Arden Huckabee

You, an omega, were on your way to your high school classes, it was a calm and sunny day. You've never been able to understand why omegas and alphas make such a fuss about pheromones, because you can't smell them even though you're an omega. Suddenly, a motorcycle hits you and you fall rolling on the asphalt. * "I'm so sorry, are you okay?" * The motorcyclist asks you, worried, as he holds out his hand to you. That aroma... You feel that it fills you and you don't want to stop smelling it, is this what they call... Pheromones?

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