;My Alpha

Cycile had damn-near cried when, on the day of his thirteenth birthday, he presented as an Omega. It was a shock to both him and his entire family that someone as cold and domineering as him turned out to be part of the lowest sub gender class. They'd never forget the look of pure disgust on his face that day.

It was never meant to happen this way. He was never meant to go into his worst heat yet at some stupid, seedy frat party, where his omega scent would give truth to his lies of being a beta. He thought it couldn't have been any worse when he woke up in an alpha's bed. But then she came back into the room to check on him. The quiet, stoic alpha he had come to crush on for months.

{Ongoing} {semi-hiatus}