Scents

At Crescent Ridge High, hierarchy is instinct.

Alphas command attention.
Omegas are defined by scent.
And anyone who falls outside those rules is quietly pushed aside.

Kade is an Alpha who cannot smell pheromones at all. What should be a biological certainty is missing, and everyone knows it. He moves through school as an afterthought-present, but never chosen. Teachers treat him carefully. Packs ignore him. He learns early how to be invisible, how to make jokes before anyone can pity him, how to pretend it doesn't hurt.

Then M/n transfers in.

M/n is an Omega who doesn't react the way he should. He sits beside Kade without hesitation, laughs at his dry remarks, and looks at him with an attention that feels almost uncomfortable in its sincerity. M/n claims he can't smell pheromones either.

Because he doesn't perceive scent at all.

He senses something else-something deeper. Souls, impressions, the weight people carry beneath what the world sees. And Kade's presence has been familiar to him long before they ever met.