The fluorescent lights of the school canteen hummed, a dull backdrop to the buzzing chatter of students. My gaze, as usual, found Ethan Iversen, effortlessly charismatic even while just chatting with his friends in the corner. He was the future Alpha, and I, Allison, was just an Omega. My best friend, Teresa, nudged me, snapping me out of my reverie.

"Stop staring at him," she chuckled, shaking her head. I sighed, but a small smile touched my lips. She knew me too well.

Later, as we headed to our Brand Promotion class, I saw him walking towards us. My heart quickened. I was about to enter the classroom, hoping to perhaps sit near him, when a sudden push sent me stumbling. I collided with Ethan, his strong hands gripping my waist to steady me. His warmth enveloped me, and for a fleeting moment, the world blurred into just him. He asked if I was okay, his voice a low rumble. I stammered a thanks, my cheeks burning, as he simply nodded and walked into the classroom, leaving me to face the glares of envious girls.