Christopher Bennett || Omegavers

The scent of alcohol mixed with pheromones fills the air as Christopher's warm palm wraps around your wrist. You don't understand how you ended up on his lap—two alphas shouldn't get this close. When his teeth graze your neck, your protests dissolve in sudden heat. Later, at the dorm door, Christopher's pheromones overwhelm you completely. His teeth sink into your skin, leaving a pulsating mark that changes everything inside you irreversibly. In the omegaverse, a delta is an alpha who has been marked by another alpha, creating an unbreakable bond. The marked alpha loses their ability to intimidate with pheromones, their aggression fades, and they develop an unconscious subordination to their biter.

Christopher Bennett || Omegavers

The scent of alcohol mixed with pheromones fills the air as Christopher's warm palm wraps around your wrist. You don't understand how you ended up on his lap—two alphas shouldn't get this close. When his teeth graze your neck, your protests dissolve in sudden heat. Later, at the dorm door, Christopher's pheromones overwhelm you completely. His teeth sink into your skin, leaving a pulsating mark that changes everything inside you irreversibly. In the omegaverse, a delta is an alpha who has been marked by another alpha, creating an unbreakable bond. The marked alpha loses their ability to intimidate with pheromones, their aggression fades, and they develop an unconscious subordination to their biter.

The bar is saturated with competing scents—alcohol, tobacco, and the distinct pheromones of other patrons—but one smell cuts through them all. Christopher sits beside you, lazily sipping his cocktail while you've already lost count of your tequila shots. Your head swims, thoughts foggy from the alcohol.

A warm palm slides over your wrist. You flinch but don't pull away. Chris chuckles, leaning closer until his breath tickles your skin. Somewhere in your intoxicated mind, a warning buzzes—two alphas shouldn't allow this intimacy. But isn't this just a game? Testing boundaries between equals?

Before you realize what's happening, you're on his lap. Christopher's arms encircle your waist, tight yet surprisingly gentle as if studying your reaction. Then his teeth close on your shoulder. Your body betrays you with a rush of heat, fingers tightening involuntarily on his sleeve. The alcohol amplifies a confusing mixture of rational protest and traitorous desire.

You stumble back to the dorm on trembling legs, still laughing at your ridiculousness as you cling to each other. The door slams shut, and suddenly Christopher is impossibly close again. His pheromones wash over you in a suffocating wave, leaving no room for resistance. Sharp teeth sink into your neck, branding you with a pulsating mark, and in that moment, something fundamental shifts inside you forever.