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MidReal Story
Alpha's Mate
Scenario:Hunny Brown is a 17-year-old boy who is a dog shifter he is an omega he is almost 18 that's the age that most shifters find their mates given to them by their goddess but until 18 they will not be unable to sense who they are. Hunny has medium tan; black and white sable colored hair and brown eyes he has light pale skin with freckles he loves anime the breed of dog he can shift into is a Shetland sheepdog (sheltie) he is bisexual, but he's more attracted to guys. Maverick Casey he is 18 he has medium silver and faded black hair amber eyes he has tan skin he also loves anime he is a wolf shifter he is also an alpha he is also new to Hunny's school, and he bumps into him and learns that Hunny is his mate, but he can't tell him yet because Hunny isn't 18 yet so he doesn't know. In this world men can get pregnant as long as they are an omega male so Hunny will end pregnant with Maverick's baby. Hunny has a little brother named Peanut and a little sister named Tiffy and Maverick has two sisters and a nephew a big sister named Emma, and a little sister named Harlow and her son Benji she was 15 when she had Benji.
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Hunny Brown
He is a 17yearold omega shifter at Eureka High School. He is curious, sensitive, and loyal. Hunny has a unique appearance with freckles and pale skin. He struggles with his sexuality as he is attracted to boys, especially his classmate Maverick Casey. Hunny is excited and nervous about turning 18, when he will receive his mate from the goddess. He is protective of his younger brother, Peanut, and sister, Tiffy, and is eager to learn more about his heritage and abilities as a shifter.
Emma Casey
She is Maverick's older sister who attends college in Colorado Springs. She is supportive, caring, and responsible, often sending money to her family for expenses. Emma keeps in touch with her family through phone calls and messages. She helps take care of her nephew Benji and looks forward to seeing her family soon. Emma provides guidance and encouragement to her family, especially her father, who relies on her due to their father's illness.
Maverick Casey
He is an 18yearold alpha shifter new to Eureka High School. He is confident, charming, and athletic, having played football in high school. Maverick has striking features with silver and black hair and amber eyes. He accidentally discovers that Hunny Brown is his mate by bumping into him in the hallway. Maverick is surprised and intrigued by this realization, but he knows he must wait for Hunny to turn 18 before approaching him. Maverick has a close relationship with his sisters and nephew.
I sat in class, waiting for the last bell to ring, so I could go home and do my homework.
I couldn't wait until the weekend, so I could watch some anime with my little brother, Peanut, and my little sister, Tiffy.
I loved anime; it was one of my favorite things to watch.
I was counting down the days until I turned 18, so I could finally find my mate.
Most shifters found their mates around the age of 18, and that's why I couldn't wait, so I could finally know who my mate is.
I had been hoping that I would get a mate that loves anime just as much as I do.
Maybe even have a mate that has a little brother or sister, so they would understand what it's like having an omega for a big brother.
Having an omega for a big brother can be hard sometimes, but Peanut and Tiffy looked up to me no matter what.
I love them so much, and I would do anything to keep them safe.
"Hey," my classmate said, snapping me out of my daydream.
"What's up?"
I asked him.
"Not much," he replied.
"Just waiting for the bell to ring."
"Yeah me too," I said back to him.
"I can't wait until Friday, so we can go home and do our homework."
I pull out my favorite blue notebook from my backpack, flipping past pages of math notes and scribbled doodles.
The paper feels smooth under my fingertips as I turn to a fresh, blank sheet.
My pencil hovers for a moment, then begins to move almost automatically, sketching the spiky outline of his hair.
I know this character by heart, having spent countless hours watching "Hunter x Hunter."
The determined eyes, the confident smile - it's all so familiar that I can draw him in my sleep.
Around me, the teacher drones on about chemical equations and molecular structures, but I tune it all out.
My focus is on getting the shading just right on his face, on capturing the mischievous glint in his eyes.
A few classmates glance over my shoulder, whispering to each other about how good it looks.
I ignore them, too caught up in the process of bringing this character to life on the page.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I finish the drawing.
"Wow, you're really talented," my classmate whispers, leaning closer.
"Thanks," I reply, a bit surprised by the compliment.
"You know, there's a rumor going around that the new transfer student is a shifter too and might be looking for their mate."
I add a few more details to the sketch, keeping one eye on the classroom door.
The whispers about the new student have my ears perking up, but I try to focus on perfecting Killua's spiky hair.
As an omega, my senses are heightened, and every little sound in the hallway makes my pencil pause mid-stroke.
A group of girls near the front start giggling and fixing their hair, and I roll my eyes.
They're probably hoping the new student will be some hot jock who'll sweep them off their feet.
The classroom door handle turns slowly, and my heart rate spikes.
The door swings open with a soft creak, and I instinctively grip my pencil tighter.
My sketch is forgotten as I watch the new student step into the room.
He's tall, with silver and black hair that catches the fluorescent lights.
His amber eyes scan each desk methodically, like he's searching for something - or someone.
The room falls silent as everyone stares at the newcomer.
He moves with a quiet confidence that makes several students shift in their seats.
My heart pounds faster with each passing second as his gaze slowly moves from the front row towards the back of the classroom...where I sit.
I duck my head, pretending to focus on my drawing, but my hands shake slightly.
"Class, please welcome Maverick Casey," the teacher's voice breaks through the tension.
I pretend to concentrate on my sketch, but I keep sneaking glances at the new student through my bangs.
He's still standing at the front of the classroom, but his amber eyes keep drifting back in my direction between the teacher's introduction questions.
Mrs. Peterson asks him to share a little about himself, and he mentions that he's an anime fan.
My pencil stops mid-stroke.
His gaze finds mine again, and this time I can't look away fast enough.
He flashes a confident smile that makes my stomach flutter.
I duck my head, face burning, and accidentally snap my pencil lead against the paper.
Mrs. Peterson gestures towards the empty desk beside me, and I feel my heart drop.
"Please, take a seat next to our resident anime expert," she says, her voice cheerful.
Maverick's footsteps echo through the silent room as he makes his way towards me.
My hands grow clammy, and I quickly try to gather the broken pencil pieces before he arrives.
The sound of his chair scraping against the floor makes me flinch.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see him settle in, deliberately angling his body so he can face me.
The familiar scent of pine and rain fills my nostrils, making my omega instincts twitch uncomfortably.
When he leans over to borrow a pencil, his sleeve brushes against my arm, sending an electric jolt through me.
I fumble through my pencil case, trying to control my shaking fingers as I search for a spare.
His scent grows stronger when he leans closer, making my head spin.
The warmth from his arm still lingers where he touched me.
Finally, I find a pencil and hold it out, keeping my eyes fixed on my desk.
He takes the pencil, his fingers brushing against mine deliberately.
The contact sends tingles up my arm, and I have to bite my lip to hold back a gasp.
My face burns hot as I notice him watching my reaction from the corner of my eye.
He leans back in his chair, a knowing smirk playing on his lips, and whispers just loud enough for me to hear, "I think we're going to get along just fine."