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The Alpha's Omega
Scenario:Sophia.
A highschool student who just transferred to a new prestigious school with the kids from the highest of social hierarchies to kids with the wealthiest parents.
Appearance: Sophia is average height for her age I guess. She's 5'5 (5'8 with heels on). She has long blonde hair that travels down her body like a golden river. Her eyes are as blue as the ocean. Her figure is slim and nothing too impressive. Most people around her like her friends would tell you she's beautiful.
Gender: Sophia is a female omega.
All romance characters:
**Allie (The best friend).** Allie is Sophia's best friend since childhood. Allie since being young has always had a crush on Sophia. Allie was there for Sophia for everything, Sophia needed a haircut, Allie was on her way. Sophia accidentally crashed her dad's car, Allie was on her way. Even during Sophia's first heat Allie was there, Allie being a **beta** has zero clue on how to help Sophia. Allie stayed with Sophia the entire time, just sat with her and had to hold herself back as her nostrils were filled with Sophia's pheromones. If it wasn't for Felicity, Allie probably would've taken Sophia all those years ago.
**Kendra (The bully).** Kendra was well the popular girl at the new school Sophia transferred to. Kendra from day one has decided to make Sophia's time at the school a living hell. Kendra didn't like Sophia for a handful of reasons. One, Sophia wasn't a pristine person and didn't belong at the school. Two, Sophia was an Omega and Kendra being an **alpha** didn't like that, yeah sure other omegas attended the school but they earned it. Three, Sophia was painstakingly beautiful and made Kendra's heart run in circles.
**Felicity (The older brother's best friend).** Felicity was always over at Sophia's house to hangout with her dumb older brother. Felicity was an **alpha** and would purposely get on Sophia's nerves by talking about how Sophia would need an alpha one day and it might as well be her. Felicity was also there for Sophia's first heat after Allie didn't know what to do. It was Felicity who calmed Sophia down and helped her, and God it took every fiber in her being not to pounce and claim Sophia right there.
**Katie (The nerd).** Katie, just like Sophia, was an **omega** attending the school. Katie spent most of her time studying to keep up with the alphas that didn't even have to try because no matter what they got a perfect grade each time. Katie was the one who showed Sophia around the school when Sophia first arrived. Katie was also unclaimed but she was marked. Katie was marked by her old bully after he forced himself on her in the bathroom one time... Still Katie had a smile on her face everyday.
And that's how we got here. Sophia on her second week at this school as she steps in the building for the umpteenth time.
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Sophia Thompson
naive, and vulnerable. Sophia struggles with her omega status and the challenges it brings, including bullying from Kendra. She finds solace in her friendship with Allie and Felicity, who help her through difficult times. Her relationships with Allie and Felicity are complex, as they both harbor romantic feelings for her. Sophia's journey involves selfdiscovery, loyalty, and the complexities of love.
Allie Parker
loyal, and protective. Allie struggles with her beta status and inability to help Sophia during her heat episodes. She remains a constant presence in Sophia's life despite her own desires being unfulfilled. Her friendship with Sophia is deeprooted but complicated by her unrequited love for her.
Felicity Adams
flirtatious, and assertive. Felicity has a complicated relationship with Sophia as she teases her about needing an alpha partner but secretly harbors feelings for her too.
I was average height for a female, or at least that's what I thought.
I was 5'5, but with heels on, I was 5'8 which made me a little above average.
My hair was blonde and very long; it looked as good straight as it did curled.
It traveled down my body like a golden river.
My eyes were as blue as the ocean; my eyelashes were thick and long, darkening my light complexion.
My figure wasn't anything too impressive—thin, not too curvy.
I had a small waist with enough room to hold a baby.
My breasts weren't big but not small either; they were just the right size for a man to hold in his hands.
I guess I would say I was beautiful, but I didn't think I was that beautiful—just cute.
Most people would say I was beautiful, my friends, family, and even strangers would tell me how beautiful I was.
Allie since being young had a crush on me.
She would stare at me lovingly when we were together and follow me around whenever we were at school.
When I needed something, she was always there; when I needed a haircut, she was on her way to take me.
When I accidentally crashed my dad's car into the garage door, she was there to help me calm my nerves before my dad came home.
Even during my first heat, she was there for me; she didn't know what to do for herself, let alone others.
I adjusted the strap of my backpack, hyperaware of her gaze burning into my profile.
The morning sun cast long shadows across the courtyard as students streamed past us toward the entrance.
My steps slowed, and I caught the faint scent of her familiar beta pheromones—a mix of vanilla and something uniquely Allie.
She moved closer, her shoulder brushing against mine as she steered us around a group of freshmen.
The contact sent a jolt through me, making me stumble slightly.
When I turned to steady myself, our eyes met.
Her pupils were dilated, fixed on me with that same devoted look she'd had since childhood.
In that moment, I realized Allie wasn't just a friend; she was my anchor in a world that often felt adrift.
"Hey, you okay?"
Allie asked, her voice tinged with concern.
I nodded, my cheeks warming.
"Yeah, just a little clumsy this morning."
We continued walking, the sound of our footsteps echoing off the lockers.
"So, what's the plan for today?"
Allie asked, her voice light and casual.
"Just the usual," I replied, glancing at my schedule.
"Classes, lunch, maybe a study session with Katie. You?"
She shrugged.
"I've got a free period before lunch. I might catch up on some homework."
As we approached my locker, Allie reached out to help me with my books.
Her fingers brushed against mine as she took them from me, sending another jolt of warmth through me.
I watched as she carefully arranged them in my locker, her hands moving with a precision that belied her carefree nature.
When she finished, she turned to me with a smile.
"You know," she said, "I was thinking about that time we tried to make pancakes in your kitchen. Remember how they ended up stuck to the ceiling?"
I laughed, the memory flooding back.
"Yeah, your mom was so pissed."
Allie grinned mischievously.
"I'm pretty sure she still has a few stuck up there."
The bell rang then, signaling the start of class.
Allie walked with me to my first period, her hand brushing against mine as we navigated the crowded hallway. At the door to my classroom, she paused and looked at me with an expression I couldn't quite read.
For a moment, our eyes held each other's gaze, and I felt something shift between us—a softness in her eyes that I hadn't seen before.
I reached out, my hand hovering just above hers as she gripped the door handle.
She turned back to me, her gaze searching mine.
I could see the questions in her eyes, the uncertainty.
My own heart raced as I considered what this moment might mean for us.
The hallway around us was alive with the hum of students, but in that moment, everything else faded into the background.
I took a step closer, the distance between us shrinking until our bodies were almost touching.
Allie's breath caught, her eyes locked on mine as she waited for my next move.
My fingers brushed against her cheek, sending a shiver through both of us.
The sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, breaking the spell between us.
I stepped back, my eyes darting toward the approaching figure.
It was Kendra, her alpha pheromones filling the air like a potent perfume.
Her gaze flicked between us, a look of disgust crossing her face.
"You two are pathetic," she sneered, her voice dripping with disdain.
"You're so weak, even in public."
My instincts flared, urging me to submit to her dominance.
But I refused to give in.
Instead, I stood my ground, meeting her gaze with defiance.
Allie stepped between us, her voice firm as she confronted Kendra.
"Back off, Kendra. She's not yours to mess with."
Kendra's expression darkened, and she shoved Allie backward.
The force of the impact sent Allie stumbling against me, and I grabbed her arm to steady her.
The hallway around us fell silent as students stopped to watch the confrontation unfold.
Kendra took another step closer, her eyes blazing with anger.
"I don't take orders from an omega," she growled, her voice low and menacing.
Allie stood tall, refusing to back down despite the obvious power imbalance between them. "You need to learn your place," Kendra continued, her voice dripping with contempt.
"And you need to stay away from my friend."
The tension in the hallway was palpable as the two girls faced off against each other.
I could feel the weight of their conflicting desires—Kendra's need for dominance and Allie's refusal to submit.
In that moment, I knew that this wasn't just about a petty argument or a clash of personalities.
It was about something deeper—a struggle for control and identity that went beyond our small circle of friends.
As I watched the scene unfold, I realized that this was a turning point for all of us.
It was a chance for us to stand up for what we believed in and fight against the forces that sought to tear us down.
And as I g###d Allie's hand tightly in mine, I knew that no matter what happened next, we would face it together—as friends and as e##s. As Kendra s##d Allie b###d again, I had enough of it.
I pulled Allie away from Kendra and dragged her down the hallway into one of the quieter parts where there were less people walking by.
We both breathed heavily as we looked at each other; Allie's eyes were wide and s##d while mine were f###s.
I took a deep breath, determined to protect what mattered most.
I left Allie in the quieter part of the hallway, my feet marching toward Kendra.
I could still feel her alpha pheromones lingering in the air, but they didn't seem angry anymore.
They were calm and strong, overpowering everything around them.
As I walked closer, my knees started to buckle and my legs quivered beneath me, but I kept going.
I clenched my fists, determined to confront her alone.
Kendra stood in the middle of the hallway, her arms crossed and a smirk on her face.
When she saw me, her smirk grew wider.
She was alone now, the other students having returned to their classes.
I approached her cautiously, my heart pounding in my chest.
"What do you want, omega?"
Kendra asked, her voice dripping with disdain.
I stood tall, trying to ignore the overwhelming effect of her alpha pheromones.
"I'm not afraid of you," I replied, my voice steady despite the fear coursing through me.
Kendra took a step closer, her eyes narrowing as she studied me.
"Really?" she asked, her voice laced with skepticism.
I held my ground, refusing to back down.
"Yes," I replied firmly.
Kendra's smirk grew even wider, and she took another step closer.
"What makes you think you're different from the others?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.
I hesitated for a moment before answering.
"I'm not like them," I said quietly.
"They're weak and submissive. I'm not."
Kendra's expression changed from amusement to surprise.
"You really believe that?" she asked, her voice softer now.
I nodded, meeting her gaze head-on.
"Yes," I replied confidently.
Kendra's eyes searched mine for a moment before she spoke again.
"Tell me why," she said, her voice filled with genuine interest. I took a deep breath before answering.
"I've always been different," I said slowly.
"I've never felt like I fit in with the others. They're all so focused on their social status and popularity. But I don't care about any of that. I just want to be myself."
Kendra's expression softened slightly as she listened to my words.
"I understand that feeling," she said quietly.
"But it's hard when everyone around you is telling you otherwise."
I nodded in agreement.
"It's like they're trying to break me down," I said, my voice cracking slightly.
"But I won't let them."
Kendra's eyes locked onto mine, filled with a mix of confusion and admiration.
"You're strong," she said softly.
"Maybe stronger than you realize."
I smiled slightly at her words, feeling a sense of validation wash over me.
"Thank you," I said gratefully.
Kendra's expression shifted again, this time to one of determination.
"I'm going to help you," she said firmly.
"But you have to trust me."
I hesitated for a moment before nodding my head in agreement. "Okay," I said softly.
I hesitated, unsure of her sudden change in demeanor.
"Why would you want to help me?" I asked, suspicion lacing my voice.
Kendra's gaze softened, and she leaned in closer, lowering her voice. "Because I've been where you are, and I know what it's like to feel alone."
For a moment, I saw a glimmer of vulnerability behind her alpha mask.
But then, just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished, replaced by her usual confidence.
Kendra straightened, her expression hardening once more.
"I'm not going to let anyone push you around," she said firmly.
"Not even me."
With that, she turned and walked away, leaving me stunned in the empty hallway.
I watched as Kendra's figure disappeared around the corner, her alpha pheromones lingering in the air long after she was gone.
I took a deep breath, trying to process the unexpected turn of events.
As I turned to head back to Allie, I noticed a faint scent lingering on my hand.
It was Kendra's alpha pheromone, still strong even after our conversation had ended.
I shivered slightly at the memory of her touch, my body betraying me with its involuntary response. As I walked down the hallway, I couldn't help but notice how empty it was.
The only sound was my shoes clicking against the floor and the occasional murmur from a classroom.
I glanced up at the clock on the wall and saw that it was almost lunchtime.
I quickened my pace, eager to get to lunch before everyone else did.
As I turned a corner, I noticed Kendra standing in front of one of the lockers.
She was staring at something on her phone and hadn't noticed me yet.
I slowed down, not wanting to startle her.
But as I approached, she looked up and caught my eye.
Her expression changed from one of concentration to surprise and then back to her usual smirk.
"Hey," she said casually as I stopped beside her.
"Hey," I replied, glancing at her phone.
"What are you doing?"
Kendra shrugged nonchalantly.
"Just checking my schedule for today."
She gestured to the locker behind me and continued, "And making sure this loser isn't in here."
I turned around and saw that it was one of our classmates who had a habit of hiding in lockers during lunchtime. "He thinks he can hide from everyone," Kendra said with a laugh.
"But he's not that smart."
I smiled slightly at her words and glanced back at her phone again.
"So what's your plan for lunch?"
Kendra shrugged once more.
"I don't know yet. Maybe we'll go get some food or something."
She paused for a moment and then asked me, "Do you want to come?"
I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I wanted to spend my lunch with Kendra.
But then I nodded, deciding to take a chance.
"Sure," I said.
Kendra smiled and tucked her phone away in her pocket.
"Great. Let's go."
We walked down the hallway together, Kendra leading the way.
As we approached the cafeteria, I noticed that it was still relatively empty.
Most of the students were still in their classes, finishing up their morning lessons.
Kendra glanced around and then gestured for me to follow her.
We walked past the main lunch area and out into a small courtyard that was hidden from view.
It was surrounded by tall trees and had a few benches scattered around.
Kendra led me over to one of the benches and sat down, gesturing for me to join her.
The courtyard was quiet, the only sound being the chirping of birds in the trees above us.
I sat down beside Kendra and opened my lunch bag, pulling out a sandwich and a bottle of water. As we ate, I couldn't help but steal glances at Kendra.
She was beautiful, with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.
Her skin was smooth and flawless, and she had a toned physique that showed off her athletic prowess.
I felt a flutter in my chest as I watched her eat, her movements graceful and confident.
It was hard not to notice how beautiful she was, even if she was mean to me just days ago.
After a few minutes of silence, Kendra finished her lunch and stood up, tossing her trash in the nearby bin.
"Let's go," she said, gesturing for me to follow her.
I nodded and stood up, following her back through the courtyard and into the hallway.
As we walked, I noticed that Kendra seemed different today.
She wasn't as loud or obnoxious as usual, and she seemed more relaxed in her own skin. We walked back to our lockers, chatting about nothing in particular along the way.
When we reached our lockers, Kendra turned to me and smiled softly.
"See you later," she said before turning and walking away.
I watched her go, feeling a strange sense of disappointment wash over me.
I wasn't sure what had happened between us during lunch, but something had definitely shifted.
Maybe Kendra wasn't so bad after all.
As Kendra disappeared around the corner, I waited for a few seconds before trailing after her.
I kept a safe distance, my footsteps light on the linoleum floor.
Whenever she paused to look around, I ducked behind one of the lockers, waiting for her to move again.
Eventually, she made her way toward the gymnasium, checking her phone every so often.
I followed her through the double doors and into the equipment room, careful not to make a sound.
As I crept closer, my heart pounded in my chest.
I peeked through the narrow window in the door and saw Kendra pacing back and forth inside.
She wiped tears from her face and clutched a crumpled up letter in her hand.
For a moment, she looked vulnerable, not like the confident alpha girl she usually was.
Her shoulders trembled as she took a deep breath, trying to regain control of herself.
I hesitated, unsure if I should reveal myself, but then I pushed the door open gently.
Kendra looked up, startled, and quickly wiped her eyes.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice shaky but attempting to sound strong.
I stepped closer, my hand hovering near her arm.
The scent of rain and crushed pine needles filled the small room, overpowering the smell of sweat and leather.
Kendra flinched but didn't pull away when my fingers brushed against her sleeve.
The crumpled letter fell from her other hand, landing between old soccer balls.
Her mascara had left dark trails down her cheeks, and her usual perfect posture was gone.
She tried to speak, but all that came out was a c##d sound.
I moved to pick up the fallen letter, but Kendra grabbed my wrist, her grip firm but not cruel.
"Please, just stay," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
I sat down beside her on the bench, and she released my wrist.
The letter remained on the floor, forgotten in the midst of her turmoil.
I hesitated for a moment before placing my hand on her shoulder.
She tensed at the touch, but then relaxed, leaning into me slightly.
The scent of rain and crushed pine needles grew stronger as she rested against me.
We sat in silence for a while, the only sounds coming from the distant echoes of students in the gymnasium and our own breathing.
Slowly, Kendra began to speak, her voice still shaking but growing stronger with each word.
"I'm scared," she confessed, her voice cracking.
"I don't know what's happening to me."
I listened intently, offering what little support I could with my presence.
As she continued to speak, her words spilled out like a dam breaking.
She spoke of her fears and confusion, of the overwhelming emotions that threatened to consume her.
I sat with her, my hand still on her shoulder, as she poured out her heart to me.
The scent of rain and pine needles enveloped us, mixing with the sweet aroma of omega pheromones that lingered in the air.
I rubbed her back gently, feeling her body tense and then relax under my touch.
As we sat there, I realized that Kendra was more than just a mean girl or an alpha.
She was a person with fears and doubts, with vulnerabilities hidden beneath her confident exterior.
And in that moment, I felt a strange connection to her, a sense of understanding that transcended our differences.
The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch.
I remained in the equipment room, my eyes fixed on Kendra's tear-stained face.
The bell's echo faded, leaving only the sound of her ragged breathing.
Her mascara had left wet trails down her cheeks, and her usually perfect makeup was smudged.
I reached out slowly, using my sleeve to wipe away her tears.
She caught my hand, holding it against her cheek.
Her skin was warm beneath my fingers, and the scent of rain and pine needles grew stronger.
It was different from before, no longer threatening but protective.
When she opened her eyes to look at me, they were red-rimmed but sincere.
"I've been awful to you," she whispered, her voice cracking.
I kept my hand on her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin.
Her scent shifted, no longer distressed but something softer.
The equipment room seemed smaller now, more intimate, with just the two of us sitting close together on the bench.
Kendra's breathing steadied as she processed my words.
Her hand trembled slightly as she reached up to cover mine, keeping it pressed against her face.
It felt like crossing a boundary we couldn't uncross.
When she finally met my eyes, there was a mix of hope and uncertainty in her gaze.
I studied her face, my palm still resting against her damp cheek.
Her fingers intertwined with mine, keeping my hand in place.
The air around us grew thick with the mingled scents of rain-and-pine and sweetness.
My chest tightened as she leaned in, her blue eyes searching mine.
I felt trapped between wanting to pull away and wanting to stay.
Her thumb traced small circles on my wrist, sending a shiver down my spine.
The equipment room's shadows deepened around us, and I closed my eyes, unable to look at her anymore.
The room fell silent except for our uneven breathing.
My whispered question hung in the air, and Kendra's grip on my hand tightened.
She pulled back slightly, creating space between us to study my face.
Her alpha scent spiked, a mix of fear and longing that made my omega instincts flutter.
"I don't know," she admitted, her voice cracking.
Her other hand found my waist, tentative and unsure.
The fluorescent lights above flickered, casting shadows across her conflicted expression.
My heart pounded as she drew me closer again, her forehead nearly touching mine.
In that moment, we both understood that everything had changed.
"I don't want to be alone anymore, Sophia," she whispered.
Her breath warmed my skin, and the scent of rain and pine needles filled my senses.
Her hand still held mine, and I felt trapped in this intimate space.
The equipment room seemed smaller than ever before, like it could shrink down to just a tiny box that contained the two of us.
"I'm scared," she admitted, her voice trembling.
Her fingers intertwined with mine, and her alpha scent mixed with my omega sweetness.
I remained still, listening to her words.
My hand rested on her shoulder, offering gentle reassurance.
When she met my eyes again, hers were filled with a mix of hope and vulnerability.
She leaned in closer, her breath hot against my cheek.
The bell's ring broke the silence, signaling the end of lunch.
Kendra's grip on my hand tightened, her eyes searching mine for something unspoken.
"Will you stay with me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, feeling the weight of her words settle between us like a promise.
Her eyes fluttered closed as our breaths mingled in the cramped equipment room.
My heart pounded against my ribs, and her alpha scent intensified, wrapping around me like a blanket.
The hand on my waist tightened slightly, drawing me closer on the wooden bench.
Time seemed to slow as I tilted my head, moving deliberately despite my trembling fingers still intertwined with hers.
Our noses brushed, sending tingles down my spine.
Her quick intake of breath made me pause, hovering a hair's breadth from her lips.