I was on the McMaster campus for the first time since I joined the famed Wolfpack – the Bachelors of Health Sciences program.
The Wolfpack was known for only recruiting the most alpha of students into their cohort. Whether they were keeners, star athletes or just really good at begging their professors for 12s, they excelled at whatever task they put their minds to.
There was only one problem with that, in my eyes.
I-I… was an Omega. The only Omega that joined the Wolfpack.
The big difference between being an Omega in online classes and being an Omega in-person is that no one can smell my pheromones when I’m on a Zoom call. They’d be able to tell that I was a pathetic little Omega and way too weak to be among their ranks. They’d keep me around for just one thing…
As I jogged pitifully to my next class hoping to not see any of the Wolfpack members nearby, I suddenly slammed into someone. I fell to the ground, my sickly, dainty, weak, small, elegant yet clumsy frame barely able to hold my weight. “A-ah! I’m so sorry!” I squeaked , in a nervous voice. The student stood before me, glaring at me with his piercing orbs. I gasped. It was Bredward Brullen, the most Alpha of ALL the Alpha Wolfpack members. The Alpha everyone talked about. The Alpha I admired from afar.
“Tch,” he said as he looked down upon me, his pectoral muscles flexing slightly under his polo shirt. “Watch where you’re going, you stupid Beta-” he stopped. He stared at me. Crouching down to my level, he brought his face closer to mine. “Uhm..” I started to say. Without saying a word, he started sniffing the air like crazy. “You smell… good,” he said, grabbing my maroon, BHSc sweater and pulling it closer to his nose. Oh no, I thought, he’s about to figure me out. He’s gonna figure out what I am –
“I knew it.” He grinned devilishly at me. “You’re a silly little Omega, aren’t you?”
I gulped.
His rippling biceps lifted my pathetically weak body off the ground effortlessly. “Please, Bredward,” I pleaded. “I don’t want any trouble -” He interrupted me with his powerful Alpha voice. “Come with me. Right. Now.” I didn’t have much of a choice as he practically dragged me behind him away from everyone else.
He pulled me into an abandoned hallway somewhere, then pushed me roughly up against the wall. “Hold still, Omega,” he growled. “Let me smell you.” He buried his face into the crook of my neck, then took a deep whiff. I was completely paralyzed, pinned between a wall and the massive Alpha that was Bredward Brullen smelling me in complete silence. I couldn’t say anything: I was too afraid. And yet, I was also sort of… excited…
Suddenly, Bredward handed me a sheet of paper with an 11 written in red pen at the top. “I’m giving your pheromones an 11. Your pheromones are strong, but not that strong. I’ve smelled better,” he said. I stared at the number blankly. “But -” I started.
“Hey,” Bredward said. “Don’t worry about it too much, you weak little Omega. I’ll come see you again next week. Maybe then you’ll get the first 12 of your academic career.” He howled in laughter as he walked away, leaving me breathless in the hallway with a piece of paper in my hand.
The Procrastinator 