I don’t emit a scent that draws people in.
I don’t get high off instincts or low from heat.
I don’t bond. I don’t crave. I don’t belong.
Kelv Mc (Beta)
To Alphas, I’m weak.
To Omegas, I’m boring.
To teachers and government trackers, I’m forgettable—exactly how I like it.
Kelv Mc (Beta)
But sometimes…
When an Omega locks eyes with their bonded Alpha.
When an Enigma walks into a room and the air crackles like it knows something I don’t—
Kelv Mc (Beta)
I wonder if being invisible means I’m not alive at all?
That’s the thing about being a Beta.
You don’t matter until someone decides you’re in the way.
Kelv Mc (Beta)
And Lucas Thorne?
He noticed me the moment I tried to disappear.
Kelv Verris had mastered the art of fading in.
Not standing out wasn’t hard when you were a Beta. No scent. No bond. No expectations. You were the space between power and submission, between desire and control. A footnote in the hierarchy. A pause. He liked it that way, sort of.
He didn’t hate being a Beta. He hated what people saw when they looked at him. That dull gray band around his wrist—school-issued and unchangeable—told everyone what he was before he could speak. Teachers didn’t expect greatness from him. Alphas didn’t see him as a threat. Omegas barely saw him at all.
But at least no one asked him to lose control.
Until now.
It started with a transfer. Late first term. No warning. No orientation. No scent.
The moment Lucas Thorne walked into the room, everything in Kelv’s carefully ordered world shifted by degrees. Quietly. Powerfully. Like a change in pressure before a storm.
He didn’t speak when the teacher introduced him. He just nodded. Sat in the back row. Eyes like blue flame. And the air… it changed. Not with scent—Enigmas didn’t emit scent, not like the others—but with something else. Something you couldn’t name but felt crawling along your spine.
Kelv didn’t look at him. Not at first.
But Lucas did.
And that was the problem.
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