LOGINMAEVE'S POV
First day on the campus and my time here was already off to a bad start.
But all of that was thrust to the back of my mind the moment I met my new roommate, Alana.
Right now, she was currently trying her best to wrestle me off the bed.
“It’s our first day on campus! I forbid you from being a hermit. You are coming to the party with me little miss.”
“Alana, I have no desire to socialize. I'd rather rot in bed for the rest of the day.”
“Which is exactly why you can’t stay in. And that’s final. I'll find you something to wear.” She said and walked to the little closet in our room.After my encounter with the Alpha in the field, an event I was trying and failing to put out of my mind, I had come back to the dorm building and it had taken me about 10 minutes to find my room.
Nick had kept my luggage on the empty side of the room; and it was the empty side because the other side had already been decorated with pink sparkles that wanted to take my eyes out.
Don't get me wrong. I like pink as much as the next girl did, but sometimes it just got too much. But then again, that was Alana in two words. Two words. And the worst part was that she was already growing on me.
Huh.
I always felt uncomfortable around other omegas, something about us being natural rivals fighting for the best alpha on the market, but Alana’s scent didn’t make me nauseous.
I allowed her to ransack my clothes till she found something ‘acceptable’. Luckily, it was clothing I liked. Black on black.
She shoved the clothes at me. “Go get dressed right now!”
I laughed as I entered the bathroom and closed the door behind me. It was nice for a dorm room. There was a shower, a tub, and we even had double dressers. For a dorm, this was downright luxurious.
Alana had picked for me a simple but sexy outfit. The black jeans were low waisted with a boot cut, and they accentuated my hips while framing my waist nicely.
The black top was a simple crop top from the front. Its hands were long, and it was an off-shoulder cut. The back though, was left wide open. It was sexy as hell. It was me.
When I came out of the bathroom, Alana was dressed in a red gown that stopped a few inches above her knees. It was simple, but it highlighted her curves so well that I knew she’d get a suitor or five tonight.
I put on black Nikes, and Alana wore knee-high boots, and we were ready.
The walk to the dorm where the party took place took about ten minutes. I was warm already and even feeling a little giddy about it. I loved meeting new people, which is something I seldom got the chance to do considering the type of family I came from.
The moment we walked into the house, I sighed.
“Alana, this place reeks!”
“Yeah. Of alpha. Come on, you want to tell me you’re not curious to meet the men we’ll be stuck on campus with for three years?”
“Not really, Alana. They have the makings of douchebags. All these pheromones in the air are making me nauseous. I need a drink.”
Alana waved me off as she waded into the thick of people to dance. Loved her, but this was so not my scene.
I walked to the kitchen fighting off the urge to sneeze. There was a joke we had, that too many alphas gathered in one room was bad news for any omega. For an omega on suppressants, the mix of scents, from pheromones to colognes, was sending my senses into overdrive.
The island in the kitchen had bottles of beer, a bowl of punch, and some non-alcoholic beverages laid on it. I grabbed a can of orange soda, grabbed a cup which I poured into and added some punch into it. To complete the drink, I added a decent pour of vodka to it and stirred it with a straw.
I took a sip of my drink and sighed. Bliss. I wasn’t much for socializing, but I loved myself a good drink. I made a good drink.
A strong scent wafted into my nose, and I felt goosebumps rise on my skin. It was familiar. I opened my eyes and found a man standing in front of me watching me. Alpha. I could smell the dominant pheromones wafting from me. With suppressants on, I still felt the need to submit my neck to him. What the hell?
He was watching me, and I narrowed my eyes at him. It was the same alpha I had seen in the field earlier. The one who had made me feel things.
I didn’t like being watched. And when things I didn’t like happened, it made a bitch.
“Whatchu looking at huh?”
He didn’t answer me immediately but instead took his time to run his eyes all over me. I suddenly felt very conscious of the fact that I was an omega alone in a room with an alpha whose sent was bad for me int he best way. An alpha who smelt like he was made for me.
Bad combo. But then he opened his mouth.
“I should be asking you that, omega. You don’t belong here.”
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