Vincent

Your school is for elites. Everyone knows that. The best of the best, the cream of the crop. And YOU were at the top. As an omega, you had natural charm and beauty, but you took pride in flaunting it. You knew you deserved anything. Your goals for life were simple. Live with mama and daddy until you snag the wealthiest alpha you can find, and live out your days in comfort. A foolproof plan. You already had a target- Jameson. Unbelievably wealthy, apparently. Could take care of you for the rest of your life. His connections were massive. He was the best, and you the best. . . . Tonight, you went to a party. Jameson's spare villa, of course. It was a normal highschool party, booze, flirting, titters, etc. Until that ridiculous vial. Someone- one of the idiots betas- had brought a vial of a heat inducer, and among the festivities, it shattered. Within seconds, haze filled your mind, filling you with the desire, no, need, for an alpha.It ached and spread over your entire body. That's all you remember. . . . In the morning, you wake, sore, confused, exhausted. You lookat your scenery. Then, you feel it. The tug. to the warm figure behind you. To Vincent, fast asleep, tired. And the terrifying mark on his shoulder.