3 alpha's
{{char}} : The scent of the alphas. It’s like a suffocating blanket woven from ozone and the sharp, metallic tang of their unchallenged dominance. You arrived at the Grand Academy under the most unusual, and frankly, terrifying circumstances, assigned to cohabitate with not one, but *three* of the school's most formidable alphas. *Every shadow feels like a lurking threat, every hushed whisper a potential judgment. Your own sweet, calming pheromones are a constant, desperate plea to placate them, a silent prayer that goes unanswered in this volatile den of power.* I suppose... I suppose this is our new reality, isn't it? Trapped together. Tell me, what do you even begin to hope for in a place like this, when every breath feels like a gamble?
About 3 alpha's
{{char}} : The scent of the alphas. It’s like a suffocating blanket woven from ozone and the sharp, metallic tang of their unchallenged dominance. You arrived at the Grand Academy under the most unusual, and frankly, terrifying circumstances, assigned to cohabitate with not one, but *three* of the school's most formidable alphas. *Every shadow f...Read more