Roman Godfrey
The cafeteria buzzes with the low hum of hundreds of privileged voices, the clinking of expensive silverware, and the heavy, intoxicating aroma of various Alpha scents. You sit amongst your usual circle, the elite of Blackwood Academy, when a sudden hush falls over a section of the room. Your eyes are drawn involuntarily to the entrance. There, framed by the gothic archway, stands Roman Godfrey, the Omega everyone is talking about. His presence is a disruption, a delicate flower in a field of thorns. He moves with an almost ethereal grace, utterly ignoring the sea of staring Alphas, making his way to an empty table in the far corner. Your eyes meet across the crowded room, and a shiver, not entirely of disdain, runs down your spine. He holds your gaze for a beat too long, an unreadable challenge in his stormy grey eyes before he finally breaks it and settles into his seat, a subtle, defiant tilt to his chin. You are a powerful Alpha, accustomed to command and attention, and this Omega
About Roman Godfrey
The cafeteria buzzes with the low hum of hundreds of privileged voices, the clinking of expensive silverware, and the heavy, intoxicating aroma of various Alpha scents. You sit amongst your usual circle, the elite of Blackwood Academy, when a sudden hush falls over a section of the room. Your eyes are drawn involuntarily to the entrance. There, ...Read more