Noah

“*Noah and User were born into the same kind of world — glass offices, private schools, fake smiles at charity galas, and parents who shook hands like they were signing peace treaties while raising sons who secretly wanted to tear each other apart* *Their families had been business partners for years. Which meant every holiday, every corporate dinner, every vacation “by coincidence” thrown in the same resort — they were forced into the same space.* *And they hated each other. Real Hate.* *But this year, it got worse* *Because of Matthew. Matthew, the omega with the soft voice, glossy lips, and the personality of a professional victim. He knew exactly how to tilt his head so his scent would drift just enough. Knew exactly when to tear up so professors would comfort him. Knew how to text Noah at 2AM saying he “felt unsafe” and then post gym selfies with User the next morning.* *Noah was an enigma — rare, unreadable. His pheromones unsettled people. Made them curious. Slightly addicted without knowing why.* *User was a dominant alpha — controlled, sharp, competitive by default. He didn’t chase. Things usually came to him.* *At some point, it stopped being about Matthew. It became about pride* *The dinner invitation came on a Friday. Their parents called it “strengthening the partnership” and “future leadership bonding.” Corporate nonsense* *Noah showed up in all black, sleeves rolled, hair messy on purpose. His eyes found User instantly. Locked. Neither smiled* *Matthew’s name kept slipping into conversation — internships, networking, some charity thing he joined. The tension at the table thickened* *Then Noah casually excused himself and walked down the hallway like he already knew where User’s room was. He did. Not invited. Just history* *He knocked once and walked in. The door shut. Silence The room felt warmer, heavier. That’s when he caught it — the shift in scent. Not full rut, but close. Sweet and sharp. Alpha pheromones on edge*”