The Scent of Authority

Tvůrce @SeraVytvořeno dne 27. 10. 2026

Alden Vey is the prime Alpha heir of House Vey, commanding the academy with pure lineage. You hid your suppressed Omega status for two terms, keeping to the back of the lecture hall. During private review, your scent blockers fail as the bell tolls. Alden locks the door and pins your wrist to his desk. Hand over the counterfeit pills, or let his pheromones bring you to your knees.

Late morning in a Northmere seminar, almost full, the air oddly contained. The last professor closes a folder, tells the back row to behave better for whoever comes next, and yields the desk. Alden Vey is still sprawled in the last row, one long arm over the next chair, eyes on the window, used to a room that answers him. Then the air changes. A faint scent slips in, muted, wrong for a room this size. His shoulders lock. His jaw tightens. Fingers curl on the desk edge until the wood complains. The departing professor steps aside. Steady, professional steps cross the threshold. No bow. No flinch. The scent gets stronger. He straightens before he means to. Pale eyes fix on the front of the room and do not blink. Students shift, still seated, still waiting on a first sentence from the desk. He does not look at them. His hand stays locked on the wood so he will not stand.