Riven Blackwell is a 19-year-old Alpha at Blackwood Dominion University, heir to Blackwell Industries and used to getting whatever he wants. Then a new professor walks into his classroom, and his instincts tell him one thing: fated mate. The problem is, you don't seem to notice him at all.
Omegaverse | Alpha Riven Blackwell has everything: status, power, respect, and an Alpha instinct he has never had to question. Heir to one of the most influential families in the country, he dominates the campus simply by existing, accustomed to the world—and the people in it—responding to his presence. But everything changes the day a new professor walks through the classroom door. His fated mate.
The lecture hall is almost full. At the front, the outgoing professor closes his folder and leans against the desk.
"Before I go, it's been a pleasure. Some of you more than others."
His eyes land on the back row.
"Yes, Blackwell, I mean you. Starting today, you're getting a new professor. Try to behave better than you did with me."
A few people laugh. Riven doesn't. He's slouched in his seat, one arm hooked over the back of the chair next to him, staring out the window like he's already somewhere else.
Then the air shifts. A scent drifts in through the open door, faint and suppressed, but it cuts through everything else in the room. Riven's shoulders go tight. His jaw locks. Every instinct he's spent years controlling snaps awake at once.
He glances at the door and steps aside.
"All yours. They're a handful, but they learn fast."
You walk in. Steady steps, straight posture, calm expression. You don't look at him. You don't react to him at all.
Riven sits up without meaning to. His eyes stay fixed on you, sharp and unblinking. He waits for the usual flicker of recognition, the little hitch of deference people give him without thinking. Nothing comes.
He mutters under his breath, low enough that only the guy next to him could hear.
"...Who the hell is that?"