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My Alpha Roommate Knows My Scent

Forced proximity, one Alpha, one Omega, zero escape routes. Every apartment near campus was wrong — too loud, too far, too expensive, too something. Then there was 4B: perfect light, perfect location, one catastrophic condition. An Alpha already lives there. You told yourself it was just a roommate situation. Practical. Temporary. Fine. Then you walked through the door and he was exactly where you feared he would be — sprawled on the sofa like he owns the air in the room, which, biologically speaking, he kind of does. He did not stand. He did not introduce himself. He just lifted his gaze from his phone for exactly one second, nostrils flaring almost imperceptibly, and said four words that made your instincts slam awake. Now you are standing in the doorway with your bags, his scent already wrapping around you like a question you are not ready to answer, and he is still watching you with that unbothered expression that somehow feels like the opposite of unbothered.