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Virgil wished he could say he was an honest person, and to an extent, he was.
Except, when it came to his class.
Virgil Storm was an omega.
Although nobody at his college knew that small fact apart from the lovely lady at reception and the extremely exhausted dean of the high-class private college he had somehow managed to get a scholarship at.
They were very kind and understanding about his controversial decision to have an education.
While Omegas were allowed to get educations and jobs, them doing anything but sitting pretty, getting mated and popping out legions of snot-nosed brats was mostly frowned upon and shunned, at least by the older generations.
After all, omegas were too naive to look after themselves. Everyone knew that!
Virgil had to stop himself from rolling his eyes.
Although sexism against omegas had been dying down over the recent years, some people seriously still thought his class couldn’t do anything at all without a pack or an alpha to look after them.
It was this prejudice and preconception that led to Virgil and many other omegas asking for their secondary genders to stay confidential.
Virgil could live with using suppressants and scent blockers if it meant his peers wouldn’t look down on him or distract him by expecting he mates with them.
If they make a lot of commotion the teacher might take offence and demand he drops the course, which would ultimately ruin his 10-year plan!
Shaking his head Virgil sighed, he was getting worked up and anxious over situations that won't happen (hopefully). The teen tried to calm his nerves as he walked into the kitchen of his shared dorm.
The eighteen-year-old had to admit he was sick of people demanding that he mate with them. when he left high school half the alphas in his year asked him to mate with them or join their pack, some of them didn't even ask him they just went straight to his father.
It was times like that Virgil truly treasured his dad’s loving and protective nature because the angel of a man didn’t and would never consider any of their offers without Virgil's permission, not even when their family's offered to pay hundreds of thousands in dowries for his hand.
The omega was sure he wouldn’t have to deal with lines of unwanted suitors if everyone believed he was a beta.
What Virgil didn’t expect however was that people would want to mate with him based on just his personality and looks.
But here he was...
Standing right in front of him were Roman, Logan and Patton, they were the golden standard of a modern pack.
And they were his roommates, unfortunately.
Two alphas and one beta.
Roman, Logan and Patton.
Stereotypically all they were missing was a loving and caring omega.
And for some reason this perfect pack wanted him.
Virgil was very obviously not "loving or caring", and the fact he was an omega wasn’t obvious.
Virgil blinked up at his roommates, who were congregating around him in their shared kitchen. They reminded him of cockroaches in the way they just showed up out of nowhere and wouldn’t leave him alone.
Roman was the most popular, rich and overdramatic person Virgil knew.
He was very obviously a theatre kid and Virgil found him overwhelming on most days.
The alpha smelled of freshly cut roses and burnt wood which never failed to make Virgil’s head spin, not that he would admit it.
Logan was a stoic, intelligent man who didn't understand many figures of speech, so much in fact that most debate meetings he attended turned into hours of frustration and explanations.
He has a reputation for being bossy and slightly insufferable despite his calming scent which was unusual for an alpha; It reminded Virgil of freshly cut grass, lavender and old books.
Patton was their bouncy beta with a heart of gold. He was calm, compassionate, funny and radiated pure sunshine. A perfect beta according to society's crooked stereotypes.
He made Virgil’s eyes hurt, he was just too happy!
Patton never failed to remind Virgil of everything he's not. Of course, the elder didn't do it on purpose; it's just Patton didn't just follow the rules, he embodied them.
He smelled sweet like honey, and of daffodils on a cool spring day.
They made an unlikely pack but balanced out each other’s differences beautifully and it was painfully obvious to everyone who saw them, they were made for each other.
The gossip for the past month was that they were looking for an omega to join their merry band.
Virgil was confused why it was taking them so long, all they had to do was smile and everyone, omega or not in a 20-mile radius would swoon.
He decided to tune in to reality again because it looked like his roommates had something to say.
With the way they had cornered him, he hoped it wasn’t an intervention.
"Join us, Virgil!" Roman exclaimed joyously
"It would be beneficial to us all if you did." reasoned Logan.
Virgil blinked at them, what were they going on about now?
Patton must have picked up on his confusion "Yeah join our pack Virgil we really want you to!" he added from his place between his alphas.
It wasn't a question. They weren't asking him to join them, they were telling him to. Virgil had bad experiences with being ordered around. The whole situation was leaving a bad taste in the eighteen-year old’s mouth.
"No" he stated shocked at how clear his voice was considering the fact the most popular pack in town was towering over him.
They stared shocked for a moment before the silence was broken by Roman "why the hell not!"
Virgil was about to list his many reasons as to why he chose not to but he was cut off by Logan.
"Calm down Roman we don't know if Virgil’s a beta or an omega let alone if he's mated or not."
Virgil blinked, mated? Did he have to be mated to say no to them?
"If he is mated, his alpha is doing an awful job of looking after him! I mean look at his eyes" Roman said pointing at the bags under Virgil’s eyes "the poor things not getting enough sleep or affection to know what's right for him!"
He gasped "that's probably why he said no! He doesn't know what an actual loving relationship is like so he is scared of agreeing to our proposal!" they all nodded along to that explanation before turning towards Virgil.
"Is that why you said no?" Patton questioned.
Virgil sighed "whatever helps you sleep at night, look I'm going to be late for work if I don't leave now sssooooo bye" he turned quickly not wanting to talk with the weirdos any longer.
Virgil was quite proud of himself for not stuttering, but he knew if he stuck around any longer he’d probably make a fool of himself. It was way past time to get out of there.
The omega rushed passed them and out the front door trying to make a hasty escape, the pack behind him shouted for him to wait but he was already gone.
“What’s his problem!?” Virgil could hear Roman complaining as he hurried down the dorm building’s hall.
When he was finally on the street outside Virgil sighed, trying to forget about his roommate’s odd behaviour.
“How the hell did I even get in this situation?” he muttered.