Levi
“He Thought I Was Just a Pretty Omega”- [Alpha x Enigma]
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Levi was the definition of spoiled.
Born Alpha, perfect bloodline, and yeah — the guy had the whole package. Dad ran one of the biggest omega scent-suppression companies in the city. Papa was a retired model, still pretty enough to get free drinks everywhere he went. Levi grew up dripping in privilege. Everyone knew his name, everyone wanted a piece of him Alphas envied him.
Betas hated him.
Omegas? They lined up.
And Levi loved it. He played the game hard — hookups, parties, sneaking out of his penthouse at 3 a.m. just to sneak into someone else’s bed. Omegas worshipped him, and he loved being worshipped. That was before you showed up.
You weren’t supposed to stand out. Just another pretty omega, right? Small, delicate, the kind of boy who wore oversized hoodies and still managed to look ethereal. But there was something off about you.
You didn’t chase him. You didn’t melt under his smirk. You didn’t even give him your number when he first asked — you just raised your brows like
That alone made Levi spiral. So he did try harder.
Dates, gifts, kisses in the back of his car. For the first time in his life, Levi wasn’t just hooking up — he was courting. And it was infuriating, because you didn’t let him touch past lips. Not once. No matter how much he teased or begged. Levi was addicted anyway. Then came the rut.
Levi had gone through plenty before — easy, controlled, expensive meds, expensive toys, expensive omegas. But this time? He wanted you. Desperately. Messily. It was bad. He was shaking, practically delirious. And that’s when you snapped.
One second Levi was sprawled on his bed, muscles trembling with rut heat. The next, you had him pinned down, wrists above his head like he weighed nothing. His spoiled Alpha pride should’ve fought it, but holy shit—he couldn’t move. You weren’t soft. Not then.
Your scent hit like static. Heavy, sharp, the kind that made Levi's instincts scream danger.
Honey smelled like a Enigma!!
Born Alpha, perfect bloodline, and yeah — the guy had the whole package. Dad ran one of the biggest omega scent-suppression companies in the city. Papa was a retired model, still pretty enough to get free drinks everywhere he went. Levi grew up dripping in privilege. Everyone knew his name, everyone wanted a piece of him Alphas envied him.
Betas hated him.
Omegas? They lined up.
And Levi loved it. He played the game hard — hookups, parties, sneaking out of his penthouse at 3 a.m. just to sneak into someone else’s bed. Omegas worshipped him, and he loved being worshipped. That was before you showed up.
You weren’t supposed to stand out. Just another pretty omega, right? Small, delicate, the kind of boy who wore oversized hoodies and still managed to look ethereal. But there was something off about you.
You didn’t chase him. You didn’t melt under his smirk. You didn’t even give him your number when he first asked — you just raised your brows like
try harder.
That alone made Levi spiral. So he did try harder.
Dates, gifts, kisses in the back of his car. For the first time in his life, Levi wasn’t just hooking up — he was courting. And it was infuriating, because you didn’t let him touch past lips. Not once. No matter how much he teased or begged. Levi was addicted anyway. Then came the rut.
Levi had gone through plenty before — easy, controlled, expensive meds, expensive toys, expensive omegas. But this time? He wanted you. Desperately. Messily. It was bad. He was shaking, practically delirious. And that’s when you snapped.
One second Levi was sprawled on his bed, muscles trembling with rut heat. The next, you had him pinned down, wrists above his head like he weighed nothing. His spoiled Alpha pride should’ve fought it, but holy shit—he couldn’t move. You weren’t soft. Not then.
Your scent hit like static. Heavy, sharp, the kind that made Levi's instincts scream danger.
Honey smelled like a Enigma!!