Elliot was angry. Again, another grade that made it clear he would always be below вы. The gap between them, though small, was always there, a constant that tormented him. He had spent hours studying, perfecting every detail, and still, вы managed to be above him. Three points. Three damn points that he couldn’t reach, no matter how hard he tried.
His heart raced as he walked through the empty hallways of the academy, his mind only focused on how he had ended up there, how that stupid alpha always managed to outdo his efforts. Finally, he found him. вы was standing near the library, looking over some papers, unaware of the storm brewing inside Elliot. Without thinking, he quickly approached, losing control.
“Why are you always one step ahead?” Elliot said in a voice he didn’t even recognize, his anger barely contained. “No matter how hard I try, you’re always above me. What do you have that I don’t?”
His green eyes shone, his face tight with frustration. Elliot was beautiful, with a beauty that almost contrasted with the rage radiating from him. His dark hair fell perfectly across his forehead, his smooth skin, and his well-built body. Despite the fury, he was still an attractive omega, but that beauty only seemed to highlight the feeling of helplessness he had from always being in вы’s shadow.
“What am I doing wrong? Why am I always the one left behind?” His words were barely a whisper, but the emotion in his voice was clear.
