She's All Alpha - Chapter 2

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Chapter 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/shes-all-alpha-1-52428224

As a species, alphas were short on impulse control and full of hormones that made them stink like old gym socks and masturbation — or at least that was what Lena believed prior to sharing a room with one.

Lena tried to be casual in her observations of her new roommate, but she felt like an anthropologist that was already too immersed in the culture she was meant to be studying. Her mind made a full switch to alpha mode and shoved out all of the sensible omega traits, leaving her a walking disaster of sexual tension. All she wanted to do was ruck her panties down again and get off to the thought of Kara body-slamming her across the bed. The only way she could cope with the bizarre horny feelings was to blame them on too much sensory overload for one day.

She picked up a book with the intent to read, but she kept eyeing Kara where she sat at her desk setting it up for the semester. Before bed, Kara laid out her clothes for the morning and hung up a couple of posters. She burned a candle that was scented like fresh baked goods and did other normal things like watch YouTube and Netflix on her laptop.

Lena expected some kind of spectacle, but all that happened was Kara turning off the lights at 9:30 PM, and then they both laid in the darkness for an hour chatting about hobbies, TV shows and omegas.

“There’s this cute omega who I talk to from time to time, but I have no idea if she’s interested in me.” In the light from the alarm clocks that sat between their beds, Lena could see that Kara was biting her lip. “Her name is Lucy. She goes to Shadbolt. There’s always like ten other alphas around her that are trying to get her attention.”

“Well, have you ever asked her out?” Lena questioned, despite a sudden and obnoxious tickle in her throat.

She was already formulating a negative opinion of this omega who she had never met, and it was on the basis of one sole factor that seemed too far-fetched to acknowledge to herself.

Every time she looked at Kara, she experienced an unreasonable level of attraction, but that was because Kara was inherently good-looking, and not because she was developing any kind of crush that was based on substance or things they had in common.

They had been roommates for less than 24 hours, and after spending most of her life actively avoiding every alpha, it was natural that being surrounded by them would have unforeseeable effects on her omega.

“There’s supposed to be this group thing on Saturday, one of the first parties of the semester,” Kara mentioned with an undertone of excitement in her voice. “Lucy will be there.”

“Sounds like the perfect opportunity for you to let her know how you feel,” Lena stated, and under the cover of darkness scowled at the ceiling as she imagined Kara hitting on this mysterious omega. She had no right to experience a flutter of jealousy and grit her teeth in an effort to control her mood.

All of Kara’s anxiety over speaking to her crush was evident in the high pitch of her tone. “Oh, no, that’s not gonna happen. I can’t talk to her at all. Every time she’s near me, my tongue forgets how to work.”

“You can’t be that bad. I mean look at you, all buff and tall and blonde.” Lena’s words came out as a wistful sigh and she coughed abruptly as she caught herself sounding like an infatuated omega. She turned onto her side to face Kara and gave terribly sexist advice she overheard someone give her brother. “Just stand next to her and flex. Omegas love that. You know how they are.”

“No, I don’t, but you do,” Kara insisted and twisted in her bed to face Lena in the low light of the room. Even in the shadows Kara’s face was handsome and she grinned at Lena as she formulated a plan. “You had an omega in here tonight. You can teach me how to talk to them.”

“Nooope,” Lena half sang and tugged the comforter up to partially hide her face in an attempt to feign exhaustion.

There was no way she would help Kara pick up another omega, especially one that left her so tongue tied and unable to function.

“Oh, come on, if you help me talk to Lucy, I’ll help you with a personalized workout routine,” Kara begged, the eager and hopeful scent of her pheromones both sickening and endearing.

It was the thought of Kara bench-pressing weights in a muscle top that stalled Lena’s omega from rejecting the idea. Her libido answered faster than her common sense and she grudgingly blurted, “Fine, but go to sleep now so we can get up early to practice soccer. If I don’t make the team, I’m not helping you with schoolwork, and I’m certainly not helping you with any omegas.”

Lena pretended to fall asleep so that would be the end of their conversation, and soon enough she did actually drift off into restless dreams. Kara featured in most of them, and somewhere in the middle of her deep sleep cycle, she had a lucid nightmare that she was naked and standing in locker room with the entire soccer team. That set off other terrors and Lena woke to Kara prodding her at the ungodly hour of 5 AM.

“Time to get started!” Kara announced, stretching her arms over her head and looking far too alert and cheerful for someone who was going to begin the day with exercise.

“God, it’s not even light out yet,” Lena complained and rolled out of bed to greet the morning with a pout on her face and a groan. “I’m so stiff already.”

Her phrasing could have been better, because she could have sworn that she saw Kara pause at that. They both ignored the brief awkwardness as they grabbed their kits for the shared floor showers.

“We’ll start with a lot of stretching to loosen you up,” Kara promised, and Lena thought of the many perverted ways she wanted to stretch when she noticed the thick outline in her roommate’s soccer shorts.

She dashed away before Kara caught her staring and enclosed herself in one of the private shower stalls to get herself ready for practice.

After a fast shower with a gel that took off some of her natural scent, she sprayed herself with a reeking alpha cologne. Getting dressed was a nuisance in such a damp environment and her underwear stuck to her in a way that chafed.

Grumpy and in no mood to run, Lena joined her roommate downstairs. Kara wore a light grey athletic tank that accentuated the bulk of her bicep and Lena’s mind went into a fog as she stared.

“I like to start my day with a jog just to get the blood pumping,” Kara stated, ignoring the glare Lena sent her way as she took off at a gentle pace. “It’s a good warm up and will help to reduce the tension in your body.”

There were better ways to relieve tension and Lena considered them all as she jogged after Kara and kept her gaze on the alpha’s ridiculously toned ass. The power in those quads fueled a multitude of Lena’s fantasies by the time they reached the pitch, and she gasped for air when Kara set her sports bag aside to wipe the sweat from her face with the bottom of her shirt.

Early morning practice didn’t seem so bad if it meant she got to ogle Kara’s abs. Lena was so engrossed in objectifying Kara that she almost drowned herself by pouring too much water into her mouth and spluttered even harder when Kara thumped her on the back.

“Watch me and follow what I do, okay?” Kara encouraged and began a series of stretches that captivated Lena for all the wrong reasons.

She barely managed to focus on touching her own toes with Kara in front of her, and quietly whimpered when the alpha moved on from stretching out her hamstrings to some hip flexors.

At this rate, the only thing Lena was learning was how pathetically thirsty her omega was, and that if she wasn’t careful, she would blow her chances at earning a degree from Alpherior. She reddened at the thought of blowing something else and straightened to do a few upper glute stretches.

“I couldn’t help noticing that your aim with the ball was way off yesterday, so we should work on that so the coach sees an improvement at try-outs,” Kara confided and pulled the soccer ball out of her bag. She showed off some skill at keeping it in the air with only her feet and knees and then passed it Lena’s way with a grin. “Every time you kick it to me, I’ll put more distance between us so you can learn accuracy and how much force to use in your passes.”

“Can’t wait,” Lena dryly remarked, annoyed by the way Kara’s smile coaxed one to partially form on her own lips before she huffed at the absurdity of her situation.

She kicked the ball a short distance to Kara, who stopped it with her toes and ran it a few feet further up the field to pass back. This went on for twenty minutes until Kara was halfway down the pitch and Lena was sending the ball further, but still wildly off the mark.

“Lock your ankle like this when you shoot. It’ll give you more control with where you want to send it.” Kara demonstrated with a clear swing, shooting the ball towards her at a speed that made Lena shriek.

She got out of the way before it landed at her feet and caught Kara staring at her with a peculiar squint.

Out of a fear of looking like an omega, Lena rushed to copy the move and for once lobbed the ball down the field in the direction it was meant to go.


After some more practice, she learned that she performed better when boasting and leaning into the obnoxious attitude of an alpha. She didn’t run quite the same way as Kara with her shoulders squared and an ease to her stride. Her arms still went into an occasional flail and she moved a little like she was wearing heels instead of tennis shoes, but she was getting the ball close to Kara’s feet every time she kicked it. That made her feel like she stood a good chance at try-outs.

“Did you see that?” Lena called out and repeated Kara’s tips as the gap between them grew wider. “Check me out. I’m going to be running circles around you by midterms, Danvers.”

“Only if you practice every day,” Kara called back, her laughter genuine in spite of the cocky way Lena puffed herself up.

Racing towards her, Kara showed exceptional skill with the ball and let Lena attempt to take it. She failed after a few tries, but at least Kara didn’t tease her about it.

“Let’s take some practice shots and I’ll show you how to get it in,” Kara intoned, only to blink at Lena’s sudden blush and the way she bit her lip.

The flustered scent of her pheromones was like a red flag and Lena used Kara’s confusion to steal the ball and boot it up the field.

“If you could get it in, you wouldn’t need my help talking to Lucy,” Lena smartly taunted and took off after the ball with the indignant alpha running after her.

Either all the fresh air and exercise was getting to her, or she was starting to enjoy soccer. The rush and exhilaration as she took a swing at the ball and sent it flying was building her self-esteem. She hit it into the net and Kara let out a congratulatory yell and barreled forward to wrap her up in a hug that culminated in them jumping around together, chest to chest.

That was normal alpha behavior. Lena had witnessed it countless times at sporting events, but she never experienced it herself. The delectable alpha musk and scent of Kara’s sweat brought out Lena’s omega and she huffed at the rich pheromones and clung on a little tighter before an awkwardness settled over them and they both shoved each other away.

Kara’s perplexed frown probably matched her own, and the alpha cleared her throat and sprinted off to get the ball.

They kept their distance after that and took turns shooting until people started to appear on campus and they realized the time.

“We should head back to the showers,” Kara suggested and slung her sports bag over her shoulder. She kept the soccer ball tucked under her arm and hesitated when she noticed Lena wasn’t following her.

“I’ll be late for physics if I shower,” Lena uttered in distress, born not from a fear of missing class, but from the possibility of being naked in the same locker room with Kara.

The panic she felt propelled her forward at a rate she hadn’t even shown on the pitch, and Kara could do little else except gawk at her as she bolted toward the dorms to get changed.

Lena looked like a mess by the time she stumbled into her first class of the day. The shirt she wore was stuck to her arms and chest, and she smelled awful from a combination of her sweat and the spray she had to use in order to pass as an alpha.

She dropped her bag onto an empty desk near the front and then a scrawny looking alpha reached out to block the chair. “Back of the class, sweat stain. These seats are reserved for alphas that are actually going to do something with their lives other than play fetch.” He waved her off while all of the alphas in the front three rows laughed at her.

Lena snatched her bag up with indignation and slammed it onto a desk several seats behind him, then noticed that Kate Kane and a bunch of the alphas from soccer try-outs were all sitting slumped around her.

Kara pushed through the door five minutes later in sweat pants and a clean white tee, her hairline still damp from the speedy shower she must have taken.

“God, are there any more of you?” One of the nerds in front hissed. “It already stinks in here.”

Kara sighed and ignored them to take the seat behind Lena. She pulled open her pack and took out a notebook and two pens, one of which she passed to Kate.

Lena observed the silence of the jocks and narrowed her eyes at the students who were more focused on academics. She figured that college would be different from high school, without cliques or anywhere near as much competition, but this reminded her of private boarding school where she had to battle it out with a beta for the highest GPA.

After arranging all of her books on her desk, Lena pulled out a compact mirror and her cosmetic bag and started to fix herself up. She tidied her hair before moving on to her lipstick. Her primping attracted Kara’s attention and she finger-combed her long locks as her alpha roommate watched.

Kate leaned over to nudge her friend in the ribs and they muttered to each other until the door to the classroom swung open.

“I’m Dr. Alexandra Olsen,” announced the professor who stepped behind the podium and set up her slides on the screen at the front of the room. “Welcome to Foundations of Mechanics. This is a lower level course and a pre-requisite for Statistical Mechanics and Thermodynamics, so I expect to have your full attention if you’re a Physics major, and if not, you might want to see about switching courses.”

Dr. Olsen laughed at that like it was a joke, but a few of the jocks in the back stood up and exited the room without a second glance back.

“I thought this was supposed to be easier than Intro to Physics,” Kate complained, leaning over with both arms hugging around her books as she whispered to Kara. “I just need to get a D in this class. Do you think I can get a D?”

Another athletic alpha named Ryan bent forward and teased, “You’re sounding like an omega with all of this talk of getting D’s. You’ll be fine, Kane.”

Kate shrugged out of her reach and hunched closer to the desk in misery while everyone else opened their notebooks and sat up straighter.

Lena ignored the hushed remarks some of the alphas made in response to the students who walked out. She sat poised with her pen over her book to signal she was ready to learn.

“Can everyone hear me up the back?” Dr. Olsen asked with a cheerful smile as she took in the atmosphere of the class. She raised her brows when one of the students closest choked on a laugh.

“I wouldn’t waste your breath, Professor. None of them understand a thing unless they can throw it or lift it. Your lecture on probability will go way over their heads.” The student flipped open his book like he hadn’t just insulted half the class.

In a momentary lapse of judgment, Lena spat, “I think you’ll find we all understand the classical probability of you finding an omega who can tolerate your presence is one in a billion. Better get used to your hand. It’s the only company you’re likely to get.”

The class fell silent for an instant and then the jocks roared with laughter while the alpha in front turned a furious shade of scarlet.

“She’s not wrong,” Kara stated loud enough to irritate the alphas in front and smiled when a few turned around to glare at her.

Lena could have sworn she saw the professor stifle a laugh as she cleared her throat and then clapped her hands to silence them. “Okay, settle down, it’s time to get started.”

Dr. Olsen proceeded through her slides at a rapid pace and Lena raised her hand often to provide answers.

She had been intimidated at first by the alphas at the front of the class, but she was fast to demonstrate she was the smartest among them. Some of her questions even seemed to stump Dr. Olsen, who watched in awe as Lena jotted down formulas.

By the end of the lecture, Lena flipped through her entire syllabus with the confidence that she knew enough to move on to upper level courses. The nerds at the front glared at her as they filed out of the room and Dr. Olsen called her forward to ask if she would be interested in a research assistantship.

“Looks like I chose the right person to tutor me and give me tips on how to pick up omegas,” Kara quipped as she followed Lena out into the hall. “Want to grab lunch with us?”

“Us?” Lena asked quizzically and glanced over Kara’s shoulder to see that Kate had joined them.

“We’re getting foot longs,” Kate explained and jerked her thumb in the direction of the building on campus that housed the cafeteria and several different eateries.

Lena stole a peek at Kara’s footlong and bit her lip in mindless flirtation. It resulted in her answering like an omega and not the hard ass alpha she was pretending to be. “I’d love to get lunch. That’s so sweet of you to ask me.”

Kara blushed and tucked her hand into her pocket as she nodded in the direction they were meant to go. “I mean, it’s fun hanging out with you. We seem to have a lot in common.”

They were so caught up in each other that they almost walked into a tree twice on their stroll across campus.

“You’re acting weird,” Kate grunted under her breath with a suspicious squint in Kara's direction. She pursed her lips like she was trying to pinpoint what was off about her behavior and Kara immediately filled the air between them with a defensive musk that did Lena no favors.

“I’m starving, that’s why.” Kara’s brash explanation was confident and she pushed by Kate to lead them into the Subway where a few other alphas from soccer try-outs were sitting.

Barry and Maxwell greeted them with a wave that faltered as they caught sight of Lena.

“Why’d you bring her?” Maxwell asked, using his chin to indicate Lena, who stood awkwardly behind Kara with a pinched expression on her face.

“Because some of us don’t want to be getting D’s forever,” Kate stated, as if that was the only reason why Kara had invited her. She didn’t bother sitting and went straight to the counter to order her sandwich.

Lena released her own annoyed scent and was just about to leave when Kara declared, “Because she’s my roommate and she stood up for us in class, so don’t be jerks and give her a chance.”

Kara threw a look over her shoulder and offered Lena a slight smile as she muttered, “C’mon, we had better order before everyone else gets here.”

Fortunately only Kate was in front of them, and Lena blushed shyly when Kara nodded for her to go first.

The geeky alpha behind the counter was in the middle of an argument with Kate when they approached. “Like I said, there’s the six-inch sub and the 12-inch—”

“I want the footlong,” Kate debated with a strong and defensive aura about her, and pointed to the poster that bragged about the size of the sub.

“12 inches is the footlong,” The alpha behind the counter stressed and pulled out one of the uncut breads to show Kate. “This is the footlong!”

“No, that is,” Kate snapped and slapped the poster that showed a much larger, thicker picture to entice customers into buying a sandwich.

“Oh my god, you’re an idiot,” The girl blurted and Kara stepped in to mediate between them before Kate jumped over the counter to settle it with a fight.

It took them longer than intended to order due to Kate’s intellectual struggles, but ten minutes later they all had their food and drinks. They found a comfortable place to sit near the window and dug into their sandwiches without making much small talk.

Kara sat right next to her, and once or twice Lena’s mind wandered while her mouth was full and her eyes happened to stray to the visible outline in the alpha’s sweats.

Kate had her phone out and replied to a few texts in between munching on her meatball sub.

“Talking to your girlfriend?” Kara asked her friend after peeling her attention off of Lena and gulping her iced tea.

“Yeah, she’s going to be here later with the other cheerleaders from Shadbolt to cheer us on for try-outs.” Kate flicked the short hair out of her face and smiled down at the phone screen as a picture message came through.

“Wait, they’re going to be here this afternoon?” Kara’s smile dropped along with the rest of her meat sub and she swiped crumbs off of herself in panic. “That’s not enough time. I thought we would have all week.”

Lena tried to circumvent Kara’s impending anxiety attack by changing the subject back to Kate’s girlfriend. “You’re dating a cheerleader?”

Most jocks tended to stick with likeminded people, but the thought of an omega with someone as brain dead as Kate Kane was startling to Lena.

“Yeah, this is her.” Kate’s proud pheromones could have choked Lena if she hadn’t been biting her tongue as the alpha turned her phone around to show off the lock screen.

“I think you need to go into your pictures,” Lena stressed, and furrowed her brows at the picture of a furry black and red fox in an oversized Alpherior shirt.

“Huh? No, that’s her. Can’t wait to see her tonight,” Kate sighed and returned to texting as Lena set her bewildered and wide eyes onto Kara.

“The mascot?” Lena enunciated to make sure she understood, and almost swallowed her tongue along with her drink when Kara nodded.

“Have you seen her without the costume yet?” Kara asked, and side-eyed Lena like she knew she was about to lose her shit over Kate’s answer.

“I don’t need to peek under the suit to know that she’s the one for me,” Kate shrugged and blinked at Lena, who had taken to holding her breath in an effort not to laugh in Kate’s face.

Lena’s palm couldn’t have been pressed any harder against her mouth and she noted the lack of surprise on Barry and Maxwell’s faces. Either they weren’t paying attention or they were completely aware of Kate’s relationship and unfazed by it at this point.

“How long have you been together?” Lena dared to ask, and caught Kara biting her lip in her peripheral vision.

“I dunno, a few months, right?” Kate directed her question to Kara as if she knew her friend would keep track of these things for her.

“Yup, about three now,” Kara clarified and resumed stuffing her face with the sandwich in a valiant effort to curb her own amusement.

Lena followed suit, and ate faster than she ever had just to hinder herself from asking more questions.

They finished lunch with five minutes to spare and split up to go to their respective classes.

At around five o’clock, Lena jogged back to her dorm room to change for soccer. She spotted a few of Kara’s books strewn across her desk, but there was no sign of the alpha’s sports bag.
 

Lena still glanced around to ensure no one else was present out of sheer paranoia as she huffed the musk of her roommate.

Alpha scent was all over the dorm building, but Lena honed in on the pheromones that were exclusive to Kara. For some reason, they were much stronger in their room than ever before, and Lena groaned as she investigated the source.

In the bottom of the bin next to Kara’s desk was a handful of crumpled tissues covered in part by sheets of paper and an empty can of her roommate’s scent-masking spray.

Based on the evidence, Lena concluded that Kara must have been enjoying some alone time and realized she had run out of spray to hide it.

In a daze, Lena locked her dorm room and removed her clothes, then slid into bed facing Kara’s side of the room before she came to her senses. She could feel that she was slippery with arousal and whimpered at the needs of her omega.

This was fast becoming a habit, but where else could she go to relieve the tension of building lust if not her own room?

Lena tried to envision that Kara was on the mattress next to hers and rubbed at her wet cunt as she thought about the alpha’s hand wrapped around her cock. Did she jerk off on the bed, or in her desk chair? Lena perversely wanted to know if she watched porn, or if she had just been so in the mood that her mind was enough to get her off.

A fantasy scenario took shape in her vivid imagination and she recklessly threw the covers off to bare her cunt as she considered Kara walking in to find her.

Lena was slicker than yesterday, so sensitive and ready that she regretted not purchasing a toy to stash under her bed. She used three fingers instead, gliding along her slit to tease herself before she pushed them into her entrance and pulled them back out just to feel the clench of her inner walls.

Lena wondered if Kara would go slow—if she would watch the head of her cock spread her entrance over and over before finally slamming into her. Or would Kara be overwhelmed by the sight of her fucking herself, and just ram her cock into Lena without hesitation? She was torn by which scenario she liked best and decided to explore both.

The first one kept her occupied with the thought of sweet, dumb Kara finding her and requiring encouragement to help her out.

Lena spread her legs to open her pussy and begged with a whine as she stuffed herself knuckle deep. She used the fingers of her other hand to massage into her clit and she could almost picture Kara’s stunned face upon seeing her so prone and desperate.

God, Kara would probably need instructions on how to touch her cunt, and Lena imagined directing her on how to rub her clit to give the best pleasure. Kara would get so turned on that she would thrust into her afterwards, then pin Lena to the bed.

That pleasant fantasy tumbled into the next, with Kara walking in and immediately unleashing dominant pheromones that made Lena present and beg for her cock. Kara would know exactly how to take her and how hard Lena could handle it.

The enthusiastic noise of her fingers entering her soaked pussy told the truth of which scenario she currently liked more. She wanted to be held down and treated submissively in this fantasy, even if that went against all of her current goals. The thought of Kara discovering that she was an omega weak to her baser instincts both worried and aroused Lena.

She took herself right to the brink of orgasm while picturing Kara flipping her over to mount her and rolled onto her knees to lift her backside up. The lewd display of her cunt would inspire Kara to slam into her mercilessly and thought of the alpha growling obscenities into her ear tightened her passage in sporadic clenches.

She dreamed about Kara’s mouth on her throat, her hot breath against her skin as she whispered falsehoods about Lena only wanting to attend Alpherior so someone would catch her and rail her just the way her omega wanted. It was all deeply untrue, yet Lena was getting off to it, and the less it made sense, the dirtier her moans became.

Her fantasies shifted and twisted with her ravenous libido, and she shuddered to climax and kept going.

Crafting wicked scenarios in her mind, she pumped into herself faster. Her body shook from the idea of Kara swearing to keep her secret if she got to use her cunt whenever she wanted it, ploughing her daily while nobody else was the wiser. She imagined the alpha getting her up for practice and rutting her in the shower before anyone woke up and that her new work-out routine would be to take cock before classes.

Being near an alpha on a consistent basis must have been scrambling her brains and screwing with her hormones. There was no rational explanation to why it made her so hot. With a few flicks of her thumb, she worked herself up to the point her cunt spasmed around three fingers and she dropped face down in her pillows with a satisfied groan.

If she ever intended to present on her knees for an alpha, she would have to develop better stamina.

Lena stayed there in the throes of post orgasmic bliss and whimpered at the perpetual clench of her cunt even after she removed her fingers. She ought to be ashamed of herself for thinking such filthy thoughts about Kara, but it was all her roommate’s fault for jacking off in the first place.

The heady perfume of her own arousal mixed with Kara’s and Lena was disturbed by how pleasant and compatible it seemed. She sprayed the room with her own scent masker and paused to glance at herself in the mirror. The apex of her thighs glistened and her pussy lips looked rosy from fingering herself. The entirety of her palm was soaked in her intimate juices, and she would need to be careful not to get it on the sheets or alphas would start monitoring her room to see how she snuck an omega in without them noticing.

That thought was enough to inspire panic, and to add to her distress, she heard the key to the room pushing into the lock. Lena had about five seconds to hide beneath the sheets before Kara walked in on her and she wound up tangled as the alpha strode in with a hysterical look in her eye.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Did you nap after class?” Kara’s frantic energy made her pace at the foot of Lena’s bed and she wrung her hands, oblivious to the fact that Lena was buck naked and her cunt was still in occasional spasm.

“I uh—” Lena croaked, getting no further than that as Kara flung her hands up in dismay and let out a groan.

“We have try-outs in five minutes and you’re supposed to be my wing-man. What if Lucy tries to talk to me? What am I supposed to do?” Kara asked, ranting as she raided her drawer to spray herself with enough cologne it would choke anyone within ten feet of her.

“She won’t have time to talk to you today,” Lena stated with far more authority than she felt. “She’ll be practicing with the other cheerleaders, so quit freaking out and get to try-outs. I’ll be right behind you.” She hardened her jaw and puffed out her chest, in spite of being wrapped up in her blanket like a mummy.


The sternness of her tone snapped Kara out of her state, and the alpha drew herself up to frown at Lena. “Seriously, you have five minutes to get dressed, because if you're late the coach will bench you and you’ll never get picked for the team.”

Kara didn’t linger after that, and Lena tumbled out of bed to tug on her clothes with the determination to make it to the field on time.