She's All Alpha - Chapter 1

Rating: Explicit, ABO, Alpha Kara, Omega Lena.

Description: Lena is determined to prove herself at one of the most prestigious universities in National City - she's just lacking one little requirement.

Tags: It's a College AU based on the movie She's the Man,  Lena poses as an alpha, Dumb Jock/himbo Kara with a twist, Kara and Lena are roommates, Dumb Jock Kate Kane, Eventual jealousy on both sides.


Word count: 5,862


Ever since she was a child, Lena set her sights on the most prestigious university in National City: Alpherior. It was renowned worldwide for its science programs, her biggest passion in life, and she knew even at a young age that she would do just about anything to get accepted. She had the grades, the family legacy, and the money to get her foot in the door, but she was missing one crucial thing: Alpherior was an exclusive university for Alphas, and she was an omega.

That would have been enough to deter anyone, but Lena never considered it an obstacle. Her parents fostered her growth in science with expectation that she would follow in their footsteps. She would, of course, but on her own terms and in her own way. Omegas were often sidelined in a lot of ways for who they were, but she dreamed of running her own business and hiring a staff predominantly made up of omegas to show the world just how brilliant they could be.

For the most part, Lena’s mother indulged her ambitions, but as the years went by and her focus remained the same, she drew more ire than she did praise in her accomplishments.

More than once, her mother tried to bargain with her about swapping her lab coat for a designer dress as she came of age to attract a mate. Not that Lena particularly cared. She tried to avoid the arguments that always flared up whenever her mother mentioned the omega debutante events that she wished Lena would attend. Lena ignored the invites that mysteriously seemed to manifest in her bedroom, wedged between her books.

Fortunately, her brother Lex had always been on her side, and encouraged her to push back against the norms of society, despite the conflicts it caused in her family. She could have used his support when applying to universities, but he had gotten himself a girlfriend and decided to travel under the guise of scouting out higher education in Europe.

Lena spent the summer fruitlessly concocting a plan, and submitted an application to Alpherior in the hopes that her brilliance would outshine her omega status.

With only two weeks to the start of term, she received a very candid letter informing her that she wouldn’t be receiving a place at Alpherior and encouraging her to pursue a scholarship somewhere more fitting. It shouldn’t have crushed her, but she had cried over the stupid letter and torn it to shreds in a fit of rage.

Lena wasn’t an alpha, but she was a Luthor, and if her mother taught her anything it was that a Luthor never gives up.

She ransacked Lex’s room until she found his acceptance letter and called her friends to help her make a new I.D. If Lex wasn’t going to use the opportunity, then Lena would have to do it for him.

“Wait, so you’re going to pretend to be Lex to go to Alpherior?” Eve asked when she arrived with Jess and Winn. “You’ll need a fake mustache—”

“I will not.” Lena vehemently stated, and thrust the acceptance letter into Eve’s hands with a smug flourish. “This is addressed to L. Luthor. I don’t have to disguise myself at all. Not with facial hair, at least.”

“So, you’re really doing it?” Jess asked in a whisper and clutched at Lena’s sweater anxiously. “Do you even know how to act like an alpha?”

“How hard can it be?” Lena scoffed and dramatically squared her shoulders to strut across her room. “I just have to walk around like I own the place and sit with my legs spread.” She demonstrated by straddling her desk chair and her friends all shared worried glances.

“What?” Lena asked, trying not to slump as she took in their worry. “You don’t think I’ll pass as an alpha?”

“You’ve never even dated one, and now you’re planning on living on a campus entirely filled with them,” Winn not so tactfully pointed out, then winced when Jess elbowed him in the ribs. “You’re not the slightest bit worried that you’re going to be stuck with them 24/7?”

“They’re just like arrogant, overgrown children,” Lena huffed as anxiety crept through her chest. “How hard can it be to fool an alpha?”

“What if you go into heat?” Eve asked, suddenly intrigued by the idea of being surrounded by beefy alphas, all ready to take care of her needs. “Do you think they’d help you out before turning you over to the Dean?”

Lena paled at the thought and pressed her lips together. She had never considered it, but heats could be offset with the right medication, and if she planned it correctly, she could go months without any issue. “I’ll keep a supply of suppressors and scent maskers.”

“You’re gonna need more than that to play the part,” Jess murmured with a meaningful glance to Lena’s thighs.

Eve giggled and Winn turned a shade of crimson, but Jess had a point. Lena would need to reinvent herself, and with the help of her friends and a pair of rolled up tube socks, she would be well on her way.

She practiced walking around for the rest of the night with the socks wedged inside her panties, and immediately hated the way she chaffed from it.

“Boxers,” Eve suggested before leaving, and the next day Lena purchased multiple pairs online.

It was embarrassing learning to pack the pouch meant for alpha’s anatomy, more so when she found omegas and other alphas glancing at her bulge whenever she braved it out of the house. She was used to people staring because she was an omega, but the new attention made her blush.

“No, you’ve got to own it.” Winn insisted and pushed his hips out as he leaned back to wave at his jeans. “Stop trying to hide yourself. Alphas walk around like they’re being led by their d—”

“Don’t say it!” Lena blurted, flustered by the way her friends were gazing at her. “You’re right, I need to do better.”

Better meant learning to do everything with the bulge in place, and not just walking. She had to master crouching, running, and going to the bathroom without letting the socks fall onto the floor, or worse, into the water. Even sitting was more difficult, and no matter how Lena moved, she was always aware of it.

Once or twice, she had to adjust herself after jogging, and she was pretty sure she almost gave an elderly omega a heart attack at the park.

The woman had caught her hunched over, sweaty and breathing hard while she cupped and rubbed herself back into place. Lena was so mortified she ran off before fully adjusting herself and it wasn’t until she was halfway home that she realized it looked like she was erect.

Lena called her friends for an emergency meeting and greeted them with a whine. “There’s no way I can walk around with socks stuffed down there. I have to adjust them every five minutes and the alphas will think I’m a pervert.”

“If you’re really that worried about it, just get a packer,” Eve suggested with a nonchalant shrug, then shoved Winn out of the way to grab Lena’s laptop.

Lena shared a curious look with Jess, who looked just as baffled, and leaned over the chair to see the site Eve pulled up. “Oh god, no. I don’t think—”

“Oh, calm down, it just tucks into the front of the boxers, see?” Eve opened a new tab and scrolled through pairs of boxers in different colors, and then hovered over the crotch of one. “These are designed to hold it in place.”

“Isn’t that a bit much?” Lena asked, wide eyed and filled with trepidation. “How do you even know these exist?”

“I dated a beta that liked to present as an alpha when we went to the movies,” Eve confessed with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “He was convinced it got us better seats.”

“Did it?” Winn asked with far too much interest as he eyed the page over Eve’s shoulder.

“No,” Eve laughed, her mirth turning a little bitter as she sighed, “Too bad the only thing it really made bigger was his ego.”

After a lengthy debate with her friends, Lena ultimately decided she would buy one with the underwear to accompany it, but only after everyone left her alone. It was personal, after all, and she didn’t want her friends knowing which one she would be wearing.

The difference between the packer and the socks was so vast it was almost funny. She didn’t have to adjust herself at all, but she did have to get used to the weight of it, and after an uncomfortable couple of days, she gradually gained confidence.

Lena packed her bags with all of the necessary items to convince everyone she was an alpha: plenty of scent maskers, a giant box of suppressors, and plenty of sprays to neutralize her scent if her heat came early. She marked down the date of the college move-in on her calendar and spent a great deal of time each day practicing being an alpha. She went so far as to act like some of the most obnoxious alphas she knew just to learn their mannerisms and kept a diary filled with notes on it all.

Lena’s mother Lillian believed she was going to be attending Shadbolt, the most distinguished university for omegas in their entire region. For a few weeks, Lena stressed over the prospect that her mother would want to drop her off, but Lillian had a conference scheduled during the week of freshman orientation. Fortunately, Lena didn’t need to come up with any excuses about why Lillian couldn’t accompany her.

Lena hitched a ride with her best friends and arrived at Alpherior early enough to set up her entire side of the room before her roommate showed up. She had chosen the perfect coordinating curtains and bedspread in a pale aqua color, and she was in the process of organizing her desk when an alpha stepped into their shared dorm room.

The first thing she noticed was the wildly attractive scent in the air, and then she turned to stare at the embodiment of a thousand erotic dreams: the alpha had the perfect sculpted body and inquisitive, friendly blue eyes. She stood taller than Lena, even when laden down by bags, and carried a soccer ball under one arm.

Lena stared at her in slack jawed wonder, heedless of how the alpha was also gaping back at her.

“Oh—hey, I’m – I’m Kara,” The alpha stuttered out and threw down her bags so she could extend a hand to Lena.

“Kara Danvers,” Lena noted as she glanced at the form she had received that morning with her roommate’s name and information. “I’m Lena Luthor.”

Their fingers barely touched when a rowdy, short-haired alpha barreled into the room and the atmosphere immediately shifted. The newcomer grunted at the sight of Lena’s bedspread and then turned to Lena to size her up. “Aren’t you a bit young to be here?”

Kara rolled her eyes at her friend and began moving her bags with the toe of her sneaker. “Ignore Kate, she forgets we’re not always on the field.”

Lena laughed, a strained sound that tapered off as she gulped at the alphas and uttered, “I—uh—I skipped a few grades. I owe it to Calculus and Trigonometry.”

“Who?” Kate asked with a frown, her face scrunched with confusion.

“Oh,” Kara laughed, her face lighting up as she unzipped a bag to pull out a bundle of clothes that she stuffed into a drawer haphazardly. “She was a professor from Harry Potter.”

“No, you’re thinking of Trelawney,” Lena corrected impulsively, then regretted it as Kate narrowed her eyes and unleashed a wave of pheromones.

“That doesn’t sound right,” Kara murmured, pausing in her task to tip her head thoughtfully.

“You should read the book,” Kate informed Lena, as if she hadn’t already done that years ago. “Anyway, whatever, I’m going to see if my room is bigger than yours.”

Kate left with the same kind of chaotic energy with which she appeared, and Lena grabbed her phone to send out an SOS group text.

You need to come and get me. I can feel my IQ dropping in their presence.

Jess texted back first and Lena could feel her concern through the phone. You’ve only been there twenty minutes. Is it really that bad?

Worse, Lena lamented, focusing on the negatives as she tried to stop her eyes drifting over to Kara and all her muscles.  It’s like osmosis. I’m absorbing their alpha stupidity. Help.

“So, do you play?” Kara asked, mindlessly twirling her soccer ball as she sat on the edge of her bed to peer over at Lena. “Try-outs are this afternoon.”

Lena squinted at the soccer ball and tried not to shy away from Kara’s curiosity the way she was so naturally inclined to do. She postured where she sat on the bed, drawing her shoulders back to make herself look self-assured as she flipped through her class schedule. “Soccer isn’t really my thing. I like to apply myself in other ways.”

“Lacrosse?” Kara questioned with a small crinkle appearing between her eyebrows. She searched the room with her gaze, evidently noting the lack of a lacrosse stick while waiting on Lena to elaborate.

“Science. I’ve got better things to do than chase balls around like a dog,” Lena spat arrogantly, and flicked through pages with increasing attitude.

She was being ruder than normal, and the spread of her legs emphasized her alpha status, which in turn made her blush appear like annoyance and not the bashful heat of attraction.

Despite all of that, Kara’s pheromones were friendly as she looked over at Lena. “You know that sports are mandatory at Alpherior, right? Everyone has to sign up for something or they risk losing their place here.”

The notion of being caught as an imposter before college even began brought a cold sweat to Lena’s forehead, and she laughed, loud and hysterical to mask the panic filling up her lungs like sea water.

“Of course I know that,” Lena continued to laugh. “I was joking. Obviously I’ll be trying out for soccer. It’s the best sport there is.”

That brought a grin to Kara’s face, and the alpha returned to unpacking, oblivious to the frantic way Lena grabbed her laptop to research the game.

God, no wonder Lex never showed any interest in attending Alpherior. His idea of working up a sweat was playing chess in the garden.

Lena sent off another round of SOS texts to her friends, and while Kara struggled with the mechanics of putting the blankets on her bed, Lena rushed out of her room to find out where the athletic sign-ups were taking place.

A curly haired alpha gave Lena directions to the Dean’s office, where sheets hung in a row next to the door. Lena lifted a pen to the sheet that was labeled SOCCER and wrote her name beneath KATE KANE, KARA DANVERS, BARRY ALLEN, and RYAN WILDER.

Her phone began to ring just as she finished, and Lena picked it up when she saw it was a call from Jess, even though her attention strayed to a huge trophy case.

“I just signed myself up for soccer because sports are apparently mandatory at this university,” Lena complained in a dramatic whine and paced back and forth in distress. “After everything I’ve done to get here, I’m going to be bested by idiots that probably can’t count past the numbers on their jerseys.”

“You could always drop out,” Jess exhaled down the line, her obvious concern still cold comfort for Lena, who scoffed at the suggestion.

“Are you out of your mind?” Lena asserted, staring so intently at the trophies that she didn’t realize the door next to her had opened. “I'm not going down without a fight.”

“That’s the kind of spirit we like to cultivate here at Alpherior, Lena!” A voice interjected, startling her enough that she almost fell into the display case.

She turned around to face an unblinking and observant alpha who was dressed in a suit.

“I’m Dean Dox,” he announced and gave a jerky nod in the direction of his office. “I was hoping to speak to you about your application and your suitability as a student of this school.”

The silver nameplate in the hall confirmed Dean Dox’s name, and Lena could just see into the luxurious interior, where a large cherry wood desk sat in front of a wall of bookshelves.

“Oh, Jess, I need to go,” Lena muttered and clicked off the phone before her friend could even say goodbye.

The Dean waved her into the office with an exaggerated bow and Lena tried to quell her nervous energy before it leaked through her pheromones and surpassed the scent blockers. She hesitantly took a seat and wondered if one of the alphas had reported her already for not being one of them. Why else would the Dean know her name?

“You must be feeling pretty clever right now. Didn’t think I’d notice, did you?” Dean Dox asked, his intense and cunning eyes locked onto Lena like he could read the thoughts racing through her mind.

Lena opened her mouth and an unfortunate squeak emitted from her person instead of an explanation. She snapped her teeth together and resisted the blind urge to run. “You’re right.”

“Well Lena, I notice everything,” Dean Dox announced ominously, then clapped her on the shoulder with a bright grin before he sank dramatically into his chair. Lena watched in alarm as he pushed off from his desk to wheel over to the file cabinet and pulled out a letter that he brandished with a laugh. “I wasn’t the least bit surprised to see you here, even after you sent such a dismissive and critical letter last month. I highlighted my favorite parts.”

Lena gawked at Dean Dox, briefly noting the sections of text circled in bright green marker, even though she couldn’t read it at a distance.

He held it up as if to appraise it and recited with aplomb, “I will not be attending your institution where sport is a requirement. To equate ingenuity to physical exercise is to say that science is equal to mutts chasing their tails.”

Lena groaned at her brother’s audacity and sprang out of her chair with the very pressing need to run back to her dorm and pack her bags. She got three steps toward the door before Dean Dox blocked her escape.

“Hold it right there, Lena. You’re not in trouble,” Dox intoned, folding the letter into a perfectly neat square that he tucked into his coat pocket.

“I’m... not?” Lena articulated while she quietly speculated about the Dean’s eccentric manner and whether it had to do with early onset dementia. She grimaced in an attempt to smile and shuffled backwards.

“I pride myself on encouraging critical thinking. I knew once you stepped on campus, you’d be able to find a place where you could challenge yourself and the system that strives to keep all of our alphas in peak shape. Mentally and physically.” Dean Dox winked, and didn’t move from the door which he leaned into with a smile. “It sets Alpherior apart from other universities, and as a result, we have happier, healthier students that outperform every other state.”

Lena had no option but to bluff her way through the conversation and puffed herself up the way she noticed most alphas did during heated debates. “Yeah, that’s why I chose to come here, to really see for myself if the link between academia and sports is worth the effort. In fact, I already signed up for soccer, so I better go get ready for try-outs.”

“Excellent!” Dean Dox clapped, and ushered Lena out of his office with a firm hand on her back. “Well, what are you waiting for? Get out there and discover what the campus has to offer.”

Lena bolted out of the building and across campus to the safety of her dorm only to be hit with a wave of dizzying alpha pheromones. The scent of them had heightened over the morning and she gasped for air as she stumbled blindly into her room and straight into a half-naked Kara, who apparently had more abs than brain cells.

Just looking at them sent a shiver down Lena’s spine that oddly condensed in her core. She cleared her throat to announce her presence before Kara’s pants were the next thing to go.

“Oh god, please don’t take your clothes off.” Lena stood open mouthed and fixated on Kara’s lower body. “I mean—because we have soccer try-outs. We’ll be late.”

She peeled her intense focus away from the obvious outline in Kara’s pants and swung around towards her bed.

Being in close confines with an alpha had never been a worry that crossed her mind prior to arrival.

Lena had assumed she might find one or two alphas attractive, but that despising all of their other traits would put a swift end to whatever crush she developed. The uncanny interest that bounced between them whenever they made eye contact was making her sweat.

Kara removed her pants when Lena’s back was turned and laughed, “I’m just going to finish getting ready and then I’ll be heading over to the field. You should change, too. I don’t recommend wearing that.”

Lena glanced down at her tight-fitting jeans and comfortable blue V-neck, then reached for the athletic clothes that she packed with the thought of using the elliptical at the gym.

“To be perfectly honest, I’m dreading try-outs,” Lena muttered, not even out of a conscious desire to share her woes.

Kara had just finished getting dressed, and for some reason Lena’s oversexed omega actually wanted the alpha to stick around so she could continue heavy-breathing while avoiding direct eye contact.

“Why?” Kara asked gently and took a seat at the end of her bed.

Lena became a bit tongue-tied as she realized she was being vulnerable in ways no alpha would respect. To make matters worse, Kate chose that moment to inconveniently appear in their doorway and Lena began to panic that she would be seen as some kind of wuss.

“Old skating injury,” Lena blurted with a sage nod as she struggled to explain her fictitious problem. “Fractured my femur.”

“Isn’t that some kind of animal?” Kate asked and tossed the soccer ball she was holding to Kara.

For a second Kara held Lena’s gaze and bit her lip, and Lena believed they were sharing a private moment and puzzling over Kate’s stupidity.

Much to Lena’s disappointment, the moment ended when Kara nodded to Kate. “Yeah, I think they’re native to Madagascar.”

“That’s a lemur,” Lena snapped derisively, aghast by the fact that they were so stupid yet still managed to get into the University just because they were alphas. She gritted her teeth at the injustice of it all and tried not to show her hostility that probably radiated off her regardless.

Kate snorted at how easily Lena was offended and jerked her thumb over her shoulder. “Kara, c’mon, I heard the coach is a real hard ass. If we’re late, they’ll make us run laps.”

Kara stood up with only the slightest hesitation and shrugged when Lena turned her back to them.


“See you out there,” Kara muttered, shutting the door behind them with force that made Lena jump.

“Morons,” Lena hissed, practically tearing her clothes off in anger to tug on her sportswear.

She got lost twice on her way to the try-outs, lining up instead for lacrosse and then hockey. Sweat trickled down her face by the time she made it to the correct field, and her sneaky attempt to join in on the agility drill didn’t quite go as planned when she tripped over a cone and fell into an alpha.

“Everyone can thank Luthor for finally showing up and costing you all two laps at the end of practice,” Coach Edge bellowed from the side of the pitch like he had been waiting for her to arrive.

Kate grunted in aggravation as she sprinted past with a ball, and Lena scrambled up before anyone felt tempted to pelt her for being late.

She was out of breath and completely uncoordinated in following everyone else to the point that some of the alphas were staring at her.

“Who taught you how to play, an omega?” One of the alphas jeered when she not only missed the pass they made to her, but kicked someone else’s ball in the wrong direction.

“Ignore them and just focus on passing. Pretend the coach isn’t watching,” Kara instructed, running a circle around Lena and then sending a ball soaring down to an alpha called Barry.

Barry booted it across to another alpha who tried to score against someone practicing in goal and let out a roar when it sailed into the net.

Having excelled at everything she put her mind to growing up, Lena was unaccustomed to the humiliation of performing so terribly under pressure. She tried to take Kara’s advice, but her pride got in the way and she kicked the ball so roughly that her shoe flew off and smacked Kate right on the ass.

Lena groaned in horror as Kate swung around and punched the closest alpha to her, a burly looking guy called Oliver, who shoved her for the random attack.

“What the hell, Kane, keep it for a match, not try-outs!” Oliver snarled, puffing his chest up like he was ready to throw down if she didn’t back off.

“Then don’t treat me like an omega!” Kate yelled, lifting her chin like she welcomed the confrontation.

Neither of them noticed the way Lena hobbled over to covertly stick her foot back into her sneaker, and while they were distracted, she stole the ball with a victorious smirk. The glorious high of feeling like she had won wore off the second she realized she was being chased down the pitch by the pair of them.

Lena swerved around an alpha that slid across to try and steal the ball from her and chanted under her breath “Go, go, go.”

Perhaps if she hadn’t been single minded, she would have noticed Kara charging towards her, but it was too late to stop or change direction and her momentum carried her forward and straight into the alpha, knocking them both over.

The wind escaped Kara’s lungs in a pained whoosh as she hit the grass and her breath blew Lena’s hair out of her eyes. For a precarious and terrible second, Lena just sprawled there on top of her, huffing the rich scent of Kara’s pheromones with far too much desire.

“Are you injured?” Kara wheezed, frowning up at Lena as she dumbly shook her head. “Then please get off me before you crack a rib.”

The perplexed scent of Kara hit Lena first, and then it dawned on her that other alphas had begun to gather around them and her hand was dangerously close to Kara’s crotch. She recoiled so fast that she landed on her ass and Kara groaned as she staggered onto her feet and wiped herself down.

Nobody helped her up and Lena went out of her way to avoid Kara at all costs during the rest of their drills.

It was a solid plan, except her gaze kept landing on Kara and Lena finally got benched for tripping another alpha accidentally.

“Luthor, I’ve seen landmines less dangerous than you on the field. Get your shit together and don’t waste my time,” Coach Edge barked, his intimidating musk preventing her from talking back. “Two laps, then everyone hit the showers. Anyone that isn’t serious about joining the team can skip tomorrow's team try-outs.”

The barb felt directed toward Lena, and she sulked the entire way around the pitch while other alphas muttered insults as they lapped her. She was so lost in her own misery that she followed the female alphas into the showers blindly and then choked on the stench of their aggressive pheromones and steam. Half of them were already undressing and Lena froze in her tracks when Kara sauntered over shirtless with a towel slung around the back of her neck. It barely covered her breasts, and Lena’s eyes dropped to Kara’s very defined abs that were glistening with sweat.

“Do you really want to be on the team?” Kara asked quietly, dipping her head down to try and meet Lena’s gaze.

“Of course I do. This is Alpherior. There’s no better place for sci—sports.” The stubborn jut of Lena’s chin prompted a laugh from Kara and she stood straighter to size Lena up.

“You’ve never played soccer in your life, have you?” Kara asked, her words hushed so nobody else would over hear them.

“So what if I haven’t? I’ll learn, just like I have with everything else,” Lena hissed, finding it difficult to hold onto her attitude when her omega seemed hell bent on announcing her attraction.

She flushed prettily and crossed her arms to hide the way her nipples were pebbling, and hoped the scent masker would last long enough to get her to the dorms.

“Look, why don’t we team up?” Kara suggested, oblivious to the way Lena choked on her saliva the moment she continued to get undressed. “You can help me with the science stuff, and I can teach you how to play soccer, then we’ll both get the grades we need to stay here. Deal?”

“Dick,” Lena gasped, staring directly at Kara’s flaccid but thick girth in shock. Her brain finally registered the error and she snapped her head up and laughed awkwardly, “I mean, deal, great, I just uh—I forgot my body wash, so—”

“You can borrow mine,” Kara offered, completely at ease in her nakedness and not at all attuned to Lena’s mortification.

“No! No, that won’t be necessary,” Lena blurted, her arousal scalding up her neck as she backed away and bumped into a locker. “I need to use my own. I have this—um—skin condition, so I’ll just catch you later.”

During the trek back to the dorm, Lena processed that she had agreed to tutor Kara in exchange for soccer lessons. She hesitated on the path and glanced back towards the gym as she realized her heart was pounding from her short jog, but also from just being around Kara. How was she ever going to teach her roommate anything when she was so sexually attracted to the alpha?

Horror crept over her, and Lena ran back to her dorm to grab her shower kit. She scrubbed herself down in one of the shower stalls in the big co-ed bathroom, then made a beeline for her room before any of the other alphas could smell her.

Fortunately, Kara must have come and gone, because there was a note waiting for her on the white board that hung on their door: Grabbing dinner.

Lena used the opportunity to throw off her towel and flop down on her bed. She only became aware of her own automatic actions as she brushed her fingertips over her clit. The gentle touch was instantly satisfying and she continued until her back arched off the mattress. In an apparent break with reality, she imagined Kara in between her legs. She whined, loud and vocal as she rubbed inside of her entrance and thought about Kara kissing her neck.

It vexed her that someone so hot and sweet was also so stupid, though none of that seemed to matter as her omega fueled her desires and she envisioned Kara’s fingers spreading her cunt.

Lena took herself slowly with two fingers, curling them to feel the silken ridges that contracted in greed to draw her in deeper. She wasn’t in heat and wouldn’t be for weeks, yet being surrounded by alphas exclusively brought out the needs of her omega.

The oversight was one she would have to live with and Lena convinced herself that it was do-able, providing she had enough time to indulge herself. She pumped into her tight warmth and rocked her hips to satisfy her fantasies, all the while picturing Kara’s face framed by her thighs.

Kara couldn’t say anything dumb if her mouth was busy, and Lena whimpered at the thought of a warm tongue gliding over her.

She flicked her clit lightly with her thumb, swirling her essence around the stiffened bud and groped at her breasts the way she hoped that Kara would – in a strong, possessive grip.

“Harder,” Lena whispered, her lips barely parting as she rolled onto her stomach to hump her hand with the wild idea of presenting.

Though she previously dated several betas, Lena had never done that before, and her omega sweetened the air with promiscuous and begging scents.

She could almost feel Kara’s hands on her hips, fingers biting roughly into her pale skin to leave it stained with her hunger.

In her desperation to make it feel real, Lena inserted a third finger and groaned wantonly into her pillow. Slick coated her palm and she worked her hand frantically as the first euphoric spasm pulled her fingers knuckle-deep. She undulated even long after her pleasure subsided, desperate for more.

It was unclear how much time she spent taking care of all of her urges, but when she next glanced at the clock, and hour had gone by and Lena rushed to make herself presentable. She snatched a bottle of scent masker from her nightstand and just managed to spray a blast of it in the air when Kara came in and paused at the end of her bed.

Lena freaked out as she watched Kara inhale deeply, like she was confused by the omega pheromones.

“Oh my god,” Kara blinked and shut the door behind her with a suspicious and wide-eyed glance around. “You’re—”

“I can explain!” Lena whimpered and sat upright in bed as she saw her whole opportunity to study at Alpherior flashing before her eyes.

“Just tell me how you managed to sneak an omega in,” Kara demanded and dropped onto her bed with a look that told Lena she was impressed. “Then dish all of the details of how you convinced her to fool around with you when there are so many alphas on the floor.”

“Oh,” Lena breathed out as she realized that Kara didn’t suspect her of being an omega. “Well, everyone was at dinner, so it wasn’t that hard.”

Kara waggled her brows and propped herself on her pillow to make it clear she wanted more information.

Lena bit her lip and then began telling Kara just what she had done. Technically it wasn’t a lie, because she really had touched an omega. Kara didn’t need to know that she was describing herself.