Felix watched as Kailith’s assistant took a huge bite of her hot dog, sauce smearing the corners of her lips. The woman was a beta, of course she ate like that. They could eat whatever they want and never gain an ounce thanks to their impossible metabolism. Felix, on the other hand, could swear he gained weight just by drinking water.

When Clara had shown up at his university wanting to talk, Felix never imagined he would end up sitting beside her at a street vendor, sharing hot dogs. Clara, personal assistant to the most probable future president of The United Jovovian, was one of the most polished and put-together women Felix had ever seen. Yet here she was, devouring junk food on a curbside bench like she hadn’t eaten in days. The woman was easy-going, completely different from how Felix assumed she would be. On camera she always looked so serious that Felix had thought she would be just as uptight as the infamous Diamond Alpha.