Perfume and the AlphaBetas - Side A
My band has battled hard to get back to the music after losing one of our own in a terrorist attack. We have to resume our tour, which we can't do without a lead guitarist.
Enter Apex Duvall, a figure from my past and a guitar god in his own right. When we make music together, it's transcendent. We're professionals, right? Broken hearts will not stand in my way.
Apex and the band clash. Saffo doesn't want a guy in an all-girl band. Habit fears Apex is replacing her soulmate. And Kawaii, well, she's more interested in getting into the pants of our alpha bodyguard.
Packchella is on the horizon and we can't afford to screw this up. Everything hinges on this tour going perfectly.
Yeah, Apex is a guy, yeah, he was my first love and yeah, he abandoned me and shattered my heart into a million pieces when we were teenagers, but it's not like he's an alpha or anything...
We're not pack. We're not sweet. We're not into propaganda. We don't care if you're alpha, beta or omega. We only care that you worship the noise and know our names.
I'm Perfume, and we're the AlphaBetas, an all-beta punk band who is carving our way to greatness, and screw anyone who tries to stop us.
SIDE B - a continuation from Perfume and the AlphaBetas - Side A
I've only wanted two things my entire life - earing my wan onto the charts and Perfume, my first and only love.
Alpha status comes with baggage. I've been hiding it from everyone for years. I don't want my success handed to me on a golden platter because of my aura and my knot. That's not very punk rock.
If Perfume finds out I'm an alpha? It might destroy everything and I'll lose her again.
We'll be playing Packchella in a few days. With scent blockers and suppressants, I'll make it though. I'll finally have the me, the life, and the woman of my dreams.
There's a new omega tagalong, a superfan, and his yummy omega aura is affecting every one. Even me. Especially me...
I've fought too hard and come too far to let it all fall apart now.
I'm Apex, and we are the AlphaBetas. Screw anyone who tries to stop us.
I’m a bad omega.
Born a seer, with the ability to read auras, I’ve been using my powers for evil, rather than good.
As the top mixologist at the most prestigious heat hotel in the city, every day was a game to manipulate patrons into bigger tips and out of their secrets.
One of those secrets led me to a duffel bag full of cash. And the owner of said bag most definitely wants it back.
Hiding out in the dive bar I bought, I’m perfectly content popping scent blockers till my nose bleeds and mixing drinks that taste like people’s auras.
My karmic punishment gets delivered to the bar one day dressed up at a scent matched alpha.
He doesn’t want me. He wants my abilities. And revenge.