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The biting chill of the mountain air roared past as Korra leaned into the curve, her snowboard cutting a sharp line through the pristine snow. Each shift of her weight sent a spray of powder into the air, a testament to the confidence and precision she’d honed over years on the slopes. The thrill of the descent made her heart pound, the world blurring into a rush of white and blue as she carved her way down the steep run.
The sun had yet to peek over the mountains, leaving the sky an inky blue tinged with the faintest hints of dawn. The slopes were theirs alone, a privilege of working at the resort. These early morning runs, stolen before the resort opened to the public, were sacred—a perfect blend of tranquility and adrenaline.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a flash of silver-gray. Kuvira. She was right on her heels, pushing hard to close the gap. Typical, Korra thought with a grin, knowing Kuvira wouldn’t let her have an easy win—not today, not ever. The rivalry between them was fierce but friendly, their shared passion for snowboarding fueling a near-constant game of one-upmanship. It was what made these stolen moments so exhilarating.
Korra hit a small jump, tucking her knees and twisting midair before landing smoothly, the impact reverberating up her legs. She didn’t bother to look back. She knew Kuvira wouldn’t let her show off without trying to outdo her.
Sure enough, moments later, Kuvira launched off the same jump, pulling off an even more ambitious trick. Her snowboard sliced through the air in a tight spin before she landed with a flourish, a trail of snow bursting around her. Korra could practically feel the smugness radiating off her friend even without looking.
The base of the mountain came into view, the run leveling out as they neared the end. Korra leaned forward, picking up speed, determined to reach the finish first. Kuvira was a blur in her peripheral vision, the two of them neck and neck as they hurtled toward the line they’d mentally marked as the finish.
With a final push, Korra edged ahead, her board gliding to a stop just a fraction of a second before Kuvira’s. She threw her arms up in victory, her breath coming in visible puffs against the cold air.
“You’re slipping, V,” Korra teased, finally turning to face her friend as Kuvira skidded to a halt beside her.
Kuvira smirked, pulling down the scarf that covered the lower half of her face. “Enjoy it while you can, Korra. Next run, I’ll leave you in the dust.”
Korra looked out to the sun starting to peek over the mountain, its warm glow painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. She took a deep breath, savoring the crisp, quiet beauty of the moment. “We have time for one more run before we have to get ready. Still hungry for some morning dust?”
Kuvira stepped out of her boots on the board, shaking loose a bit of snow from her pants as she made her way back to the ski lift. “That ego of yours is going to slow you down,” she shot back, her tone light but her competitive edge sharp.
Korra grinned and started after her, the sound of their boots crunching against the packed snow filling the quiet air. “Keep talking. You’re just scared you’ll get dusted twice before breakfast.”
Kuvira glanced over her shoulder, an eyebrow raised. “Let’s make it interesting, then. Whoever loses has to cover front desk for the day.”
“You’re on.” Korra’s grin widened, adrenaline already thrumming in her veins as they reached the lift. Another run awaited, the mountain stretching out before them like a challenge they were both eager to accept.
Her shoulders slumped as she stood at the front desk, her scowl deepening as she glared at the computer screen. Korra half-heartedly clicked through the day’s check-in schedule, her fingers tapping the keyboard with a bit more force than necessary. The resort was packed, every suite and cabin booked solid for the Christmas week. It was their busiest time of year, and she’d drawn the short straw—or rather, lost the bet—to cover the front desk while Kuvira got to patrol the slopes.
She could practically feel the snow calling to her, the crisp air and adrenaline of another run just out of reach. Instead, she was trapped inside the grandiose luxury of the resort lobby. Vaulted ceilings stretched high above her, adorned with polished wooden beams and elegant wrought iron chandeliers. The warmth from the oversized fireplace in the corner was oppressive, its crackling logs adding to the suffocating atmosphere that she’d grown to resent.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Korra could just make out the snowy peaks bathed in the golden morning light. Guests passed through the lobby, bundled in fur-lined coats and designer boots, their chatter blending into the hum of holiday music playing softly in the background. Her lips twisted as she fought the urge to roll her eyes at the sight of yet another rich omega clinging to an older alpha’s arm, no doubt here to flaunt their wealth and status.
She hated being on desk duty.
Laughter drifted in from outside, punctuated by an unmistakable voice carrying through the lobby doors. Korra didn’t need to look to know exactly what was happening—Kuvira was out there. Most likely charming the guests as they arrived, her over-the-top personality already getting on Korra’s nerves. Kuvira’s smug grin flashed through her mind, and she let out an audible groan, slumping further into her post as if the mere thought of it was enough to drain her energy.
“Everything okay?” a voice interrupted, snapping her out of her thoughts. Korra glanced up to see a middle-aged man, one of the resort’s regulars, peering at her with mild concern. His tailored coat and polished demeanor screamed wealth, and Korra had to fight the urge to roll her eyes again.
“Just peachy,” she said, forcing a tight smile as she finished checking him in. Her tone dripped with sarcasm, and the man’s concerned expression lingered for a moment before he turned away.
Korra sighed and straightened her posture, though her mood didn’t improve. Her tie felt too tight against her throat, the crisp white button-up tucked neatly into her black trousers suddenly too restrictive. She adjusted her leather belt absently, her frustration mounting as the minutes dragged on.
Late afternoon brought Kuvira back inside, her snow gear still dusted with frost as she stomped into the employee area to shed her layers. Moments later, she emerged in her neatly pressed uniform, her tie slightly loosened in a way that still looked effortlessly professional. She strode behind the desk, a confident smirk on her face as she eyed Korra.
“How’s desk duty treating you?” Kuvira asked, leaning casually against the counter. Her tone was laced with mock sympathy, but her eyes sparkled with amusement.
Korra shot her a dark look, folding her arms across her chest. “I hate desk duty,” she muttered. “It’s boring, and I’m stuck dealing with entitled alphas and omegas who think the world revolves around them.”
Kuvira chuckled, clearly enjoying Korra’s misery. “Well, someone had to do it. And since you lost fair and square...” She trailed off with an exaggerated shrug, letting the implication hang in the air.
Korra gritted her teeth. “Fair and square my ass. You nearly knocked me off that last run, don’t think I didn’t realize you were trying to cross boards with me.”
“Details, details,” Kuvira replied breezily. “Anyway, I hope you’ve been practicing your customer service smile. You might want to dull down those canines.” Kuvira pointed to her own sharp canines in a teasing way. “There’s a whole group of corporate elites checking in tonight.”
Korra groaned, dragging a hand through her short hair. “Great. Just what I need.”
Kuvira leaned closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Cheer up. Maybe one of them will tip you for looking so miserable.”
Korra gave her a withering glare but couldn’t stop the corner of her mouth from twitching upward. “You’re the worst.”
“And you love me for it,” Kuvira shot back, straightening up and grabbing a clipboard from the counter. “Hang in there, champ. I’ll be back to check on you after dinner—if you survive.”
With that, Kuvira sauntered off, leaving Korra to stew in her annoyance. The faint sound of holiday music played in the background, mingling with the chatter of guests, but all Korra could think about was how much she’d rather be out on the slopes. Still, she couldn’t help but shake her head with a small, begrudging smile. Kuvira’s teasing always managed to get under her skin—and somehow make it a little easier to bear.
Late evening found the resort settling into a calm lull, the slopes nearly deserted save for a few devoted night riders carving the quiet mountains. The faint strains of holiday music still floated through the air, mingling with the occasional thud of boots on the polished wooden floors of the lobby. Korra slumped behind the front desk, half-convinced it might be easier to ram her head into the wall than endure the monotony any longer.
Her phone cast a bluish glow over her face as she lazily scrolled through her messages, desperate for any distraction. Desk duty had been mind-numbingly dull, and even Kuvira’s brief appearances after dinner did little to break the monotony. Since Kuvira wasn’t assigned to desk duty, she came and went as she pleased, usually disappearing the moment boredom set in.
The sharp click of heels echoed from the entrance, briefly drawing Korra’s attention, though she didn’t bother to lift her eyes. Probably just another guest escaping the cold. She was ready to retreat back into her phone when Kuvira suddenly materialized beside her, leaning casually against the desk with an air of amusement.
“Fucking hell,” Kuvira muttered under her breath, her voice low and tinged with disbelief.
Korra blinked, lowering her phone. “What?”
Kuvira’s eyes darted toward the entrance, her expression half-amused and half-shocked. “Omegas, heads up,” she said, nodding subtly in the direction of the doorway.
Korra followed her gaze, and her stomach dropped. Two omegas had just walked in, the kind who practically radiated wealth and confidence. The taller one had long, dark hair that cascaded over her shoulders, her red coat tailored to perfection and her heeled boots clicking softly against the tile floor. Beside her, a shorter woman with a pixie cut and a bright scarf glanced around with a curious but cheerful demeanor.
“Ugh,” Korra muttered, sitting up straighter in her chair. “Just when I thought my night couldn’t get any worse.”
Kuvira smirked, crossing her arms as she leaned in closer. “Or mine any better. If we’re lucky.”
“We’re on the clock,” Korra shot back, though her gaze lingered on the taller omega a moment longer than she intended. Kuvira always had a way of commanding attention, and Korra hated how it made her unconsciously straighten, her shoulders squaring as if to match her counterpart’s confidence. There was an effortless poise about Kuvira—a self-assuredness that was as magnetic as it was mildly irritating.
“When has that ever stopped me?” Kuvira teased, nudging her lightly with an elbow. “Better slap on that customer service smile. Looks like they’re headed this way.”
Korra followed Kuvira’s gaze as two figures approached the desk. The taller of the pair let her eyes flick briefly between the two alphas before they settled on Korra, her gaze lingering as if she were sizing her up. A polite smile graced her striking features, softening the intensity of her presence.
“Good evening,” the woman said, her voice smooth and warm, like honey with a faint edge. “We’re here to check in.”
“Of course,” Korra replied evenly, unfazed, though she noticed Kuvira had gone unusually quiet, her attention locked onto the smaller omega at the taller woman’s side. “Welcome to Winter Crest Resort. Names, please?”
The smaller omega chimed in brightly, “Asami Sato and Opal Beifong.”
Korra froze, the names ringing in her ears. Her expression remained neutral, practiced and professional, but her thoughts raced. Asami Sato. The name struck a familiar chord, though she couldn’t immediately place why. Still, something about the woman’s presence—her composure, her magnetism—felt significant in a way she couldn’t ignore.
Brushing off the thought, Korra slipped into her routine, calmly explaining the resort’s ski perks and rules as she would with any other guest. But she couldn’t quite ignore the way the taller omega tilted her head slightly, her piercing gaze lingering on Korra like she was trying to unravel a mystery. It was both unsettling—and annoyingly intriguing.
“Could you show us to our suite?” Asami’s voice was smooth and confident, her gaze steady and unwavering as it settled on Korra. The shift in the air was subtle but unmistakable—the omega’s inviting pheromones curling around Korra like a velvet tether, seductive and unrelenting.
Korra’s jaw tightened, the muscle ticking under her skin as she fought the urge to roll her eyes. ‘ Forward, aren’t we?’ she thought, feigning indifference to the blatant display. But the subtle heat prickling at the back of her neck betrayed her, more than she cared to admit.
“Kuvira here would love to show you to your suite,” Korra said, her voice cool and clipped as she flashed a tight, pointed smile. She resisted the urge to bare her teeth in a visible snarl at the omega’s boldness. Instead, her canines caught the light just enough to add an edge to her words—a subtle, deliberate reminder that she wasn’t one to be easily swayed by entitlement behavior.
Asami’s poised expression faltered for just a moment, a flicker of surprise in her emerald eyes at Korra’s refusal.
Kuvira whipped her head around to Korra, clearly caught off guard. “What—” she started, but before she could finish, Korra shoved the room key and paperwork into her chest with more force than necessary.
“To their suite,” Korra said through clenched teeth, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Kuvira blinked, then reluctantly turned to the guests with a professional smile. Korra barely spared them another glance before addressing the pair with a curt, “Have a nice stay, ladies,” and turning back to her desk, effectively ending the interaction.
As Kuvira led them away, Asami cast a glance over her shoulder, her curiosity about the aloof alpha clearly piqued. Korra, however, kept her eyes firmly on her phone, determined to ignore the lingering pull of Asami’s presence.
Kuvira opened the door to their suite with a practiced smile, stepping aside to let Opal and Asami enter. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call down to the desk. Korra will be there all evening,” she said smoothly, her tone polite but carrying a subtle undercurrent of something lighter, almost playful, as her gaze flicked briefly to Opal.
“Thank you,” Opal replied warmly, her smile genuine as she stepped into the suite. Asami followed, her composure as polished as ever, though a flicker of curiosity danced in her eyes. Kuvira lingered for a moment, her hand resting on the doorframe as if debating whether to say more. In the end, she simply nodded once and stepped away, the door clicking shut behind her.
The silence stretched for a moment before Opal turned to Asami, a sly smirk tugging at her lips. “This place is amazing. Honestly, they should advertise the alphas that work here. I’m starting to wonder if this is a ski resort or an omega’s paradise,” she teased, leaning casually against the back of the couch.
Asami arched an eyebrow, her expression skeptical as she set her bag down on the armchair. “Please don’t tell me you’re already planning to flirt your way through this trip.”
Opal shrugged with a grin. “Why not? Kuvira was practically undressing me with her eyes. And you…” She gestured toward Asami with a knowing look. “You’ve got to admit, Korra was… different.”
Asami shot her a pointed glare, her tone sharp. “I’m not interested.”
Opal laughed, tilting her head with an amused grin. “Oh, come on. The entire lobby was practically swimming in your pheromones the second you saw her. Admit it—you’re at least curious.”
Asami’s lips quirked into a faint smile as she shot her a sidelong glance. “It’s refreshing, actually,” she said, though her tone carried a sharpness that hinted at annoyance. “Most alphas fall over themselves at the first whiff of my pheromones. But her? Nothing. She acted like I wasn’t even there.”
Opal chuckled, crossing her arms. “You sound more annoyed than refreshed.”
“I’m not annoyed,” Asami huffed, brushing past Opal to inspect the suite’s fireplace. Her movements, however, were clipped, betraying her frustration. “She’s just… rude. Did you see that smile? All teeth. It was like she was trying to intimidate me.”
“Maybe she was,” Opal said with a shrug. “Not every alpha is impressed by status or… well, everything else you bring to the table.”
Asami’s gaze snapped to her friend, an eyebrow arching in mock offense. “And what exactly is that supposed to mean?”
“Only that you’re used to being the center of attention, getting everything you want,” Opal teased, her grin widening. “And she didn’t give you the time of day. Admit it, you’re intrigued.”
“I am not—” Asami began, but the words caught in her throat. She exhaled, running a hand through her hair. “Okay, maybe a little. It’s just… unusual.”
Opal laughed. “Unusual is one word for it. I think it’s hilarious. You should’ve seen Kuvira’s face when Korra handed her the keys. She looked like she’d just been told to clean the stables.”
Asami allowed herself a small chuckle at that, shaking her head. “Kuvira seems… interesting.”
“Oh, she’s definitely interesting,” Opal said, her tone light and teasing. “And she’s handsome, too.”
Asami arched an eyebrow, giving her a pointed look. “Already making plans, are we?”
Opal shrugged, completely unabashed. “Why not? She’s clearly got her eye on me.”
“Subtlety isn’t her strong suit,” Asami said with a smirk. “But you should be careful. A place like this attracts a lot of high rollers. I doubt you’re the only omega she’s stringing along.”
“Maybe,” Opal admitted with a casual shrug. “But sometimes a little fun is worth the risk.” Her gaze softened as she looked at Asami. “And what about you? Are you really going to spend the rest of the trip pretending you’re not curious about Korra?”
Asami scoffed, crossing her arms tightly across her chest. “She’s just an alpha working the front desk at a resort. There’s nothing to be curious about. Besides, there are plenty of alphas waiting for me back home.”
Opal tilted her head, a knowing smirk playing on her lips as she studied Asami. “If you say so,” she said, dragging out the words with deliberate skepticism. “But something tells me you’re not quite done with her yet.”
“Let it go, Opal.” Asami rolled her eyes, turning toward the window to hide the faint smirk tugging at her lips. Despite herself, she couldn’t quite shake the memory of Korra’s sharp smile—or the way it had made her pulse quicken.