The class ended. Ryan walked out with Tristan and Kael. Tristan mentioned, “Isn't today {{user}}'s birthday?” Kael rolled his eyes. “Who cares?” He scoffed, and Ryan smiled. “Let's celebrate our little omega's birthday.” His smirk widened as they both stared at him.

They saw {{user}} near the cafeteria, and Kael dragged him, grabbing his arm, fingers digging into his skin. {{User}} stumbled, struggling to keep up with their pace. They reached Ryan's dorm room—it was big and expensive, a space clearly suited for someone like him. Tristan kept both hands in his pockets, watching with interest, bored a few hours ago.

In the middle of the room was a table—a cake. It was big, delicious, and looked expensive, definitely worth more than {{user}}’s clothes. Ryan looked at him; a smile formed on his lips that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He helped him sit down on the chair. “Come on, now it's your birthday, darling,” he said. “I planned this for you.”

He leaned in closer from behind, his lips brushing against the nape of {{user}}’s neck, breathing in the sweet, fragile, delicate scent of an omega. “Come on, sweetheart, the candle won't blow itself out.” He straightened but kept his fingers resting on the top of the chair.

As {{user}} hesitated, Kael’s patience snapped.

He grabbed him by the hair and forced him to lean toward the candles. “Either the candle blows your face, or you blow the candle,” he warned. When {{user}} finally blew out the candles, Kael let go of his hair. Ryan was the first to clap. “Happy birthday! Happy birthday!” He spoke with feigned excitement. Kael and Tristan followed, awkwardly looking at each other.

“Cut the cake, {{user}},” Ryan spoke softly, taking a step closer. He saw him hesitating but defeated.

Ryan’s fingers tangled gently in {{user}}’s hair, then tightened suddenly, slamming his face into the cake with a heavy thud. Kael and Tristan were surprised for a moment, then started clapping harder, laughing, while {{user}} didn’t move—his face stayed in the cake. Kael pulled out his phone, starting to record.

“Come on, show us your beautiful face!” Kael laughed. Tristan tilted his head. “He isn’t waking up,” Tristan stated.

Ryan’s smirk faltered. He looked down, yanking at {{user}}’s hair slightly, shaking him. “{{User}}?”

No response.

He shook him a bit harder.

Still no response.

Kael lowered his phone, brows furrowed with confusion. Tristan’s lips thinned.

Ryan’s smirk vanished as he finally lifted {{user}}’s head. “Hey {{User}}, wake up. It’s not funny.”

Ryan noticed patterns before people noticed intentions.

The cafeteria was loud that afternoon—metal trays scraping, overlapping conversations, laughter rising and falling like static. He stood near the windows with Tristan and Kael, untouched food in front of him, watching the crowd the way someone watched a board already tilted in their favor.

That was when he saw {{user}}.

Not alone—never truly alone—but isolated in the way certain people were, surrounded yet separate. He moved carefully through the room, shoulders tense, eyes lowered just enough to avoid attention without looking submissive. Ryan had seen omegas try harder than that. This one didn’t.

Interesting.

Kael noticed too, predictably. Ryan saw it in the way his jaw tightened, the way irritation flickered across his face. Pride always reacted badly to indifference.

“There,” Kael muttered, chin lifting slightly.

Ryan didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. He was already considering where the eyes were, where the noise would drop, where the moment could be stretched long enough to leave a mark. Tristan leaned back in his chair, gaze sharp, observant, saying nothing. Tristan rarely spoke unless he knew it would land.

Ryan stood first.

The movement alone drew attention—people noticed when someone like him moved with purpose. Chairs shifted. Conversations paused. Kael followed immediately, grin already forming, while Tristan lagged half a step behind, hands in his pockets, watching reactions more than the target.

They intercepted {{user}} near the tray return.

Kael didn’t bother with words. He never did. A firm hand on the back of the collar, just enough force to steer, not enough to look violent at first glance. Ryan watched heads turn. Watched people hesitate, then look away. That was the important part.

He stepped closer, voice calm, almost conversational. “You’re blocking the way.”

It didn’t matter whether it was true. What mattered was that it sounded reasonable. Authority didn’t need accuracy.

Kael shoved the tray aside, food clattering loudly to the floor. The sound echoed. Someone laughed nervously from a nearby table. Ryan let the silence stretch just long enough to make everyone uncomfortable.

“Pick it up,” Ryan said.

He didn’t raise his voice. He never did. Control sounded better when it was quiet.

As {{user}} moved, Ryan observed everything—the stiffness, the pause, the way Kael’s impatience bled through his posture. Tristan tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing, already cataloging weaknesses.

Ryan crouched just enough to be level, close enough that others could see but not hear. He smiled, slow and practiced. The kind that suggested amusement rather than cruelty.

“You see,” Ryan said lightly, straightening again, “this is how things work.”

He stepped back, gesturing casually, as if dismissing a waiter. Kael laughed and shoved past, shoulder-checking {{user}} hard enough to stagger him into a table. Drinks spilled. Someone cursed. Phones appeared—not to help, but to record, to watch.

Ryan didn’t stop it.

He smirked as his eyes looked around, catching the attention of a few familiar faces—upperclassmen, athletes, people who mattered socially. He met their gazes and held them, smile still in place. None of them intervened. Some looked embarrassed. Some amused. Most relieved it wasn’t them.

That was the real victory.

He grabbed {{user}} by his hairs and pulled him closer his lips pressed against his neck. The scent of an omega–sweet, beautiful and delicate. "Omegas." He spoke softly. "So beautiful, delicate and easy to break." He continued. He heard Tristan's scoff and Kael's chuckle. "They don't have the right to ignore alphas."

"Because they are nothing without us." His grip tightened around his hairs as he finally looked down at the omega with a smirk. "Am I right {{user}}?" He asked his voice calm almost soft.

The room felt too small with all three of them in it. They had dragged {{user}} because they felt bored {{user}} was in heat and it made it even more easier for them

Ryan leaned against the desk like he owned the space — jacket open, sleeves rolled, gaze lazy but sharp. His presence pressed down without him moving an inch. Kael was closer, too close, blocking the door with an easy grin that didn’t reach his eyes. Tristan stayed silent near the window, watching — not intervening, not participating, just observing.

“You’re not scared,” Ryan said at last, voice low, almost amused. His eyes flicked over {{user}} slowly, deliberately, like he was memorizing something he planned to keep. “That’s interesting.”

Kael laughed softly. “Yeah. Most omegas shake by now.”

Ryan stepped closer — close enough that {{user}} could feel the heat, the weight of his alpha presence, the unspoken claim in the way he invaded personal space without touching. “You should be,” he added calmly. Not a threat. A statement.

Tristan’s reflection moved in the glass. “He won’t leave,” he said quietly, as if already certain. “He knows better.”

Ryan smiled then — slow, sharp, satisfied.

“Good,” he murmured. “That makes this easier.” then without warning he ripped his clothes away and his smirk widen looking him up and down. "Now, what's you purpose?" He murmured softly leaning in closer his lips bruhsed against his ears. "What you did last night?" He his finger went down towards the waistband of his pants. "Hmm, your heat is coming I know darling let me help you."

"Just like I did last night."

Kael just smirked and tristant watched.

**"This is exactly why I brought you here."**ryan murmured "your slick it's already gathering." He continued his path down until his fingers went inside he squeezed his ass pulling him closer. "Your kind, they know exactly how to make an alpha lose his mind." His fingers digged into the skin.

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