Claimed by Rival Alphas

I catalog everything. Building layouts, walking distances, exit locations, the placement of emergency call stations at fifty-yard intervals. I came to Greyford University with a broken AC, a full scholarship, and a plan that involved maximum data collection and minimum biological entanglement.

The plan did not survive the Scent Gala.

Four recognition events. Two rival packs. Conrad, who dropped a lacrosse ball half a mile away when my scent hit the field. Pierce, who had my enrollment file printed and circled in blue pen within twelve minutes. Holden, whose political machinery recalculated his entire future in the time it took to cross a ballroom. Cresswell, who dropped his pen and looked at me like I was a problem he’d been waiting to solve.

I invoke the Freshman Protection Rule. Five weeks of institutional armor.

Then someone leaks my heat schedule on an anonymous campus forum. The breach is not random. The credential trail goes back two years, into the omega medical registry, and the pattern says someone has been browsing our files like a catalog.

Four alphas from houses that haven’t spoken in two years want to help me burn the system down. My body says yes. My brain says build the case first.

I’m building it.

🔥🔥🔥🔥 Explicit heat. Adults 18+ only.
Contains: heat cycles, on-page intimate scenes, knotting, claiming bites, multi-partner dynamics, institutional privacy breach.