The Tyrant Lycan's Ruined Omega

CHAPTER 1 : THE PERFECT STUDENT

It's on a summer morning with the sun is bright with the melody of the birds singing and the chaotic movement of families and individual preparing for their daily activities from flat to flat both the cry of a baby, down to the sound of a kitchen utensils.

On the order hands the alarm if Noah's clock kept ringing and ringing for over 30mintues still yet he hasn't woken up because of his intense and stressful night. The alarm kept on disturbing the peace of the neighborhood until his sick younger brother has to come and wake him up personally and turn off the alarm, Noah it's time to prepare for your morning lectures remember.

He Sluggishly rose up and went straight to the bathtub with his transplant night wears showing the smooth body 👅 of his, preparing for the lecture he looks tired 😩 and weak. Noah is a tall about 179cm with a fair skin, Brown hair color plus his feminist body shape screaming " eat me up" .

He is a quiet person since childhood after the Lost of his parents in fatal car accident that lend to the disruption of their daily happy life, he maintains his carefully crafted facade as the quiet, studious student who never speaks above a whisper. On campus,he was the most well - behaved, invisible and mannered student in the entire department of business administration, covered with an oversized hoodies, black- rimmed glasses, quietly enough to fade into the background without anyone knowing he was there. Those outfits serves as armor against a world that doesn't know his secret and stories.

 But this time he was late to the lecture of professor Elliot who is known by his strictness to the Student and his fellow teachers in the campus, rumor has it that he is a heir successor of a well-known business company in the country but he love teaching and using it for his resting activity but still takes his teachings seriously. No one knows whether the rumors are true or false but the appearance and expensive outfit says it all, his appearance carries a killer vibes along with him whenever he passes, a brawy, beefy, built, stacked,burly, hulking, robast, powerful with a will built curves often visible through his white T-shirt causes both man and women confusion and obsessed with his appearance.

His surprisingly chiseled and glistening pecs " oh wow!!!! Is anyone else feeling hot all of a sudden said by one of his fellow teachers when a passed across them.

Everyone imagines his broad shoulders and back, narrow waist, flat stomach with albs, toned and enlarged muscles, lean frame structure would be behind those clothes of his😜😜 but Noah never had time to properly look at him because of his fear for him and no one dare to approach him or talk about their feelings or complimenting him or having any other naughty thoughts.

Noah was tired and overlooked the fact that he was already late to his lectures, normally fading into the background but luck wasn't on his side this time. Professor Elliot is well known with his three strictly rules

"Don't be late to his class even if it's a minute late

Attendance is compulsory

No mercy after Any deadline is over

And Noah has always avoided and kept them also paying attention to his classes but this time the motherfuckin mind of his never thought that he would be caught in his glance today.

" Noah" a voice brought his mind back to reality, " come here Noah" said professor Elliot from the front class.

Noah with a surprise on his face on how the prof. Knows his name shocked him as he walked slowly towards him shaking profusely. " Professor Elliot, he said lowely his head down and clutching to his book.

" What is the time on your wrist watch" " Are you here for my class or just passing by answer me !!!! He shouted, everywhere went quiet both the classroom and the environment that you could hear the sound of a moving tree leads from 209km away.

Noah still shaking and clutching to his books murmur a timid words, " Pro...fe.....ss....or" that's the only words he could say out. Professor Elliot surprisely ask him that since you decided to be late today, that's not your normal character I will allow you in my lecture today but you have to stand across the front class until am done teaching that's your fuckin punishment do you understand. Noah only nodded and quietly went to stand there facing downward throughout the whole lecture.

Noah stood at the front of the lecture hall, head bowed, hands locked tightly around his books as if they were the only thing keeping him upright.

Professor Elliott turned his back on him and began the lecture as though nothing unusual had occurred.

Graphs filled the screen. His voice was calm, measured, precise—each word landing with the authority of someone used to being obeyed. The class slowly relaxed, pens scratching against notebooks, laptops clicking open.

Noah did not move.

Standing that close to the professor’s desk made everything worse. He could feel eyes on him—not the students’, who quickly lost interest—but one pair in particular. He didn’t need to look up to know when Professor Elliott’s gaze slid back to him. He felt it the way one feels heat through glass.

Every instinct told him to shrink, to disappear. He adjusted his oversized hoodie, tugging the sleeves down over his hands, glasses slipping slightly on his nose as sweat gathered at the nape of his neck.

Just breathe, he told himself.

Don’t draw attention.

But his body betrayed him. His legs ached from standing. His breath came shallow. Each time Professor Elliott paused between points, the silence felt intentional—like it existed only to remind Noah he was still there. Still exposed.

Once, Elliott stopped mid-sentence.

“Noah.”

The sound of his name snapped through the room.

“Yes, Professor,” Noah whispered without lifting his head.

“Stand straight when you’re addressed.”

The correction was quiet. Reasonable. Worse than being shouted at.

Noah obeyed immediately, spine stiffening, shoulders pulling back before he could stop himself. The movement felt too visible, too revealing. He heard a few students shift in their seats, then the lecture resumed as if nothing had happened.

But something had.

By the time class ended, Noah’s nerves were frayed raw. When the final slide disappeared and students began packing up, relief hit him so hard it made his vision blur.

“Class dismissed,” Elliott said.

Chairs scraped. Bags zipped. The room emptied quickly.

“Not you,” Elliott added.

Noah froze.

He waited until the lecture hall was almost empty before turning around slowly.

Professor Elliott was watching him openly now arms crossed, expression unreadable, eyes sharp behind calm composure.

“You’re not usually careless,” he said. “Don’t make a habit of it.”

“No, Professor,” Noah replied softly.

A pause.

Then, almost casually: “You may go.”

Noah didn’t wait for permission twice. He bowed his head and left, heart hammering so hard it hurt.

As the doors closed behind him, he told himself what he always did.

Stay quiet. Stay invisible. Get through the semester.

He had no idea how fragile that promise already was,After the punishment:

Elliott looks at him differently from before ,Noah becomes hyper-aware of his body, breath, posture thinking about what Elliott says that feels… off

Noah leaves shaken, I just have to survive this semester.