All Chapters of MY BULLY PRESIDENT: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Later that afternoon, in the library, Thalynn found a sliver of peace. The main floor was busy, but he was tucked away in a remote section—the only student with the discipline to study obsolete legal codes. He was joined by Kyra, a Beta student who possessed a keen mind and an almost annoying sense of loyalty. Kyra was Thalynn's only reliable connection to sanity in the academy's relentless atmosphere. She was a haven of neutral, non-threatening Beta pheromones. "You look like you haven't slept in a week," Kyra whispered, sliding into the seat opposite him. "Did Lucian get to you again?" Thalynn kept his eyes on the dense legal text. "He demanded perfection on the lounge proposal. Nothing new." "He demands that from everyone, but he only pressures you," Kyra countered, stacking a pile of books on the table. "I swear, the tension between you two could power the entire campus. If you weren't both Alphas, I’d think he was tryi

The heightened awareness that had followed Lucian’s discovery—the chilling knowledge that the Academy President held his life in his palm—should have driven Thalynn’s adrenaline so high that his suppressants were practically irrelevant. Instead, the constant, low-level stress was having the opposite effect. It wasn't a sudden shock that threatened to break his control; it was the relentless, exhausting sustain of fear. He felt it as a deep, structural ache, not in his muscles, but in his very bones. His sleep was restless, plagued by fragmented, instinct-driven dreams he couldn’t recall, leaving him feeling less rested than before. He was surviving on pure willpower and caffeine, a lethal combination that frayed the edges of his meticulously constructed persona. The suppressants were designed to chemically neutralize the Omega pheromones, but they did nothing to mitigate the biological cycle itself. Thalynn’s body was a sophisticated machine,

The suppressants burned a cold, dull shield around Thalynn’s consciousness, but they couldn't extinguish the memory. It was his core programming, the foundation of the magnificent, terrifying lie he lived every single day. The memory was seven years old, fresh as if it were only seven minutes. He was eighteen then, still thin, still trembling occasionally, and smelling unmistakably of a developing, high-grade male Omega scent—sweet, potent, and utterly vulnerable in their world. He was standing in the doorway of their tiny, single-room apartment in Sector Beta-Nine, a neighborhood of muted aspirations and forgotten dreams, far from the gleaming towers of the Alpha elite. His mother, Mrs. Lee, stood by the rusted window, a frail silhouette against the polluted city light. Her scent was a gentle, soothing floral, the aroma of a classic, protected Omega, but laced with a constant, quiet thread of fear—the fear that came with ra

The isolation Thalynn had enforced on himself after his harsh exchange with Kyra lasted barely an hour before the cold, undeniable logic of his situation asserted itself: his life depended on the next dose. The forced pairing with Lucian for the Tactical Strategy course was a guaranteed breakdown of his chemical defenses. He would be in Lucian’s direct, inescapable Alpha aura for two weeks. The mere thought of that sustained proximity sent a wave of subtle, uncontrollable nausea through him. He needed a stronger antidote to the truth, immediately. He needed the highest-grade suppressants Dr. Aris could procure. The Academy had a strict curfew and a highly advanced security system that tracked all student movement using chipped ID cards and scent markers. Leaving the campus required a flawless plan, something that demanded mental focus Thalynn was rapidly losing. He fabricated a plausible cover: an emergency meeting with a mock

The Tactical Strategy elective began the next morning, but Lucian was unwilling to wait. The encounter in the bunker had been a calculated failure. Thalynn’s chemical defense—the utter neutrality of his scent and the alarming flatness of his emotional response—had pushed Lucian past intrigue and straight into aggressive compulsion. Lucian needed the truth, raw and unadulterated, before their two weeks of forced partnership began. He needed to break Thalynn’s shield. The ideal opportunity presented itself that evening. The Alpha Academy hosted a grueling evening regimen: a mandatory 'mental fortitude' session held immediately after dinner, designed to wear down the students' willpower. This left the sprawling campus facilities deserted and vulnerable to a discrete operation. Lucian tracked Thalynn through the Academy's monitoring system—a privilege of his presidential rank—noting Thalynn’s calculated move