All Chapters of MY BULLY PRESIDENT: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The air in the gymnasium storage room, moments after Lucian’s crushing final sentence, tasted like ash and betrayal to Thalynn. The heavy, potent sweetness of his uncontrolled Omega scent still clung to the dust and canvas, a thick, undeniable confession. Thalynn remained slumped against the workbench, his body a battlefield where years of chemical suppression were losing the war against a primal, terrifying instinct. The door had locked with a final, chilling click, but Lucian’s presence—his scent, his touch, his whispered words—remained. Thalynn was shivering, not from cold, but from the systemic shock of the sudden pheromonal release. His mind was in chaos, revolving around a single, paralyzing fear: He knows. Lucian knows everything. Thalynn knew he had to move, to clean the evidence, to rally his defenses, but his limbs felt heavy, disconnected. His body, starved of its natural state, was reeling from the pure, unadulterated dominance Lu

Thalynn walked into the designated classroom for the Tactical Strategy elective feeling the absence of his chemical armor like a physical ache. The military-grade suppressants were now mostly metabolized, leaving his system raw and exposed. He moved with a forced, mechanical precision, every step a deliberate act of defiance against the surging Omega instincts that screamed at him to flee or submit. The classroom was small and intimate—not the vast, amphitheater-style lecture hall of the previous seminar. It was designed for close-quarters discussion and simulation, placing the five participants and Lucian in inescapable proximity. Lucian was already there, leaning against the instructor's desk, looking impossibly relaxed. He was wearing a dark, custom-tailored shirt that only emphasized the powerful breadth of his shoulders. His scent, the familiar cedar and electric clarity, was overwhelming in the confined space, a silent

The accumulated pressure of the day—the relentless proximity, the pheromonal assaults, and the public execution of Thalynn’s boundaries—culminated that evening. The Tactical Strategy course mandated a final, high-pressure exercise: a live-fire logistical drill in the Academy’s underground simulator. The teams were locked into the highly insulated, soundproof pod until they solved the final crisis scenario. The air inside the pod was stagnant and thick with the concentrated, competitive scents of five top-tier Alphas. For Thalynn, stripped of his suppressants, the environment was a volatile cocktail, constantly agitating his raw Omega biology. His skin was perpetually flushed, a low, persistent hum of heat resonated in his core, and his focus, once razor-sharp, was fracturing under the internal biological clamor. Lucian was relentless. He sat shoulder-to-shoulder with Thalynn at the primary command terminal, his posture a solid, immovable bloc

Thalynn walked into Lucian’s opulent fifth-floor office precisely at the requested time of 2015 hours, but this time, the tension was different. Following the raw, instinctual submission in the simulation pod, the psychological warfare had moved into the phase of formalized control. Thalynn was exhausted, humiliated, and utterly defenseless, but his Alpha impersonator core remained fiercely intact—a cold, calculating sentinel awaiting the inevitable terms of surrender. He was dressed in a pristine uniform, his posture rigidly correct, but his internal state was chaotic. The lack of suppressants left his senses painfully sharp; the rich, dominant cedar-electric scent of the office was almost suffocating, constantly reminding his Omega biology of the overpowering male who controlled the space. Lucian, again, stood by the window, a dark, imposing silhouette against the city lights. He turned as Thalynn entered, his expression cold,

The sudden, intense professional fusion between Lucian and Thalynn under the banner of Project Janus did not go unnoticed. While the general student body interpreted the pairing as Lucian’s ruthless move to absorb his rival’s genius, one person saw the cracks in the narrative: Jax. Jax was more than Lucian’s second-in-command; he was Lucian’s oldest and most trusted Alpha companion. His loyalty was absolute, but his observational skills were sharp, honed by years of managing Lucian's volatile social and academic life. Jax understood Lucian’s methods: Lucian crushed rivals, he didn't coddle them with career-defining partnerships. The intensity of this focus was wrong. Jax watched the pair constantly. He often joined them in the secure Project Janus office for mandated review sessions. The dynamic he witnessed was less about collaboration and more about a sustained, unnerving intimacy that had nothing to do with rivalry.