All Chapters of MY BULLY PRESIDENT: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The Blackout Protocol was a surgical strike on the Academy’s network, but it was minutes too late. In the age of neural-links and private cloud-bursts, a secret doesn't just travel—it infects. The high-resolution images of the President and his subordinate in the library didn't just appear on screens; they became the only thing anyone could talk about. The carefully constructed myth of the President —a cold, untouchable machine of Beaumont lineage—had been shattered. In its place was something the student body found far more scandalous: a man who was vulnerable. As Lucian and Thalynn stood in the center of the Command Hub, the silence was no longer respectful. It was the heavy, buzzing silence of a hive preparing to sting. Every Alpha in the room was looking at them, their eyes darting between the massive, frozen display and the two men on the dais. "Look at them," a voice whispered from the back of the room, amplified by

The Command Hub was no longer a place of strategy; it was a crime scene. Under the Senator's direct "Emergency Decree," the Arbitrators had seized the Spire. "Lucian, no!" Thalynn’s voice was a raw, jagged sound that echoed through the cold corridors. He was being dragged by two High-Council Arbitrators, his feet barely touching the floor. Behind them, Lucian was pinned against the wall by four Senatorial Guards, a suppression field humming around his neck to neutralize his Alpha pheromones. "Don't touch him!" Lucian roared, his muscles straining against the guards with a ferocity that made the metal floor creak. "Alistair, if you do this, I will burn everything you've built!" The Senator walked calmly beside the procession, his face a mask of cold, surgical indifference. "I am not 'doing' anything, Lucian. I am merely verifying the integrity of my Co-Director. If he is an Alpha, he has nothing to fear f

The broadcast had ended, but the silence that followed was more violent than the noise. The Academy had been decapitated. In a single hour, the President had been reduced to a political prisoner, and his Omega had been reclassified as state property. The Spire was no longer a home; it was a cage. Thalynn was no longer on the open examination table. Following the exposure, he had been moved to the High-Security Isolation Ward in the sub-basement of the infirmary. The room was a concrete cube, devoid of windows, furniture, or any personal effects. The walls were lined with Pheromonal Suppressant Emitters, which hissed a constant, odorless mist into the air. It was designed to dull an Omega’s senses, stripping away their intuition and their connection to their Alpha. For Thalynn, who was permanently bonded, the effect was like having his soul slowly scraped out with a dull knife. He sat in the corner,

The Ghost-Net had led Lucian to the heart of the infirmary, but the world he emerged into was a war zone. The revelation of a Caste-Fraud hadn't just angered the students; it had ignited a primal, chaotic fury. The Academy was no longer a school; it was a riot. Groups of Alphas, fueled by the Senator’s rhetoric of "purity," had broken through the security cordons. They weren't looking for justice—they were looking for the Omega who had fooled them. They wanted to tear down the door to Cell 0-1 and reclaim the "honor" of their caste. The hallway leading to the High-Security Isolation Ward was a narrow, sterile corridor of reinforced steel. At the far end lay Thalynn, trapped and chemically suppressed. The mob rounded the corner—fifty senior Cadets, led by Kael, armed with training batons and stolen security prods. They stopped short when they saw the figure standing in the center of the hall. Lucian was n

As Lucian and Thalynn stood at the threshold of the Command Hub—one a bloodied titan, the other a radiant, unmasked Omega—the Academy became a microcosm of a world in upheaval. The Unified Front of the student body didn't just break; it shattered into three distinct factions, each viewing the spectacle through the lens of their own ambition, fear, and prejudice. For a significant portion of the lower-tier Alphas and the overlooked Betas, the sight of Thalynn walking unsuppressed was a revelation. They had spent years under the heel of the Bully Alpha President, fearing the cold efficiency of his Co-director. Seeing that the most brilliant mind in the Academy was an Omega—a caste they were taught was intellectually inferior—systematically dismantled their world-view. "If an Omega can run the Janus Grid, what have we been fighting for?" A group of tactical analysts began to lower their weapons. They didn't