All Chapters of The Omega Prince Of The Elite University : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

The CrestI kept my head down and walked straight toward the scholarship desk.The administration hall smelled of polished wood, old paper, and the kind of expensive cologne that clung to people who never worried about money. Students moved around me in loose clusters, laughing too loudly, comparing class schedules, already claiming space like they belonged here. I didn’t. I only needed the packet, the room key, and a quiet exit before anyone looked too closely.My scholarship forms listed a different last name. A safer one. I had practiced the signature until it looked natural. I had checked the suppressant dose twice that morning. Everything was supposed to be ordinary.I was three steps from the counter when a man in a black suit stepped into my path.“Leo Ashford,” he said.My real name. Not the one on the forms.I stopped. The noise of the hall dropped away under the sudden quiet in my ears. My fingers curled once at my side and then went still. I did not look around to see if an

The ElevatorThe suppressants failed in the middle of the hallway.Heat surged under my skin without warning, sharp and unmistakable. My steps faltered for half a second before I forced them steady again. I did not look back. I already knew Cassian had noticed. His scent pressed closer from behind—winter, steel, and that darker note that made the base of my throat tighten.Students moved around us in ordinary clusters, still laughing, still comparing schedules. None of them knew what had just broken open inside my body. I kept my head down and my pace even, the sealed letter pressed hard against my side. Every instinct told me to get distance, find a bathroom, re-dose, disappear. The university was full of cameras and open spaces. There was nowhere clean to run.Cassian’s voice reached me without effort.“You are leaking.”I did not answer. I turned at the next junction, choosing the narrower service corridor that led toward the older elevators. Fewer students used this route. The air

The Claiming WindowI left the lecture hall with the letter still sealed and the three sets of documents burned into my memory.Identical crests. My real name in clean black type. A formal interest petition already stamped with the Grand Master’s authority. And the quiet certainty that one of the three Alphas in that room had lied to my face.The restricted corridor felt longer on the way out. Darius walked slightly ahead, Cassian slightly behind, Elias carrying the folder under one arm like it weighed nothing. None of them spoke. The temporary mark on my wrist still carried Darius’s smoke-and-cedar scent. Cassian’s winter-steel clung to my clothes from the earlier corridor. Elias’s colder rain-and-ink note lingered in the air between us. Three layers of possession I had not agreed to.I wanted the nearest exit. I wanted a bathroom with a lock, a fresh dose of suppressants, and enough distance to think. The scholarship packet no longer mattered. The university no longer felt like a p