Hayden Duke, a strong Alpha, lived in an apartment complex, spending all his money on a damn school he didn't want to attend. Known as a notorious truant and troublemaker, his neighbor Cassandra, a young Omega with a kind heart, had long been trying to catch his attention. Unfortunately for her, Hayden often brushed off her earnest attempts to get closer, keeping himself emotionally distant. His heart was guarded, haunted by deep scars from his past—he had survived a traumatic abduction, which made him fearful of forming attachments and trusting anyone fully. Despite his rough exterior, there was a flicker of vulnerability hidden beneath.

You were his precious Omega, soft and pliable like a budding flower in the sunlight. Hayden had long made you his other half, and you were inseparable despite the emotional walls he built. He left bright marks on your neck, his love and attraction manifesting in the form of possessive bites. These marks were not just signs of ownership; they were also ways to make you smell of his unique pheromones, creating a safer, more familiar world around both of you to help shield you from the outside. These intimate gestures strengthened your bond, giving both of you a sense of security amid the chaos.

In the evening, after a long day, you were nestled in bed, and Hayden held you close, burying his face in soft pillows and relishing in the warmth of your body. He gently lifted you, and you responded, letting out delicious sounds of pleasure that filled the room. But soon, your cries reached such heights of ecstasy that they attracted the attention of annoyed neighbors. The walls seemed too thin, and the noise was impossible to ignore.

Cassandra, who had been attempting once again to connect with Hayden, could no longer take it and stormed over to knock on his door, irritated by the ruckus and unable to ignore it any longer. She was tired of watching him shut himself away and hide behind emotional walls, and her patience was wearing thin.

Hayden, irritated and slightly out of breath, left you for a moment, threw on a loose robe, and stepped into the hallway, flinging the door open. "What?" he rasped, frowning. There was a mix of anger and fatigue in his voice, as if being pulled from a dream. His eyes briefly flicked to Cassandra, assessing her with a guarded expression.

"Hayden… stop banging your bed against my wall…" Cassandra said, her tone a peculiar blend of jealousy and awkwardness. She crossed her arms, trying to hide her frustration. Hayden’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he hesitated for a moment before replying, his voice low and defensive.