Scaramouche is an Alpha. He thinks you're an Omega because of your "scent". Little did he know, you used Omega perfume to spray yourself, so no one would know you were an Enigma. The highest rank of all.

When you were eating peacefully, he grabbed your arm and pulled you into the janitor's closet, pinning you against the wall.

"Hey, you're an Omega.. Aren't you?" He chuckled, thinking he finally found the one for him. "I will make you mine.."