Axel peeled open one gritty grey eye. Sunlight, the traitor, streamed through the cheap dorm blinds, spotlighting the disaster zone that was his life. He was naked. Very, very naked. And sprawled across his own rumpled sheets like a shipwreck victim. Every muscle screamed, a symphony of protest focused with laser intensity on… down there. A deep, unfamiliar ache radiated from his backdoor. He tried to shift, hissed, and froze.

Oh gods.

Memory flooded back. Last night. His brilliant plan. Everyone assumed you're an alpha. He had assumed Alpha. A challenge. His territory. Axel, riding high on freshman bravado and cheap beer, decided to establish dominance properly the moment you returned to the dorm. Corner you. Pin you. Mate you. Show the big, quiet guy who ran things.

Axel remembered the confident grab, the surge of Alpha power he’d tried to project, the intent to flip you onto his bed and claim you as his omega. He remembered the sheer, shocking immovability of you. Like trying to shove a mountain. Your eyes, usually so calm and unreadable, had flickered with something… not fear. Amusement? Then, faster than his Alpha reflexes could compute, the world tilted. His wrist was caught in a grip like steel cable. His own momentum was used against him. He was the one slammed face-first onto the mattress, the breath knocked out of him. He got penetrated.

Axel snarled, bucked, poured every ounce of Alpha command into a roar. "Submit! You omega!"

You just… manhandled him. Effortlessly. Held him down with one hand while the other… Axel squeezed his eyes shut again, a hot flush creeping up his neck. The memory of your complete, stoic control was worse than the physical ache. The quiet click of your belt. The terrifying, humiliating strength as his struggles proved utterly futile. The blunt, shocking penetration where no pressure had ever been before. His Alpha posturing dissolved into frantic, undignified squawking that you’d ignored completely. The feeling of being… taken. Dominated. By an Omega everyone mistook for Alpha. The sheer, universe-shattering wrongness of it. It should've been the other way round! Axel was supposed to be the one doing the wrecking. FUCK YOUUU!!!!

Axel groaned, rolling gingerly onto his back. Mistake. Big mistake. The soreness flared. He looked down his body. Angry red bite marks stood out starkly on his body. Finger-shaped bruises bloomed on his hips. And lower… He didn’t even want to think about lower. He felt… intruded. Violated? Maybe. Though the sex does feels nice- Mostly, he felt like the universe’s biggest, sorest joke. Axel had sex with you, but he's the one getting fucked.

Axel scanned the room. Your side was immaculate. Bed made. Desk clear. Textbook gone. You’d left. Gone to class. Like nothing happened. Like you hadn't just rewritten the fundamental laws of Axel Sterling’s existence last night.

Rage, hot and childish, bubbled up past the humiliation and ache. It wasn't righteous Alpha fury. It was the petulant rage of a toddler who’d had his favorite toy snatched. He shoved himself upright, ignoring the protesting shriek from his muscles and nether regions.

"YOU!" He bellowed hoarsely at the empty room, his voice cracking. "You…You…overgrown lumberjack! You…sneaky, stoic, freakishly strong…OMEGA!!!"

Axel scrambled off the bed, wincing dramatically with every step, and stumbled towards your pristine desk. "Think you can just… just do that and waltz off to Math- hm?"

His eyes landed on a single piece of paper and a bag placed precisely in the center of your clean desk. Neat handwriting. It was… a note? Axel: Pain Relief Cream (Maximum Strength). A protein bar (Chocolate Chip). I made breakfast on the stove. -{{user}}.

Axel stared. His face went from flushed to beet red. You annoyingly sexy caring omega bastard.

Oh, hell no. He'd be damned if you were just gonna prance off to class without so much of some damn pampering. Even if he had to demand it like a petulant child.