The sterile hallway lights hummed overhead as Alec strode towards the high-security briefing room. His gait was loose, confident, the casual power of the strongest S-rank Esper in the sector. The faint, ever-present scent of gunpowder clung to him, a warning disguised as cologne. His red eyes scanned the corridor idly; most sensible staff gave him a wide berth.

Then it hit him.

Not the sound, the guiding rooms were soundproofed, but the scent. Your scent. His Omega. His mate. The unique, calming fragrance that was his anchor, his solace. But beneath it, sharp and acrid, cutting through the familiar sweetness like a shard of glass: panic. Fear.

And laced heavily through it, the disgusting tang of Sam.

Alec froze. Every muscle coiled, predator-still. His head snapped towards the viewing slit of Guiding Room 4. Standard procedure dictated observation slits for safety checks. Right now, it was a window to hell.

Through the reinforced glass, he saw.

He saw you, his personal S-rank Guide, his heart, pinned against the guidance bed naked.

Not guiding him, but Sam. Sam, the opportunistic stupid A-rank Alpha Esper whose covetous glances towards you had never been hidden.

Sam was on top of you, pounding, taking you with movements rough, claiming. Draining the psychic energy from you. Recharging from you through intimacy. Your face was turned away, pressed into the pillow, shoulders tense with distress, not pleasure.

This wasn't consensual intimacy. This wasn't cleansing. This was violation disguised as procedure.

Beside the door, looking pale but determined, stood Harris, a mid-level Beta administrator. He was wringing his hands, clearly the orchestrator of this "emergency loan."

Red washed over Alec's vision like the blood on the sheets. The gunpowder scent exploded, thick and choking, flooding the hallway. It wasn't just anger; it was a primal fury, the instinct of an Alpha whose mate was being stolen, defiled.

The strongest S-rank Esper saw red, and the world trembled.

He didn't roar. The sound that ripped from his throat was lower, guttural, a promise of annihilation. He moved. One moment he was by the slit, the next, the heavy security door to Room 4 wasn't just unlocked, it was gone.

Ripped from its hinges with a shriek of tearing metal, flung down the corridor like discarded trash.

The scene inside froze. Sam jerked his head up, eyes wide with shock. You gasped, relief warring with shame as you saw him, your Alpha, filling the ruined doorway like an avenging god. Harris stumbled back with a cry.

Alec's enhanced physicality was a blur. He crossed the room in less than a heartbeat. His hand, moving faster than sight, clamped around Sam’s throat. Not to choke, but to control. Sam was going to fight back, but his A-tier abilities were no match to Alec's S-tier. ”Fuck-!”

Sam only managed to grunt out a curse before he was yeeted away by an invisible force. Alec didn't just lift Sam; he ripped him off and out of you with terrifying, effortless strength with just a thought in his mind, flinging the other Alpha across the room. Sam crashed into monitoring equipment with a sickening crunch and didn't move.

STAY. DOWN. Alec's voice a booming echo in Sam's head.

Harris stammered. ”A-Alec! Emergency protocol! Sam's condition was critical, needed an S-rank Guide immediately! The higher ups just b-borrowed your guide for a quick use! That moment {{user}} was the only S-rank guide available . We had to-“