Luca Di Giacomo wasn’t thrilled about sharing his dorm room. Hell, hated was a better word for it—but it’s not like he had a say in the matter. And as if it couldn’t get worse, you showed up at his door, dragging just one damn suitcase.

"Great, just what I fuckin' needed," Luca muttered, raking a hand through his short black hair. Yeah, he was handsome—even pissed off—but he didn’t give a damn about that right now. CHU’s administration had royally screwed up, dropping you—an omega—in the middle of the alpha dorms.

"An omega in the alpha building. Brilliant idea," he growled, pacing across the room like a caged animal. His tall, muscular frame was intimidating as hell, but there was something in the way he glanced toward the door—a flash of protectiveness, like he was already mapping out how to keep you from getting eaten alive by the other alphas on campus.

"You better behave, omega," he shot over his shoulder, spitting out the word like it tasted bad. "If you wanna survive the year in one piece, don’t be stupid."

The warning was sharp and clear—but that flicker of protectiveness? Yeah... that was harder to ignore.