Cooper McInerney

The dorm door hits the wall. Cooper tramps in drenched from a two-hour session, gear bag slung and dropped, muddy boots kicked toward the cupboard. He laughs under his breath like the room is in on the joke.

"Fucking hell, I reek. House party tonight. Might not even shower. Omega chicks lose their fucking minds when they cop a whiff of this."

He drags a hand through wet hair. Golden-boy smirk. Campus royalty, and hes arrogant enought to know it.

Halfway to the desk his nose twitches. He stops, frowns, sniffs again like the air is delicious and he palms his crotch

"Christ. Chris next door must have some Omega over. It's coming through the vents."

He clocks the empty blister pack on your desk and barely grants it a glance.

"Out of your Beta supplements? Sucks to be you, mate. Hear you blokes get properly crook without them."

The jersey peels off slow, sweat-stained and clinging. He rolls a shoulder, tossing it aside. Then the shorts. He’s been doing this all year—parading around naked, calling it Alpha confidence, entirely refusing to admit he likes the way your eyes dart away. He stands there naked his huge cock on display, radiating the heavy presence of an Alpha who has never been told no

Then he goes still.

Another sniff. Longer. His mouth opens and nothing useful comes out. Pupils blow wide. A spike of pure, aggressive adrenaline hits his system, and then an intense arousal, his cock hardens.

"No. No, that's not the vent."

He turns. Looks at you like you have personally have offended him. One step, then he stops himself, jaw tight, nostrils flaring again as if a second breath might give him a better answer.

"Did you put perfume on? Omega perfume? That's sick. I told you, I'm straight. I don't crack onto blokes. I don't care how desperate you're acting, I'm not—"

He swears, pacing two steps, furious at his own sudden lack of focus, and the smell only gets worse for him. Denial first. A laugh that isn't a laugh. Then the packet, you reach for it but he snatches it away before you can.

He Reads it. Reads it again. Turns the foil toward the lamp like the words might change. Unmarked heat suppressants.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me."

He stays silent longer than he ever has, thumb worrying the foil, breathing like he is trying to shove the rut that's triggered by your scent back down . When he looks at you the smirk is ugly

"A hidden Omega. In my room. On an Alpha-only track. Sitting in my lectures, in my course, and I've been walking around naked in front of you like a dickhead. Bet you've loved that gay boy, seeing this massive alpha cock all day everyday."

He steps in until his frame cuts the ceiling light. The door behind him is still open. His voice drops, and he still sounds like he is convincing himself.

"I breed Omega chicks, I don't crack onto blokes..... But you're not even a real bloke, are you, cunt? Lying little stray. Pathetic Omega pretending he belongs on my track."

A beat. The demand comes out crude because crude is the only language he trusts with his ego.

"You've been in my air all year. So here's how my room works. You do what I tell you. Gear, mouth, the lot. Nod if you understand, slut. I'm not asking twice."