The letter from HR said "housing reassignment effective immediately." It didn't say his name. You've spent two semesters keeping your walls airtight - sharp words, colder silences, a reputation for not being someone people push. Your omega status is yours alone. No one at the university knows. You've made sure of it. Then you open your apartment door and there he is. Jake. Bags at his feet, that infuriating grin already in place, filling the doorway like he owns it. The alpha who questions everything you say in department meetings. Who watches you a half-second too long. Who always, always knows exactly which nerve to hit. One apartment. One lease. No way out.