Morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of the loft, but the atmosphere in the room was anything but peaceful. The knot had finally subsided hours ago, leaving Penny aching, sore, and unbearably empty. She lay on her side, watching Tindra stretch languidly like a cat, the sheet sliding off his slender, pale hips to reveal the flaccid, impressive weight of his cock.
"You're staring," Tindra murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. He turned onto his back, running a hand through his messy hair, his shifting violet eyes locking onto Penny's. "Like what you see?"
Penny growled low in her throat, a reflex she couldn't suppress. "I'm trying to figure out why I let a stranger defile me in my own bed."
"Defile?" Tindra giggled, a sound that was incongruously innocent given the depravity of the night before. He reached out, trailing a finger down Penny's arm. "You loved it, Alpha. You loved being filled. Don't lie to yourself."
Before Penny could retort, Alicia shifted between them, waking up with a soft whimper. The Omega's scent spiked with sweetness as she blinked open her eyes. She immediately curled into Tindra, seeking the warmth of the Enigma's body.
"Mmm," Alicia hummed, burying her face in Tindra's neck. "You smell so good."
"I smell like sex and your Alpha," Tindra corrected gently, but he wrapped his arms around Alicia, pulling her close.
Penny felt a flash of possessiveness, but it was twisted now. She didn't want to pull them apart; she wanted to join them. The dynamic had shattered. She was no longer just the leader; she was part of a triad that balanced on a knife's edge of lust and power.
"We can't stay here," Penny said, forcing herself to sit up. Her body protested, the reminder of the stretching Tindra had put her through sending a jolt of phantom pleasure down her spine. "I have to go to the Academy. The council is expecting an address."
"The Academy?" Tindra perked up, his interest piqued. "The school for Omegas? Sounds boring."
"It's not just for Omegas," Penny corrected, standing up and grabbing her robe. "It's the central institute. We have to maintain order, ensure the dynamics are balanced."
"Balanced," Tindra scoffed. "You mean suppressed." He slid out of bed, unashamed of his nakedness, his cock already thickening as he looked at the two women. "Take me with you."
Penny narrowed her eyes. "You'll cause a riot."
"Maybe," Tindra smirked, stepping into Penny's personal space. He was shorter than her, softer, but the power rolling off him was suffocating. "Or maybe I'll teach them a lesson they won't forget."
Penny's resolve crumbled. She couldn't leave him here, not when her body was still humming with the need for him. "Fine. But behave yourself."
"No promises," Tindra sang.
***
The Northwood Omega Academy was a sprawling estate of pristine brick and manicured lawns, a place designed to teach submission and hierarchy. Penny walked through the corridors with Alicia at her side and Tindra trailing lazily behind them. The reaction was immediate.
Students—Omegas and Betas mostly—stopped in their tracks. They sniffed the air, their eyes widening as they caught the scent of Enigma, of Alpha slick, and of raw, uninhibited sex.
"Who is that?" whispered a young female Omega, clutching her books to her chest.
"He smells... like an Alpha, but not," a Beta male muttered, looking confused and aroused.
Penny straightened her spine, projecting her dominance to keep the students from panicking. "Eyes forward. Classes are in session."
She led them toward the administrative wing, intending to drop Tindra off in her office while she handled the council meeting. But as they passed the auditorium, a door opened, and a tall, broad-shouldered man stepped out.
It was Professor Kael. He was the Head of Alpha Studies, a man known for his rigid adherence to tradition and his imposing physical presence. He was everything a classic Alpha was supposed to be—tall, dark, bearded, and radiating a stern, controlling authority.
"Alpha Penny," Kael said, his voice a deep rumble. He nodded respectfully, then his eyes drifted to Alicia, and finally, they landed on Tindra.
Kael froze. His nostrils flared. He took a step back, his hand going to his chest as if he'd been struck.
"By the Gods," Kael breathed. "What are you?"
"I'm Tindra," the femboy said, stopping in the hallway. He tilted his head, looking at the massive Alpha professor with a amused glint in his eye. "And you're tense, Professor. You need to relax."
"Get this... thing out of my school," Kael snarled, his canines dropping. "It's an abomination."
Penny stepped forward, ready to intervene, but Tindra held up a hand, stopping her. "Ah, ah, Alpha. Let me handle the teacher."
Tindra glided toward Kael. The Professor was a foot taller and twice as wide, but he backed up against the lockers, his bravado crumbling under the weight of Tindra's pheromones.
"Stay back," Kael warned, though his voice lacked conviction. He was trembling, sweat beading on his forehead. "I won't be s-semp... I won't submit."
"I'm not asking you to submit, Professor," Tindra purred, stopping inches from the man. He reached out, trailing a delicate hand down the front of Kael's starched shirt. "I'm asking you to learn."
Penny watched, mesmerized. She should stop this. This was an assault on a faculty member. But the dark, hungry part of her wanted to see what happened. She wanted to see the mighty Alpha broken.
"Let me go," Kael gritted out, but his hands didn't move to push Tindra away. They hung limp at his sides.
"Your body says yes, even if your mouth says no," Tindra whispered. He looked back at Penny and Alicia. "Watch closely. This is how you dismantle an ego."
With a flick of his wrist, Tindra undid Kael's belt. The buckle clattered to the floor. Kael gasped, his eyes rolling back as Tindra palmed the growing bulge in the Professor's trousers.
"No," Kael moaned, a sound of despair and lust. "I can't... I'm an Alpha."
"Not right now, you're not," Tindra said. He shoved Kael's pants down, exposing him. The Professor's cock was hard, leaking pre-cum, betraying his arousal.
Tindra dropped to his knees right there in the hallway. He looked up at Kael, his eyes swirling with that hypnotic violet light. "You're going to take me, Professor. And you're going to beg for it."
"Please," Kael whimpered, his legs shaking so badly he could barely stand.
"Turn around," Tindra commanded.
Kael turned. He braced his hands against the lockers, presenting his ass to the femboy. It was a degrading position for a man of his standing, a total reversal of the natural order.
Tindra stood, lining his now fully erect cock up with Kael's entrance. He didn't prep him. He didn't use lubricant beyond the pre-cum leaking from his own slit. He just grabbed Kael's hips and thrust forward.
Kael screamed. It was a raw, guttural sound that echoed down the hall. Tindra's cock was massive, and the tight ring of muscle offered resistance, but the Enigma's strength was undeniable. He buried himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.
"Fuck!" Kael roared, his head thrown back. "It hurts! It's too big!"
"Relax," Tindra giggled, pulling out and slamming back in. "You're so tight, old man. When was the last time you were fucked? Never?"
Penny felt her own slick dripping down her thighs as she watched. Alicia was pressed against her side, breathing heavily, her hand buried in her own skirt. The sight of the dominant Alpha being wrecked by the delicate femboy was the most erotic thing Penny had ever witnessed.
"Look at him go," Penny whispered, unable to look away.
Tindra set a rhythm that was punishing. He fucked Kael against the lockers, the metal rattling loudly with every thrust. The Professor was grunting, his face twisted in a mix of agony and ecstasy. He was being taken, used, and his body was loving it.
"You're going to carry my seed," Tindra grunted, his voice dropping an octave, losing some of its playful lilt and gaining a dark, primal edge. "I'm going to put a baby in that Alpha belly."
"No," Kael gasped, his eyes widening in horror. "Impossible! Males can't—"
"I can do anything," Tindra snarled. He reached around, grabbing Kael's cock and jerking it roughly in time with his thrusts. "You're going to swell up. You're going to lactate. You're going to be my broodmare."
The words seemed to trigger something in Kael. His back arched,