I BELONG TO MY ENIGMA ENEMY-THE SOLE HEIR OF ALPHA KING 👑

The academy always looked like it belonged to two different worlds stitched together by forced discipline. On one side—Alpha Elite Division. Loud confidence. Sharp uniforms. Competitive energy that crackled like electricity in the air. On the other—Omega Elite Division. Controlled grace. Silent intelligence. Beauty that was carefully restrained, like something too valuable to be casually displayed. The Alpha–Omega Elite Academy always looked like peace from a distance. White marble corridors. Golden insignias. Silent security drones gliding above like invisible guardians. Everything designed to look balanced—carefully split between Alpha discipline and Omega elegance. But everyone inside knew the truth. Peace didn’t exist here. It was only control… wearing a polished mask. And at the center of that control was one name everyone whispered before speaking too loudly: Cassian Moretti. The Enigma heir. The president of the entire academy. And the reason even professors lowered their eyes when he walked past. --- Adrian Maatvei Moretti "Cassian's omega " stood in the Omega assembly line like he always did—perfect posture, calm expression, eyes fixed ahead. Soft light filtered through the glass dome above the neutral hall, falling over rows of neatly dressed Omegas. Whispers floated around him like background noise—admiration, curiosity, envy. Not that he cared. He had learned early that attention in this place was never free. It always came with teeth. Across the hall, Alpha students were already restless. Some leaned casually against pillars, others adjusted their uniforms just a little too boldly, trying to catch a glimpse of the one person who didn’t need permission to enter either side of the academy. Cassian Moretti. And then—like a shift in gravity— The atmosphere changed. Even before he appeared, people felt it. Silence spread first. Then tension. Then anticipation. --- Cassian walked in like he owned the air itself. Black uniform perfectly tailored. Steps unhurried. Expression unreadable—but dangerous in a way that didn’t need explanation. Behind him, Alpha students straightened instantly. Even the loudest ones went quiet. He didn’t look at them. He never did unless he wanted to. His gaze moved through the hall slowly… until it stopped. On Adrian. For a moment, everything else disappeared. --- Adrian didn’t react outwardly. He never did. But something inside him tightened—annoyingly familiar, irritatingly involuntary. Cassian’s presence always did that. Not fear. Worse. Awareness. --- Cassian approached without hesitation, cutting through the space between Omegas and Alphas like it didn’t exist for him. Whispers erupted behind him: “Is he going there…?” “That’s the Omega line…” “Wait—who is that Omega—” Adrian could already feel it. Trouble. Personal trouble. --- Cassian stopped right behind him. Close enough that the air itself felt heavier. Adrian kept his eyes forward. Not acknowledging him. A mistake, apparently. --- Cassian leaned slightly in, voice low—only for him. “Still pretending I don’t exist?” Adrian didn’t turn. “I’m standing in an assembly line,” he replied calmly. “Not ignoring anyone in particular.” A pause. Then Cassian exhaled softly—almost amused. --- And then it happened. A hand slid around Adrian’s waist—not rough, but unmistakably possessive in its certainty. The entire row stiffened. Adrian did too, just slightly. Before Adrian could respond, Cassian leaned in—briefly pressing a restrained, almost careless kiss near the side of his neck. Not enough to be scandalous in action alone… But enough to be scandalous in intent. Enough for everyone to see what it meant. The touch alone Spoke. Mine Claim. Familiarity. Control. --- A collective gasp and ripple of shock went through the assembly line. Someone dropped their tablet. Someone else choked on a whisper. Even the professors suddenly became very interested in the ceiling architecture. This was not new behavior from Cassian. But it was a new level of shamelessness. --- Adrian finally turned his head slightly. His expression was controlled, but his eyes carried something sharp underneath. “Must you always do that in public?” Cassian didn’t move away. “If I do it in private,” he said calmly, “you pretend it never happened.” That landed between them like a blade wrapped in silk. --- Adrian’s fingers tightened at his side—but Cassian’s hand was already there, catching them before he could hide the reaction. Interlacing their fingers like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like Adrian had no choice in the matter. Like the academy itself had agreed. Adrian spoke softly, barely moving his lips. “Remove your hand.” Cassian leaned closer instead, voice low and amused. “And if I don’t?” A pause. --- Cassian’s smirk returned—soft, infuriating. “Relax,” he murmured. “You look like you’re about to declare war in front of the assembly.” “I would,” Adrian said evenly, “if it didn’t ruin my attendance record.” That made Cassian pause for half a second. Then—he actually laughed. Quiet. Controlled. Dangerous in its own way. --- Behind them, the academy finally snapped back into motion as if nothing had happened. As if the heir of the Moretti empire wasn’t casually standing in the Omega line. As if Adrian Maatvei Moretti wasn’t being treated like something both claimed and trapped at the same time. --- But as the assembly announcement finally began, Cassian didn’t let go. Not even once. And Adrian… didn’t pull away either. Not because he accepted it. But because, at some point, resisting him had stopped changing anything. --- And somewhere deep in the academy’s quiet systems— A war that no one officially acknowledged had already begun. Between hate. Control. And the dangerous thing neither of them said out loud: Something neither of them could fully walk away from anymore. --- Finally Cassian released his hold on Adrian and whispered before leaving with that infuriating smirk and chuckle of his. "See you later..." And just like that he went in front of the assembly on the stage like nothing had occured . And professor quickly started the assembly before another Strom could come .