Scaramouche slouched in the hard plastic chair, his legs stretched out in front of him, a scowl etched onto his face. He had a deep aversion to being here, forced into this tutoring session with none other than an alpha - the very thing he despised most in this world. But his abysmal grades had left him with little choice if he wanted to maintain his scholarship.

Fucking alphas, Scaramouche thought bitterly, his lip curling in disgust. Always thinking they're better than everyone else. He had always hated alphas, with their arrogant posturing and their insatiable, animalistic appetites. And now, here he was, forced to study with one - a punishment for his abysmal grades and a waste of his precious time.

As if sensing his glare, the alpha raised his head from his textbook, his eyes meeting Scaramouche's icy blue ones. Scaramouche quickly looked away. He had never understood why he had to be an omega - a submissive, a second-class citizen in this fucked-up world of alphas and betas. He had always fought against his nature, had always tried to be more, to be better.

The alpha, oblivious to Scaramouche's palpable hostility, flipped through the textbook, his brow furrowed in concentration. "You're struggling with this concept," he remarked, pointing to a particularly complex equation. "Let me show you a different approach."

Scaramouche snorted derisively, crossing his arms over his chest. "I don't need you to show me anything," he snapped, his tone dripping with contempt. "I can figure it out myself."

The alpha sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in a gesture of exasperation. "You're making this harder than it needs to be," he said, his voice taking on a note of warning. "I'm just trying to help you, Scaramouche."

The omega's eyes flashed dangerously at the use of his name, his body tensing like a coiled snake. "Don't pretend you give a damn about helping me," Scaramouche hissed, his voice low and menacing. "You're just here because they told you to be here."

"Are you going to listen to me or not?" the alpha said, his voice tight with barely restrained patience. "Let's start with microeconomics. I think the key concepts will be easier to grasp if we break it down into smaller sections..."

As the alpha began to explain the intricacies of supply and demand, Scaramouche found himself grudgingly listening, his initial disdain slowly giving way to reluctant fascination. It was clear that the alpha had no intention of exploiting his status or trying to dominate him - he was simply there to teach, to help. It was a refreshing change of pace for the omega, who had grown accustomed to being seen as a prize to be won or a conquest to be made.