The Throne of Emptiness
The Rudiego mansion was grand, drenched in wealth.
A lifeless kingdom, just like the man who owned it.
Isaac sat at the long dining table, barely acknowledging the feast laid before him. Steam curled from his untouched coffee. His uniform was neatly pressed, ready on cue, prepared by a maid who never spoke unless spoken to.
He stretched lazily, rolling his neck as he stood. "Same shit, different day," he muttered, slipping on his blazer.
Outside, the latest black sports car purred at the curb, its sleek frame catching the morning light.
Alex and Kevin leaned against it, waiting.
Alex lifted his chin, smirking. "Took you long enough, princess."
Isaac scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Sorry to keep my adoring fans waiting."
Kevin opened the car door with a lazy grunt. "Just get in. Got a full schedule of ruining people's lives today."
Isaac slid into the passenger seat, the engine roaring to life as Kevin hit the gas.
The moment they pulled into Cove Crest College, the shift was instant.
The power. The respect. The fear.
Isaac stepped out first, and like a spell had been cast, students parted like the Red Sea. Eyes dropped. People rushed to clear his path.
His gang dispersed—collecting morning dues, shaking down debtors, and keeping the system running. Alex counted cash, flipping through bills with a smirk.
And then, Emily Sinclair, the silver-haired omega, glided toward him like she belonged there.
"Isaac," she purred, her voice honey-sweet, fingers tracing his collar. The scent of her pheromones was intoxicating. Angelic. Seductive.
Isaac smirked down at her, playing along despite feeling close to nothing.
"Miss me already?"
She leaned in, lips brushing against his jaw. "Of course I did~ you kept me waiting for sooo long."
He laughed. "Gonna cry about it?"
"Not if you make it up to me?" She pouted, her nails running down his chest. "Please...?"
Alex snorted from behind them. "Y'all gonna start fuckin' in the hallway, or can we move this along?"
Emily didn't even flinch at the comment; she just grinned. "Jealous?"
Alex grinned back. "Of you? Never."
"Basement, basement." Kevin sighed, already turning toward the stairway.
Isaac rolled his shoulders. "Let's go."
Emily clung to his side as they descended into the school's underworld—the basement.
It was cold down.
Coloured lights flickered, casting hues of red, blue, and violet across the brick walls. Smoke curled in the air, the scent of nicotine and burning herbs mixing with sweat, alcohol, and lust.
The music was loud, heavy bass thrumming against the walls.
Isaac stepped in, and immediately—eyes turned to him.
They bowed, greeted, "The emperors have descended!" and cheered at the arrival.
From the look of it, people barely acknowledged the morning. Bodies draped over couches, sprawled across tables, tangled in each other's limbs.
Kevin grabbed a drink straight from the counter, downing it in one go.
Alex leaned against the pool table, a cigarette hanging from his lips. "Oh, my beauties." His arms draped over the two naked girls' shoulders.
In a corner, a group huddled over a tray of pills.
Isaac walked through the chaos, owning it.
Emily tugged him toward the private couch, the one that belonged to Isaac alone.
Isaac sat down, Emily straddling him with a sultry whisper. "I can't wait anymoreee~" Her fingers tangled into his hair as she leaned in to kiss him.
He kissed her back, deep and languid, his hands gripping her waist as he pulled her against him. The music pulsed around them like a living thing.
She reached for the zipper of his pants and slowly drew it down.
His cock sprang free, already hard and ready for her touch. Emily got on her knees and wrapped her hand around its length, squeezing gently before leaning in to take him into her mouth.
The first stroke was tentative but soon grew more confident as she sucked him deeper. Isaac watched her gobbling it with a smirk on his face. He loved the scene, feeling himself getting lost in the sensation.
Emily's tongue danced along his length. She pulled back to gaze up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Like that?" she whispered.
Isaac's smirk widened. His fingers woven into her hair behind her head, "No, like this." He shoved his cock deep into her throat. She started gagging, hands gripping onto his pants for dear life.
"Always such a bully..." Her face was twisted as she pulled away, gasping for air before her lips wrapped around the head of his cock again, sucking it even harder.
"It's my job." He shrugged, feeling himself on the edge of release.
Emily pulled away just in time.
She climbed off him and straddled his lap once more. This time, she reached for her clothes and ripped them open to reveal a lacy bra and matching panties.
Emily leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest as she kissed him once more.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, their bodies grinding together.
Emily reached down and guided his bulging cock into her, feeling a rush of immense pleasure wash over. It was like nothing else – a perfect blend of pressure and friction that sent shivers down her spine.
She moaned loudly as she bounced up and down on his lap, taking him deep with each stroke. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever felt before.
Emily threw her head back as Isaac filled her completely inside. Her inner walls hugged him tight, squeezing out every last drop of pleasure from each movement they made together.
The moaning sounds were loud and primal, echoing off the walls of the basement.
Isaac felt himself getting lost in the sensation once more. His grip on Emily's waist tightened.
From afar...
Alex leaned back, stretching with a lazy grin. "First thing in the morning, as always."
Kevin walked over, swirling his drink. "The norm."
One of the girls draped over Alex's arm tilted her head. "Is the king always like that?"
"She's new, Mr. Alex, sorry," another girl chimed in and giggled. "Yes, the king is an Alpha, so it's normal."
Kevin let out a slow exhale. "Nah, it's just Isaac."
Alex chuckled, flicking ash from his cigarette. "Normal Alphas aren't this bad." He shot a glance toward Isaac. "He's supposed to be taking suppressants, but why should he? Daily Omega therapy works just fine."
Kevin took a sip. "Gotta fill that void somehow."
Alex let out a dramatic groan, clutching his chest. "Ouchhh, that hurts."
The girls laughed, leaning into him.
The new girl, still wide-eyed, whispered, "But Ms. Emily sure is amazing... she's so pretty and strong. Her skin is pearly white—I can see it glistening from here."
"Yeah I heard," another girl nodded. "Omegas are usually incredibly beautiful."
Alex smirked. "Can confirm. Emily's not Isaac's first Omega... not even his tenth."
Kevin sighed. "He collects them like Pokémon from all over the world." T
he two shared a glance. Cue a brief flashback—luxury suites, foreign clubs, unfamiliar cities. Different women. Same hollow indulgence.
They exhaled in unison.
The shrill chime of the school bell echoed through the halls, sharp and final.
The basement's chaos dulled instantly. Conversations halted, drinks were abandoned, and bodies untangled as students groaned, stretching out their limbs like restless beasts.
Kevin tipped back the last of his drink. "That's our cue."
Alex exhaled dramatically, shoving off the pool table. "Ugh. The system calls."
Isaac didn't move immediately. He stayed sprawled on his private couch, Emily still draped over him, her fingers lazily tracing his jaw.
"You coming, or should we carry you?" Alex teased, already knowing the answer.
Isaac ran a hand through his messy hair, sighing. "Tch. Let's get this over with."
The group moved out in unison, students automatically parting in the halls as they passed.
By the time they entered the lecture hall, most students were already seated.
The air buzzed with chatter, pens clicking, papers shuffling. Isaac's group?
They claimed the last rows—always. Some slumped into their chairs like they had no intention of staying awake.
A couple of the guys immediately leaned back, arms crossed, eyes shut. A few, like Kevin, actually paid attention, jotting down notes when necessary.
Alex? He propped his feet on the empty chair in front of him, lazily twirling a pen between his fingers. Isaac?
He sat back, fingers drumming against the desk, his gaze blank.
The lectures barely held his interest, but he stayed. If nothing else, it was a routine. The professor walked in, calling for silence.
Same shit, different day. And then, the door opened.
Isaac felt it immediately.
A thumping in his chest, raw and unshakable. An itch crawled beneath his skin, foreign and unwelcome.
Her pheromones crashed into him like a violent tide, suffocating yet intoxicating. His sharp gaze snapped to her, tracking every detail with unsettling precision.
She moved like she had never been touched by the world—graceful, dignified, untouchable.
There was a stillness to her, an effortless dominance in how she carried herself, as if no one—not a single soul—had the right to disturb her.
And for the first time in a long, long time, Isaac felt something unusual. Lust—yes. But not the kind he was used to.
His jaw clenched as he tore his gaze away, fingers twitching.
Alex noticed first. His smirk was instant. "You good?"
Kevin glanced over, exhaling. He already knew.
"Yeah." Issac coughed.
Liar.
The professor adjusted his glasses and glanced at the class.
"Alright, settle down. Before we begin, we have a new addition to our class. Technically, this is a second-year course, but exceptions are made for outstanding students." He gestured toward the new girl. "Aimi Lionesse. Valedictorian. Perfect score on the entrance exam—the first in this college's history. As you may have heard. Aimi will be joining us in this course, as she has requested. Be nice to your junior."
Murmurs rippled through the room.
That's her?
100/100? No way.
She's gorgeous…Unreal.
The whispers weren't just about her intelligence.
Her beauty was something else entirely. Her long, jet-black hair flowed sleek down her back, thick and healthy with a natural shine that made it look like strands of silk. Her skin was porcelain, flawless, and soft. Her lips were naturally pink, full but unbothered. And her eyes— dark and unimpressed, framed by long lashes that barely blinked at the attention.
She was carved straight from a painting of royalty.
She walked like she was owed every ounce of the admiration she received.
She took her seat at the front. Isaac's mind was already lost. His fingers tapped against the desk, his golden eyes locked onto her. His thoughts blurred.
By the time the final bell rang, his decision was made. The hallway buzzed with life—chatter, students shuffling towards the cafeteria.
Isaac didn't hear a single damn thing and was already moving. His gang flanked him as he cut through the noise, heading straight for her.
And just like that, the hallway shifted.
Conversations dipped into whispers. Students instinctively moved aside, running away and leaving the hallway empty.
They know that because the gang usually don't roam around much, they stay in the basement.
Aimi was mid-step when he reached her.
"There you are."
Aimi paused, her expression stoic.
Isaac smirked. His fingers tipped her chin up, forcing her to look at him. "What a hotshot you are." His voice was velvety drawl. "I hope you at least know the basic rules of Cove Crest."
She jerked her head away from his touch.
Alex hummed. "Hmmm. We got another one of those."
Kevin's sharp eyes roamed. "The attitude never lasts."
Alex turned to Isaac, eyes alight with anticipation. "What do you think?"
Isaac exhaled slowly, but the heat coiling inside him refused to settle. Just being this close felt like a slow, unbearable suffocation. He could feel his consciousness drifting, but on the surface, he was composed.
"I like her face." His gaze dragged over her. "Body's not bad."
"Not bad?" Aimi tilted her head with a glint of condescension. "You're not even qualified to be conversing with me."
Silence.
Alex's smirk cracked. Kevin's brows lifted a fraction. Even the girls lurking nearby stilled.
Isaac just stared at her for a beat before a laugh slipped past his lips.
"Oh? You're not as knowledgeable as they said, then." His voice sung. "There are better. I've seen better. I've fucked better too." He such words in the most nonchalant manner.
Aimi barely spared a glance and brushed past the group.
"Then go bother those 'better.' I'm not interested."
Alex was faster, looping an arm around her waist before she could step away. "Where are you goinggg~."
"Don't f*cking touch me." Her escape was quite aggressive. Different from the image she was going for
Alex instinctively whistles at the reaction.
Issac's inside twisted, scorched, and screamed.
He was the only alpha in the entire school. Alphas were rare—so rare that most people would never meet one in their lifetime. Unlike betas, who aren't able to register pheromones, alphas soak them like sponges.
Despite whatever suppressants she was taking, Isaac could sense it in his bones.
"Why don't y'all leave her to me?" Isaac's voice was lazy, but the command was absolute.
His gang exchanged knowing smirks.
"Enjoy~" Alex patted his shoulder, grinning.
Kevin sighed. "Try not to break her."
With that, they disappeared, leaving just the two of them.
Aimi stiffened. A bad feeling coiled in her stomach.
Isaac took a step forward.
"What is it? Scared?"
She instinctively took a step back.
He smiled. "Getting straight to the point." Tilting his head. "You're an omega, aren't you? A juicy one at that."
"What do you want?" Her back hit a wall.
Isaac stepped closer, heat radiating from him like a storm on the brink.
"What does an alpha want to do to an omega?" He hummed. "Ask a smarter question."
Before she could react, his hands caught her waist.
And then—
His lips crashed against hers.
Isaac's lips were like a furnace, hot and demanding. He devoured her mouth with reckless abandon, tongue probing the depths of Aimi's throat. All her attempts to push him off or moved away was futile against his overpowering strength.
As he kissed, his hands roamed over her body, gently but also needily, his fingers digging softly into the flawless flesh. Aimi shivered at the sensation, feeling like she was drowning in his intensity.
The world around them melted away – all that remained was this raw desire between two bodies meant to be together.
Heat surged—blistering, suffocating. Aimi tried pushing against his chest. Useless.
When Isaac finally pulled away, feeling lightheaded.
His body—wrecked. A single kiss had drained him more than hours of sex.
Aimi wasn't any better. Unsteady. Breathless.
"Let me go..." she whispered, voice soft, breathy—irresistible.
Isaac exhaled deeply, wrapping both arms around her and burying his face into her shoulder.
If she asked him to die right now, he might.
"Hey..." she whispered once more.
"I might swallow you alive if you open your mouth once more."
After a while, the heat settled, but Isaac still couldn't bring himself to let go. His grip stayed wrapped around her waist, their bodies pressed together, the space between them nonexistent. His heart was hammering, and of course, she could hear them.
"What's your name?" His voice was rough, like he'd woken from a fever dream.
"Untouchable," she said matter-of-factly.
Isaac exhaled through his nose, unimpressed. "Stop playing around."
His fingers found her cheeks, gripping gently, tilting her face up. His thumb then brushed against her skin—soft, warm. Just looking at her face, her eyes, his insides twisted and melted. The power of a compatible omega? He dont even know.
"But I'm not playing," she countered, those doll-like eyes staring straight into his.
"…"
"…"
Silence. Charged and electric. The world faded, leaving just the two of them.
"frustrating."
"Who? you?" She scowled. "You should introduce yourself first before kissing or asking for someone's name."
"Isaac Rudiego."
Her lips curled. "Aimi Lionesse." Out of habit when she says her own name.
That smile. Addictive.
His fingers moved before he could think, gently pressing against her lips, spreading them just slightly. His eyes fixated on them, tracing the shape, softness.
"Smile more." He leaned in, landing the softest peck against her lips.
It was sweet, too sweet. Delicious. He wanted to devour her whole, but somehow, he couldn't bring himself to.
"Huh..." Aimi blinked, clearly caught off guard.
"What?."
"You should stop touching and kissing someone you just met," she huffed, attempting to push him away.
"I'm not letting you go, so stop trying."
"Tsk." Frustration clear on her face.
He reached up, caressing against the wrinkle between her brows, smoothing it out.
"Let me go," she repeated, voice sharper.
"Can't." His response was too casual, like what do you mean 'can't'?
Her patience snapped. "Isaac Rudiego, I said let me go. This is harassment. I could get the law involved—"
He didn't hear a word past his name.
He had never particularly liked his name. It was just a name. But hearing it roll off her tongue? Suddenly, it's the prettiest thing he has ever heard.
"Wow, I'm so scared." He laughed at her threat.
Before she could throw another protest, he pulled her in again—this time, for another deep, consuming kiss.
Now that he had a clear look at her face—those dark, piercing eyes, the way her lips parted slightly in shock, the subtle hitch in her breath—it wrecked him. And her soft voice, oh my god.
He deepened the kiss, his hands splaying against her back, pressing her closer.
His fingers traced up her spine, slow and deliberate, savoring every inch of contact. Her scent, her warmth, her very presence—he was drowning in it, intoxicated beyond reason. His instincts screamed to take, to claim, to keep.
But he didn't and pulled away.
Their breath were heavy and uneven.
Aimi's lips were slightly swollen from his kiss, her expression dazed but guarded.
Isaac pressed his forehead against hers, his breath still heavy, his body aching to keep her close.
His voice was a whisper against her skin. "Are you tired?"
Aimi exhaled. "Tired of you."
Isaac ran his fingers through her hair, watching her closely.
"Let go..." she murmured, tugging at his shirt.
The gentle touch made him listen. He stepped back slightly—but his hand caught hers, holding on to it like a life line.
She looked up, meeting his gaze. But he wasn't just looking—he was Studying. Memorizing every feature.
Then—
Her stomach growled.
"..."
"..."
Right. It was lunchtime.
Isaac smiled. "What do you want to eat?"
Aimi blinked, grounding herself. "I brought lunch."
His gaze flickered downward.
Her lunchbox lay on the ground, forgotten.
Without a word, he bent down, picked it up, and started walking—pulling her along.
Aimi frowned. "Where are we going?"
"The basement."
"Why?"
"So you can eat."
"I can eat in the cafeteria."
"I can't be there."
"How is that my problem?"
Isaac didn't answer. They reached the basement doors in seconds. As soon as he pushed them open, the air changed.
The scent of alcohol, cigarettes, sweat, and something worse hit her all at once.
Aimi's stomach twisted in disgust. Instinct took over—she yanked him back, hard.
"No."
Isaac turned, brows raising. "No, what?"
"I'm not eating here."
"..."
Before he could respond, a familiar voice rang out.
"Isaac~"
Emily.
She was sprawled on his couch, laughing with her friends, but the moment she noticed him, she was up in an instant, rushing toward him.
Her arms wrapped around him, pressing into his chest—as usual.
But this time, something was wrong.
A sharp, sudden wave of disgust ran through Isaac's body.
It was instantaneous. Involuntary. Overwhelming.
His jaw tightened. He didn't know why. He just knew—his body was rejecting the touch.
"Move."
The command slipped out before he could stop it.
Emily froze.
The excitement on her face disappeared in a second, her grip loosening. She took a step back as Isaac walked past her—another girl in his arms.
Again, Aimi resisted.
"I said I'm not going."
Isaac sighed. He didn't have many options—the student council made it difficult to be anywhere else. This was the only place he could take her.
"... Don't worry. It's safe. I'll protect you."
Across the room, Alex choked on his food.
His spoon hit the counter.
Isaac Rudiego—number one king of arrogance—saying something like that?
Isaac ignored him. He led Aimi straight to his couch, sat down, and—before she could react—pulled her onto his lap.
Aimi stiffened.
The reek of dried alcohol, cigarettes, and evaporated cum made her stomach churn.
Her lunchbox sat untouched in her lap.
Isaac wrapped his arms around her, resting against her warmth.
"Eat," he muttered, closing his eyes.
Aimi didn't move.
She couldn't.
Across the room, the gang exchanged glances, then quickly pretended not to see whatever the hell was happening.
Except for Emily.
She stood frozen, staring at them.
Her friends whispered, tried to pull her toward the pool table, but her gaze never wavered.
Isaac always slept around, but he never ignored her like this. Never excluded her.
Alex muttered, "What's going on...?"
Kevin took a slow sip of his wine. "Maybe they just finished the act, so he's just relaxing with a little cuddle. Who knows?"
Aimi still wasn't eating.
Isaac noticed.
"Why aren't you eating?"
"I'm going to throw up if I stay here any longer."
"Sorry. I can't be anywhere else."
"Like I said, how is that my problem? You don't have to be with me."
Isaac tilted his head. "You're not even going to ask why?" His fingers tilted her chin, thumb brushing against her cheek. "You should be happy you're gaining my favor."
"And you should be happy I haven't killed you for touching me yet."
Isaac laughed.
"Do you want me to feed you? Is that what this is?" He reached for her lunchbox.
Aimi tugged his collar. "I really can't eat like this..." Her eyes softened.
Isaac sighed with a long, heavy pause.
"Bring me a towel and change that music."
The room stilled, but without question, they obeyed.
The neon lights dimmed. The heavy bass disappeared, replaced by a slow, mellow jazz tune.
Someone handed him a towel, he laid it over the couch, and placed Aimi on top of it beside him.
He opened her lunchbox, scooped up a spoonful, and held it up.
"Eat."