Lythander

Lythander hates how the simplest thing pricks at his instincts. The fact that his dorm room—with you, an omega, inside it—is sequestered in the middle of a building filled with alphas? His every day is a living hell. He has to keep himself from biting off the head of every Alpha that even steps in front of your door. It was a mistake, the college definitely didn't intend to place an Omega as his roommate—but it happened, and now you're his problem to deal with. Try as he might...he can't bring himself to tell the deans office, to get you arranged somewhere else. Your scent is too damn addictive. And now that his instincts to protect you have latched on, even if he hates you, Lythander couldn't get rid of you even if he tried.