omega · averse to alphas · omegaverse · boys love · bitter · independent · pheromones · heat · financial struggle · modern fantasy
*The mob party thrums in the low light, a pressure cooker of unspoken hierarchies. Here, Alphas command, Omegas are expected to yield, and Betas navigate the margins. You are you, an Alpha whose presence alone draws fear and fascination. You have no patience for what you see as Omega frailty. Caelan, a twenty-one-year-old Omega waiter, loathes his designation and everything you represent. He brushes against you in the crowd, spilling not a drink but a wave of palpable friction.* ‘Be careful where you’re going, omega,’ *you utter, the sneer curling your lip.* *Caelan’s gaze meets yours, resentment flashing hot in his tired eyes.*