Chapter 0002

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Ranking - Alpha - Beta - Omega --- Gender gets decided through a test at the age of 12

Alternative World where Omegas are taken as disgusting and disgraceful human beings in society)

Twenty-one years ago, when I was born, Mama smiled, and Papa hid his tears. I was their firstborn child. Born with chestnut brown hair, shining eyes, and especially the noticeable bunny teeth, which had a little gap between them. I was brought to a mansion. And it was my new home. It was all mine.

I grew up to be a two-year-old little boy. My bunny teeth remained the same, but by that time, I was bald. Mama used to cut my hair bald for some silly reason. My first word turned out to be a cursing word. Well, it was 'shit'. Maybe it was my neighbour's fault. That was the first word I muffled out. It was a total failure.

Time skip to six years old when I met my best friend. He was crying at the time I met him. I found him extremely stupid, and he was crying because his parents didn't buy him ice cream. After slapping some sense into his potato brain, he stopped crying. We snuck into the kitchen and ate as much ice cream as we wanted. That day I was a hero. But later at night, I was grounded.

Add six more years to that age. We both were twelve but still stupid. I had a broken arm, and my best friend had a blackened eye when we went through the second gender testing. Joss, my best friend, cried his eyes out when the nurse stabbed him with the needle and drew blood out. At that moment, I vowed to myself that I would become a nurse in the future and stab him.

That day we had to remove our clothes for the physical tests. Being naked in front of some strangers was embarrassing. I had my uninjured hand covering my prince part and even had to suppress my urge to pee on the spot. I didn't know what they tested using my body, but I disliked the cold gel they put on my chest to check my heartbeat. It was sticky.

At the end of school, we both received a big, white envelope. The teacher told us to give it to our parents when we go home. Joss tucked his letter neatly into a file while I crushed it and tucked it into my pocket.

"I hope to be an alpha," Joss said shyly.

"Crybabies can never be alphas," I said.

Well, he was tall. Like really tall and big. He honestly looked like an alpha in physique, but his inner self was a crybaby. My parents expected me to be a beta, whereas I wanted to be an alpha. But according to the elders, my body didn't suit to be an alpha. Shit, am I too thin or something? Nah, I am average. But for some reason, all my classmates were bigger and taller than me.

We separated when we came to the lane where our houses separated. He went to the right while I went to the left. Absentmindedly I took out the envelope and tore it open. Taking the paper out, I went through it. It had a graph about some serious things and my name, age and some other details. In the end, there was one single word along with a signature.

And the word was.... omega.

I stopped walking and froze on the spot, eyes glued to the paper. It wasn't alpha. Not beta. It was damn fucking omega. Everything disappeared in my eyesight. Even the paper went dark. The word 'omega' enlarged in my vision. O M E G A. The word rang in my head.

"Cannot be true," I mumbled. But the word remained the same. Even if I rubbed my eyes and looked at it, it was still the same. Did they accidentally write it? "I can't let this happen." I closed my eyes, crushing the paper. I recalled my mother's conversation with our neighbour.

'Oh, my, her son was an omega? What a disgrace! What did she do?'

'She sent the boy to a foster home. The same thing happened to my cousin. Who can bear such an unpleasant thing?'

'I hope we can know about a child's second gender before conceiving.'

'Yeah. You have a son, right? What do you think he will be?'

'Probably a beta.'

I tore the paper into tiny pieces and threw them into the nearby bin. It was the only solution that came into my tiny mind. I didn't plan on what lie I should say to my parents. Or even what would happen when I reach home. I went home with a dizzy head, trying my best to wake up from this nightmare. But it was real life, not a dream.

"Honey, where's the envelope?" Mama asked as soon as I stepped into the house. I gave her the torn envelope, which didn't have the letter while removing my shoes. I dropped my bag to the ground and went to the living room. I took a seat and waited to hear Mama's reaction.

"Win. Why isn't the result paper here?" she asked.

"Um, I tore it." I couldn't bring myself to lie. I disliked lying. But I was doomed. She would call the school and ask for another test. She would discover I was an omega and send me from home. Being treated as a piece of garbage, no one would love me.

"Why did you tear it? Why are you crying?" she asked, quickly wiping my tears with her hand.

"I..." I closed my eyes, forming a lie in my mind. "I expected to be an alpha. I am a beta, and it made me sad." I lied with tears spilling out my eyes.

"Oh, baby. It's all fine. A beta is great! I am so happy for you, trust me. Don't think about it. You aren't an omega after all."

You aren't an omega after all.

I am an omega mama. But I am too scared to tell you. I am scared that you will disown me because of my second gender. I know just how you hate omegas. You treat them so lowly, just like everyone. I don't want to be unloved by you. I am sorry for lying.

The day after, we had a little party. Joss was invited. That day I was a liar, a fake person. I was hiding a huge ass secret behind my little self. My parents laughed, my friends joined the party, and people congratulated me, but nothing felt real. Because it was all a lie, to begin with.

If I stood up and shouted, saying I was an omega... everyone would've left. My parents would've looked at me with eyes filled with disappointment. It would've hurt my little mind.

I continued living. Every single day, it hurt me from the inside. Living a life that was not mine, it felt unknown. I was an omega. A recessive omega, to be specific. But not a soul knew. Somehow four years passed.

It was on my sixteenth birthday. I felt dizzy, so I went upstairs to my room. My lower half burned like lava was poured in. I felt like someone should touch me. I should touch myself. My eyes burned with wild desires. Vivid imaginations ran in my mind. It had never happened before.

Someone came into the room. I was in bed writhing in pain. It was Joss. His eyes looked sharp, and they held anger, confusion, and something unknown at the same time. He closed the door behind him and locked it. Keeping long strides towards the bed, he pulled me up.

"Win," he called my name. He looked at me for a good minute in rage. "Fuck! When did you become an omega!?" he asked. The sudden realization hit me. I was in heat. They taught us at school. I couldn't utter a single word. I looked at him hopelessly.

(Heat: Happens once a month when omegas are more fertile and ready to mate. They emit a sweet scent to attract alphas.)

"Come with me," Joss muttered under his breath. He opened the large window in my room. That night, for the first time in my life, I jumped out of a window and left home. Without saying a word to my parents. I spent four days of my first heat in Joss's summer condo, lying to my parents about a sleepover.

Joss was an alpha. He hid his scent to avoid any mistakes. He treated me so well, as if I was his mate. He didn't question me about the situation. Instead, he made me hot chocolates with marshmallows.

"Wait," I called him from inside. Joss said a yes from the other side of the door. "I am sorry for not telling you before... I turned out to be an omega... I hid it.. for four years."

"It's fine." he only replied to me with two words.

I found someone whom I can share my huge ass secret with. I felt relieved. After the heat, we researched about the heat together. It comes once a month. We marked the days in a calendar and prepared excuses to leave home.

Two years passed. Once a month for five days, we spent our time in his condo. Facing the heat all alone was never healthy. I didn't have an experienced omega by my side, and nor did I have suppressants to hide my scent or to cease the pain. It was torture.

Later, I applied to the nurse faculty. I was happy. If I was out as an omega, I wouldn't have got the chance. An omega can never study in universities. They cannot do highly qualified jobs either. All these things were some stupid social norms. And I was stuck. I couldn't move. I had to stay low and hide my real identity.

Three years later, I was twenty-one. I was working under a doctor in C hospital. Training for 12 hours a day at the beginning, and later, we got shifts to work. I was taught how to check the pressure of a patient, heartbeat, and so on. Last but not least, I knew how to stab a patient with a needle and suck the blood out. I sound like a vampire.

Yet I couldn't find a chance to stab my best friend and make him cry. It was my main goal, after all.

However, my story starts from there:

I walked home after six days of working in the hospital. I had to stab a lot of kids for their first tetanus vaccination. My fingertips hurt, as well as my legs. I had to say sweet things to the little ones to stop them from crying till my ears bled. When they struggled and started attacking me, I had to stop myself from cursing. After all the hard work, finally, I was home.

I went up the stairs and rang the doorbell. My only thought was to take a refreshing shower and jump to bed. Then have a fully satisfying sleep. Most of all, I stunk. Like, hospital and chemical smell. Yuck.

The door opened, and Mama greeted me. I gave her a faint smile and went in. Throughout these years, with the tension and the lie I was hiding, our conversations ceased and stopped at a single nod or a faint smile. I removed my shoes and tossed them aside, groaning loudly like an old man.

"Win... I have something to tell you." Mama said nervously. I nodded, hanging my coat on the hook.

"We have visitors now-"

"Sure. I won't bother."

"No. That's not the point... They are here for you. Papa and I arranged a marriage for you. But don't worry! You have full freedom to disagree with it. We just-"

"I disagree."

"Yeah... wait! What? At least meet them! He's a kind and handsome alpha."

"How do you even know?! How can you be so sure he's not hiding a huge secret??"

"A secret?"

"Forget it. I will greet them, but this marriage is not gonna happen. Never ever. I don't plan to marry anyone yet. I am still twenty-one." I ranted on.

However, that's how we met. For the very first time. I was moody, but he had a really sweet smile on his face.