CHAPTER ONE

Sora

"Sir I'm begging you, I really need this job." I begged as I held my certificate in my hands with tears in my eyes.

"I can't employ you with just that. I know that omegas are now given rights but with your elementary school certificate, you can only get an underpaid job in a cheap restaurant." The alpha explained as I cleaned my eyes and bit my lips.

"I'll take anything even a cleaning job. I really need this job please."

"Why not be a good omega and let your alpha do all the work." He said as I gulped, my tears escaping more as I cleaned my eyes.

"I'm sorry sir but my husband passed away two years ago." I explained as the older alpha frowned but it wasn't out of sympathy. He hummed in thought and sighed as he analyzed me.

I felt self conscious on how he was shamelessly staring at me like I was naked and proud. His gaze was lustful and intense that I could hear his erractic breathing like it was a microphone even with the distant noises from our standing.

"I could give you the job and I could make you happier without you lifting a finger as long as I'm happy. Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" He asked as he slowly traced a finger on my arm but I pulled away from him after giving him a slap on the cheek.

"I may not have much but that doesn't give you any right to insult me sir. It isn't right to insult or harrass someone because your situation is better than theirs. Please excuse me." I said as I quickly walked away with my certificates resting on my chest.

"No one will ever employ you with such a certificate! When you realize how foolish you are, know that you were a fool to refuse me!" He shouted angrily as I closed my eyes and continued walking away.

There goes another job opportunity.

It wasn't my fault I had just an elementary school certificate. I lost my parents at a young age, didn't have relatives so I was sent to an orphanage.

The war didn't help orphans and just when I was to enter middle school, the orphanage closed down and most of us had to do immoral and criminal activities to put food in our mouth.

I was as smart as a high school student. Well an average high school student since I was self taught and involved myself with people who were older than me or had graduated from college.

I worked as a librarian and though the pay wasn't much, it put food on my table. Then I met Jon and he brought me to America where life was more favorable for me.

After I lost Jon, I was in a serious state of depression and heartbreak.

I made five suicide attempts and it was always Jon's mother who saved me from ending my own life. I had to be locked up for observation because my pregnancy didn't help with my mental state. It was a crisis and a living hell to me and Jon's mother.

The result of all the stress, the pain, the depression and coping, I gave birth to Ren a month earlier than expected but he survived. He was my miracle baby.

The doctors had also said it was a miracle because if someone had bled as much as I did that day, they would have lost the child and themselves included.

I tried to kill myself after Ren was born but when I remembered the pain of losing my parents, I wept bitterly in my heart and the pain of leaving my son hurts more than anything a mother could ever bear so I lived.

I lived for Jon's mother and I lived for my son. They needed me and I needed them.

We've been living off the rewards that Jon left behind and it was really a lot.

He served his country more than anyone and died an admirable death so they hung him on the walls of heroes in the navy office. Even though it's been two years, I still miss him and I love him that every time I look at our pictures, I cry myself to sleep.

The money I had was enough plus the people Jon helped out in the navy sent support and condolences cash but I wanted to be independent and buy myself another house because the house I lived in had too many memories with Jon that if I wasn't careful, I could do something stupid.

For the moment, I was living with Jon's mom since my job search prevented me from picking up Ren from the kindergarten on time.

The job search were no luck and it didn't help that most employers were always eager to crawl in between my legs.

I knew that because my breed of omegas were currently almost impossible to find but that doesn't mean we should be treated like animals or sexual satisfaction objects.

Before the war thirty seven years before I was born, a mutation happened all over the earth that affected thousands and millions of the secondary genders.

This mutation was caused by a result of clash of biological weapons between Russian and North Korea. As a result it affected omegas mostly.

It created what we call omega X; also called the dominant omegas who like a normal omega can get pregnant but can't feel heat at all. They are stronger, faster, smarter than an average omega and could even be bigger than an average alpha. They are said to rival an alpha but they can't bond with a beta at all because it could lead to a miscarriage or birth complications.

Then we have omega W, the submissive omegas. We are extremely rare now and can experience heat. That's why most alphas want to get their hands on one to experience the effect, the thrill, the rush and pleasure of this heat.

There are some brothel that have submissive omegas but they are deadly expensive especially when in heat and most of them who can afford get addicted to it, having sex with a normal prostitute is difficult.

The mutation didn't affect other genders physiology but then it has made it easy that the other genders can easily adapt to harsh physical changes in conditions and environments. It upgraded our body but left us mentally vulnerable with the consequences.

The statistics of population of the world is now 20% alphas, 67% betas, 11% omega X and 2% omega W.

I held my document in my hands as I waited for my train in the busy train station when my body started to feel hot. This was very unusual for me especially since my heat was just a few weeks away.

The scent of my heat got stronger and the urge to follow a unique scent that stood out got stronger by each second. If I calculated correctly, my heat was to start on the twenty first of next month.

This only meant one thing... I was one of the privileged to find a fated bond.

I got up immediately when the smell of the stranger, my mysterious fated bond got stronger so I panicked and ran to my train when it appeared.

I stayed by the corner of a chair, embarrassment on my face since three unmated alphas in here were responding to the effect my heat and cursing while the betas who are unresponsive or immune to pheromones looked at me like I was a whore.

I shakily put my hand into my pocket, bringing out a capsule of suppressant and taking a kind stranger's water to down it.

I was relieved when the train started moving as my heat calmed down.

My eyes caught glimpse of the man who my heat was calling out to. I couldn't see his face because of the glasses and the mask he had on his face but I knew he was a devilishly handsome man and I made a mission.

He was a plague that I had to avoid at all cost.

"I'm home." I announced as I took off my shoes, wearing my flip flops as I entered inside the house where Edith, Jon's mom stood holding my baby boy.

"Mommy!" He screamed with excitement as I dropped my bag and carried him, lifting him up in the air as I kissed his cheeks and he giggled.

Ren was a chubby, plump and cute baby. Nineteen months and he was always so hyperactive that I usually had problem keeping up with him but that was just him being a kid.

He looked so much like Jon with the blonde hair, hazel eyes and porcelain skin. They had the same pink lips and he was often called his father's son. The only similarities we shared was our natural cherry cheeks that made it look like we were always blushing, our doe eyes, scanty brows and the unruly hair.

I was more pale than white and my carrot red hair was always packed in a messy bun with a few strands on my face.

I was androgynous in appearance but if I applied the correct type of makeup, styled my hair decently and wore a decent men's wear instead of unisex, I would look like my primary gender.

I wasn't exactly small and delicate, I was five feet seven which wasn't small for an omega.

My wrists had scars that were hidden behind bracelets but I wasn't ashamed of it, I was only ashamed of the damage it would have caused my baby boy if I died.

I couldn't get muscles but I had abs on my stomach and my body wasn't so feminine. I had curves but it wasn't so curvy that people would see it even if I wore a nightdress. I had a model's shape with regulation and I was proud of it.

I have friends who are fat and cute because I love all sizes, shapes and form.

Though people have been encouraging me and advising to get married again since I'm still young but I can't because no matter what... I can't forget him.

I can't betray my love for Jon with another person and I can't betray Edith by bonding with someone when her son just died two years ago.

Also, if I was to get married I want someone who will love Ren as his flesh and blood because since fertility rate is high, people like having kids of their own.

"Welcome home. So any luck?" Edith asked me and with an downward smile, I shook my head.

"It's okay, maybe we can try next time. Also you should take a shower, you smell like heat." She said as she carried Ren away from me who was whining for me to carry him but when I didn't pay attention, he forced his grandmother to put him down.

"Yeah it was an irregular heat but I guess it's over." I lied through my teeth and Edith picked it up since I was a terrible liar and she was smart for a fifty five years old dominant omega.

"It's not over and you know it. You are not leaving this house till the irregularities calm down." She commanded as she pushed me to my room and closed the door.

"Wash up let's have dinner together." She said at the other side of the door as I hummed in agreement.

Dinner was nice as I placed Ren on my thigh, feeding him pieces of soft chicken as he chewed on it softly with a content smile on his face.

His face was stained with yoghurt from the dessert but he was happy. I helped clean him up as Edith decided to take up kitchen duty and clean up.

I read to Ren 'Guess how much I love you' in Japanese as he listened to me like I had been singing a lullaby. The moment I said the end, I was shocked to see him sleeping so comfortably in his crib and his Winnie the Pooh blanket sleeper.

I stood up, put off the light and closed the door behind me.

I walked to Edith's room where I saw her with a sad smile on her face, holding a picture of her whole family.

"You know this was Jon's favorite picture. It was the only picture that his father had a genuine smile even though he was battling with cancer." Edith confessed as I climbed by her side, placing my head on her shoulders.

She was petite with a height of four feet ten but her heart was big even with the grey hairs on her head, she looked young and beautiful.

She was the closest thing I had to a mother and though I may not remember my own mother clearly, I knew that she was as sweet as Edith.

"I miss them so much." She cried as her hands touched her husband and son leaving her daughter who was young and behind her.

"I miss them too but don't forget mama, everything's gonna be alright. You've got me and Ren. We love you just as much as you love us and even if you didn't; we'd still love you because we're family." I told her as I cleaned her eyes, a smile coming to her face as she sniffed.

"Thank you so much." She said and I shook my head as I hugged her.

"We're family. I'm sorry this is the best I can do." I confessed but she shook her head and placed her hand on my cheek.

"You've done more than enough." She responded and a smile slowly beamed on my face.

When Edith had fallen asleep, I sneaked out of her room to mine where I fell on my bed and broke down in tears till I slept off in exhaustion.