Chapter 1

    If we look back about 1 year ago,

    Seecha was a twenty-two-year-old single man, unremarkable in most respects. His looks were average—not stunning enough to turn heads, confirmed by the fact that he had never been in a relationship.

    As for his secondary gender, it was officially listed as “Undetermined.” Whether by design or circumstance, he had never revealed his true nature to the public, which still exhibited clear discrimination in the present day.

    The Omegaverse

    Alphas was at the pinnacle of the food chain. These individuals range from middle-class to wealthy. They were characterized by their tall, muscular builds and commanding presence, shared equally by both men and women.

    Next was Betas, the middle class, who made up the majority of the population. They were ordinary people who lived untroubled lives without concerns over pheromones or heat cycles. They didn’t experience bouts of frenzy or being in heat. Men and women alike led simple, uneventful lives.

    And at the very bottom of the hierarchy:

    Omegas were the least desirable, making up a dwindling minority of the population. Omegas were often impoverished, relegated to menial labor, and treated as second-class citizens, akin to illegal immigrants. Many employers refused to hire them out of fear of potential complications.

    Businesses nipped these problems in the bud by posting signs that say: “Now Hiring: All Genders and Ages!” Only to add in bold red letters: “Except Omegas.”

    Even small, local shops adopted this policy...

    The government’s solutions had only exacerbated the problem, plunging the lower classes further into unemployment. Meanwhile, heat-suppressant medication had skyrocketed in price, doubling in cost. With limited options, many resorted to ineffective, cheaper alternatives, which came with significant risks.

    Over time, the accumulation of these ineffective drugs led to severe side effects, or worse, failed to suppress the symptoms altogether.

    Not long ago, an Omega experiencing an abrupt heat caused chaos in a public area. Their sweet pheromones wreaked havoc, inciting a frenzy even in the open.

    News reports included only blurry images, showing a crippled Alpha limping by when they were suddenly dragged into an alley. Powerless to resist, the Alpha fell victim to the deranged Omega, who assaulted them in the dimly lit corner for days until the Alpha perished.

    The incident sparked widespread outrage on social media, with opinions polarized into two camps.

    [Topic: An Omega Assaults a Defenseless Alpha]

    #OmegaManiac #PurgeTheOmegas #AlphaAbused

    [Comment #2]

    [011255: Isn't this hashtag too harsh? It depends on the individual. Don't generalize.]

    [Comment #6]

    [Iyara: Those lunatics should be eradicated from the country. They shouldn't be allowed to roam freely. Lock them up and throw away the key to solve the problem.]

    [Comment #15]

    [5226: That Alpha made a mistake. If it were me, I’d have ravished them thoroughly. Let’s see who dies first. LOL.] 283 likes

    [Comment #17]

    [66588: What a disgrace, getting assaulted by an Omega...] 45 likes, 60 laugh reactions

    [Comment #18]

    [Remjoo: Where’s that Omega? Send them to me; I’ll take responsibility and handle it myself.] 152 laugh reactions

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    [666ffg: Oh! Brother, let me help you take responsibility.] 1 laugh reaction

    [Remjoo replies to @666ffg: Time for a 3P then.] 4 laugh reactions

    [Titi222: Take it easy, folks.]1 laugh reaction

    [BigShotDog: I've paid for Omega services many times. They have tighter hole than women. Once you try, you'll be hooked!]

    [Reply to @BigShotDog: Share the contact info, please.] 72 likes

    [94524: Disgusting. This thread is full of perverts.]

    [Reply to @BigShotDog: You lustful old hag!]

    [Comment #192]

    [SarmSeree: What’s the purpose of this thread? All I see are bigots. Who are the real ones who should be purged?] 112 likes

    The original poster deleted the thread after it spiraled out of control.

    However, similar threads were still available, filled with degrading and vile comments. With Alphas and Betas dominating the population, the voices of Omegas grew increasingly faint.

    To avoid controversy, most business owners began distancing themselves from Omegas. Public sentiment guided decision-making, and reports began to surface of Omegas being dismissed from their jobs one by one. Over time, people started avoiding any interaction with Omegas altogether.

    Omegas were ultimately abandoned, looked down upon with contempt, and labeled as promiscuous. Attempts by unemployed Omegas to protest only led to arrests and imprisonment.

    Their world became increasingly restricted, forcing many into exploitation to survive…

    Being an Omega was such disgraceful.

    Yes…

    Seecha’s true secondary gender is Omega.

    In a world of economic hardship, Seecha had to fight harder than most. He lived alone in a tiny, cramped apartment while burdened with a massive debt. His father had taken his own life a year ago, which didn’t help with the debt in the slightest. Instead, he escaped from the problems, leaving Seecha to bear the financial burden.

    Though his father, his only remaining family, had been an alcoholic and drug addict, he still provided a sense of family.

    His father’s choice to end his life left Seecha feeling a mix of anger and betrayal.

    Currently, debt collectors showed up at his door daily. Seecha often resorted to hiding to avoid them, as they were not only physically intimidating but came in groups.

    He cursed inwardly, pressing himself against a corridor wall to avoid detection. Luckily, he had just returned home from running errands, leaving the apartment empty. There was no way he could earn enough to pay off his debts. Barely able to sustain himself, survival seemed bleak.

    He had neither work nor money, and even his rent was overdue. The landlord had been kind since his father’s time, but life revolved around money, and businesses operated on the principle of income and expenditure. Nothing was built for long-term charity.

    Seecha, at his wit’s end, was on the verge of being evicted. He desperately wanted to work somewhere—anywhere—but no one was willing to hire him. With no honest means left to make a living, he resorted to forging documents to secure a slightly better job.

    He ended up at an upscale entertainment venue that offered a high salary. There were multiple positions available.

    And this marked a turning point in his life.

    Seecha, an unassuming Omega with average looks, transformed himself into a poised, composed Beta—a server at a renowned bar in the heart of the city. With his one hundred seventy centimeters height and professional demeanor, it was difficult to discern his concealed secondary gender.

    In a short time, Seecha was able to support himself and even pay off part of his debt. He had risen significantly from where he had been. However, his newfound comfort didn’t last long before an unexpected event occurred.

    Heat…

    The most dreaded event occurred.

    Seecha had a heat so intense it was unstoppable while he was working in the basement. He had always ensured he used quality heat suppressants before starting his shifts and had successfully hidden his true identity for three months.

    So why did this unexpected event happen? Everything had spiraled out of his control.

    His sweat-soaked body burned with heat as he staggered along the deserted corridor walls. The air was thick with the scent of arousal, suffocating and overwhelming. His vision gradually blurred.

    Gasps…

    “No, not now, please…”

    Even though his mind was a foggy blank, his instincts warned him to stay alert, probably because the basement was a designated area for indulging carnal desires.

    Both sides of the hallway were lined with tightly shut doors. The mingling pheromones of over ten individuals were so overpowering it made him nauseous.

    At the far end of the corridor, his fading vision caught sight of a door that wasn’t fully closed. Dim light seeped out from that dark room, suggesting the room might be unoccupied.

    Seecha glanced over his shoulder, paranoia and dread creeping up his spine. His body trembled, the heat radiating from his back and lower regions. His legs felt weak, and his mind was too clouded to distinguish right from wrong. Without hesitation, he stumbled into the room, hurriedly closing the door behind him.

    In the next moment, it felt as if the entire world spun wildly. His body was slammed against the wall with a resounding thud! Hot, heavy breaths then whispered close to his ear.

    The fine hairs on his neck stood on end.

    “Ugh…”

    Fear engulfed him as a larger, muscular figure loomed behind him, trapping him in place.

    The dim lighting cast shadows over the man’s sharp, chiseled jawline and thick, furrowed brows. His commanding presence exuded an aura that dared no opposition, leaving Seecha paralyzed with terror.

    His hands were restrained behind his back, preventing him from seeing the man’s face clearly. But the overwhelming dominance in the air silenced any resistance.

    Seecha trembled like a baby bird fallen into the water.

    His memory from that moment onward was fragmented. He could only recall the uncontrollable hunger and their bodies pressed together.

    At that moment, Seecha realized he wasn’t much different from the animals people had always accused Omegas of being.

    “Ahh…! There, ah!”

    With shaking hands, he clung to the man’s thick neck, his senses overtaken by the rugged contours of the man’s nose grazing his scented neck. The crinkling of sheets under their relentless movements filled the room.

    Their naked bodies moved in rhythm, the connection below intensifying. The sight of the man’s dark, prominent length was overwhelming.

    Beads of sweat dripped from Seecha’s temples, tracing their way down his sharp jaw like morning dew in June.

    As his vision adjusted to the dimness, he could see a little clearer.

    This man was a strikingly handsome Alpha…

    Seecha was overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of the moment, nearly forgetting the very thing he had always feared most.

    Then, a deep, low voice pierced through the haze. “You’re an Omega? How did an Omega get in here? Ugh…!”

    Thrust, thrust, thrust.

    The Alpha growled, his deep voice trembling as his brow furrowed tightly, but his lower body never ceased his movement.

    His muscular arms flexed with tension, his chest glistening with sweat, as if coated with a thin layer of oil.

    Seecha shook his head vigorously, his body trembling with tension. “No, sob, no, I’m not.”

    The bed creaked in rhythm with the thrusting hips of the man above him, whose brows furrowed deeply. “What do you mean, you’re not?”

    “I’m not an Omega. I’m a Beta! Ah…!”

    The tender walls within him stretched as though tearing apart, and blood seeped out unintentionally. Seecha writhed in pain, shaking his hips and jerking back from the agony. He pushed against the man’s shoulders, signaling that he no longer wanted to continue.

    “It hurts, it hurts, sob…”

    “But you have pheromones. What do you mean you’re not an Omega?”

    For a moment, there was a flicker of panic on the man’s handsome face, but it quickly disappeared, replaced with a stoic expression.

    His powerful frame slowed its movements to the point of near stillness.

    “That ID, did you forge it?”

    “…”

    Seecha’s only response was the sound of his sobs. His silence only fueled the Alpha’s frustration. He tried his best to suppress his temper but he still raised his voice unintentionally.

    “Why didn’t you take suppressants? Why didn’t you handle this beforehand? Do you realize how serious this is? This isn’t something to mess around with!”

    “Sob…”

    The smaller man turned his face into the pillow, tears streaming down his cheeks as he bit his lip in fear.

    Tithnuea felt no small amount of anger. He was annoyed that he had lost control.

    He felt intoxicated—not just by the alcohol, but by the Omega before him. It was as though he were trapped in a foggy haze, unable to distinguish between reality and dream.

    He wasn’t prejudiced.

    He didn’t despise Omegas.

    He was just confused…

    The sweet, alluring scent was unlike anything he had ever encountered. Even though he had never been with anyone before, this was his first time, and it infuriated him that it had been with an unknown Omega.

    He…

    He just…

    He just felt as though his purity had been stolen…that’s all.

    The Alpha closed his eyes, suppressing his anger. His maturity allowed him to regain his composure quickly.

    Inhale…exhale…

    However, his attention was drawn back to the present by the movements below him. His sharp eyes flicked down to the pale thighs, which had opened wider than before—contradicting the cries and protests from earlier.

    Claiming to hurt, yet inviting at the same time…?

    Seecha bit his lip as the pain began to subside. He panted heavily for a while before bringing his hands together in a pleading gesture at his chest.

    “I’m sorry, sob, please don’t tell anyone. Don’t tell anyone I’m an Omega.”

    The Alpha’s thick brows knit tightly. “Why?”

    “I had no choice. I’m scared. Please, don’t tell anyone, sob.”

    Tears rolled down Seecha’s soft cheeks. His usually composed face now crumpled into a pitiable expression.

    The movements stopped altogether as milky fluid leaked from the reddened opening, staining the sheets in uneven patches.

    His sobs were tugging at the Alpha’s heartstrings. Despite their impaired states, something intangible seemed to pull them toward each other.

    The Alpha’s large hand clenched tightly, trembling, before he slowly relaxed it. Blood that had pooled began to circulate rapidly once more.

    Leaning down, his lips brushed against the Omega’s damp forehead in a gentle kiss, as if to soothe him. His voice softened into a raspy whisper against Seecha’s ear.

    “It’s okay, don’t cry anymore.”

    Something in Seecha loosened at those words, an inexplicable relief washing over him. It was as if he were a child comforted by a sweet treat. He surrendered himself completely, letting instinct take over. Together, they succumbed to their desires, their bodies merging as one throughout the night.

    Seecha had lost track of days and time, but he was certain they had been caught in that whirlwind of passion for a full two days without interruption.

    The VIP card placed on the bedside table was evidence of privilege, yet no one seemed to notice or care about the absence of a small server like him.

    Sex wasn’t as terrifying as the stories he had read; it wasn’t painful. Instead, it was intoxicating—pleasurable to the point of addiction, something he couldn’t easily forget after experiencing it.

    However, the lack of freedom in such an encounter was still a source of deep fear.

    On that night, the last shred of Seecha’s awareness had been dedicated to protecting the nape of his neck.

    He couldn’t remember how he managed to return home afterward. All he knew now was that he had a little shark to care for with his life.

    Chalarm’s face was peaceful as he slept soundly, full from his meal. His small belly rose and fell in rhythm with his breaths.

    In the small, cramped room illuminated by natural light, a tiny fan oscillated back and forth, stirring the soft, jet-black hair on the baby’s crown, helping him sleep comfortably. He must have been having a sweet dream, as his tiny lips moved as if savoring a delicious treat he loved.

    Seecha’s face lit up with a fatherly smile as he glanced from his sleeping son to the bag of money he had set aside. For three months, he hadn’t been able to work. Fortunately, the debt collectors had rarely shown up recently, likely because he had managed to pay off a significant amount of what he owed during his time working.

    “Sixty-eight thousand…”

    That was the amount he still had to pay to keep them from coming after him again. Now, though, he wasn’t alone anymore. He had his son. And, of course, his current job was no longer the same as before.

    A distinctive green jacket hung in the corner of the room. Seecha reached out, running his fingers over it a few times before smiling softly.

    It was time to return to work…