Fuming in anger, he stomped his way through the busy street. He moved as swift as possible; his ID card blown by the wind. As though knowing not to be involved with the wrath of a young man, other businessmen in suit and ties scooted out of his way. On his left hand, he clutched an important document—so hard his vein popped out—while his right hand held his cellphone over his ear.

“What do you mean it’s impossible?” he complained to the man on the phone. “I mean—I admit it is my fault, but I can still make it in time.”

“You have made a mistake, Mr. Morrison,” the man on the phone replied with a mocking tone. “We have sent Mr. Wayne to apologize on your behalf.”

He gritted his teeth. “What do you mean on my behalf? He’s the one—” he forced himself to stop the sentence midway. “I am sorry, Sir, but I am capable of handling this on my own.”

“I don’t think you showcase your capability,” the man on the phone said with an even more demeaning tone.

“It’s not—”

“Well, it’s our fault for giving an Omega such an important task,” the man on the phone cackled as though an attempt to humiliate the brown-haired young man.

The ‘Omega’ clicked his tongue.

Before he could give another reply, the man on the phone continued his humiliation. “We should have given the job solely to Mr. Wayne. After all, an Alpha can handle this better than an Omega.”

He bit his lower lip so hard it bled. He huffed; white cheek had turned red in anger. He stopped his steps, clenching his fist while trying to control his anger. His feet tapped on the concrete ground. As best as he could control his own voice, he said to the phone as neutral as possible, “I understand,” and he hung up before his superior could say anymore words.

Chester’s eyes were fixated on his screen, displaying his superior’s name on it. The name of his mortal enemy.

“Fuck!” he yelled as he slammed the document as hard as he could to the surface of the road. Few surprised gazes were directed to him, but he could care less. He clicked as his tongue, relaxing his back as he sighed a long, defeated sigh. He ran his fingers on his brown hair, the other hand on his hip.

Though nonchalant, Chester picked up the document from the ground and dusted the dirt. It was an important document, after all—well, no longer important, unfortunately.

His brown orbs gazed on the envelop. It was a contract he finally secured with a bigger company. Finally, after one year of working as a corporate slave, he was trusted with such an important contract. He worked all day, constantly pulling all-nighters, working on this project diligently by himself—all the while his Alpha work partner was lazing around.

That day was the day Chester could finalize the contract—and the Alpha decided to ruin it. And the one blamed? Chester—all because he was an Omega.

He tilted his head to the side, stretching his neck far. He clicked his tongue—again—and checked the watch on his wrist. It was time for lunch, anyway.

The bell clang when Chester opened the door to Blue Rose—his favorite café—which, fortunately for him, wasn’t crowded despite lunch hour. “Welcome!” the café owner greeted as the customer came in. Though, upon realizing who the man behind the door was, the owner sighed. “Oh, it’s you.”

Chester’s eyebrows furrowed, creasing his forehead. “What do you mean by that, Caleb?” he hissed as he stepped towards the counter. The owner—Caleb—stood behind the counter, letting out a little cackle. Chester slumped onto the cashier, whining like a little baby.

“Another one of your superiors?” Caleb suggested. “The usual?”

“Yeah.”

Caleb’s fingers ran on the cashier machine, typing out the salaryman’s usual order. He tilted his head, motioning to the other waiter—Ray—to prepare Chester’s lunch. “Got it rough, huh?” Caleb initiated a small talk while showing the amount Chester needed to pay. “What’s it today?”

Chester huffed, taking out his wallet from the back pocket of his blue jeans. He pulled out his card, giving it to the café owner. “Failed my contract,” he explained, while Caleb accepted his card. Chester put his elbows on the countertop, supporting the weight of his head with his two hands. “This arsehole of an Alpha—I don’t understand why I was paired with him. He didn’t do jack! I singlehandedly carried this project, and another arse of a superior Alpha thought I was the problem.”

“Sounds rough,” Caleb said matter-of-factly, shoving the EDC machine to the brown-haired man. Chester typed in his PIN and gave it back to the café owner.

“Right?” Chester let out another sigh. He had been sighing a lot, lately. This project—where all his hard works were in vain—had been taking a toll on him; both mentally and physically. “I did everything, yet this spoiled Alpha can’t even bring the document when I told him to. You know what he said?”

“Mhm-hm?”

Chester slumped and buried his face on the countertop. Another long, defeated sigh escaped his mouth. “He said that I was the irresponsible one for having previous engagement right before finalizing the contract,” he said bitterly. “He said that he owed me nothing to listen to ‘such an Omega’ like me. Dang, how entitled can he be.”

“That’s crazy,” Caleb replied flatly. He moved to the coffee machine behind the counter, working on Chester’s coffee order.

Chester stood up finally, moving his bangs away from his forehead. “I hate all these Alphas,” he said, pouting like a kid. “I wish that everyone is Beta just like you and Ray.”

“Mhm-hm,” was Caleb’s only reply. He wove his hand, ushering the customer away. “Now, go back to your seat and wait like a good kid. I don’t need you loitering around here and get in my business’ way.”

Chester puffed his cheeks, sulking like a kid. “Cheap,” he whined, yet obediently found himself a seat near the window. He loved the seat near the window. From there, he could see various people on the road like an exhibit of humanity. The busy street contrasted the quietness of this café—which Chester enjoyed as he waited for his orders.

Not long after, his order finally came in. “Sorry for the wait,” greeted the waiter—which was supposed to be Ray. But it wasn’t. Chester tilted his head, drawn by the scent the waiter emitted. It was an entirely new man—

—And he was the type Chester hated the most.