In this world, you were born Lucky, and deemed superior as a Beta, whilst the Abnormal folk are branded Unlucky—whether Dominant, Recessive, or Dormant.

In this world, brimming with Betas, what are the chances that I, an Alpha by birth, an Abnormal and a Recessive at that, would begin to develop a womb?

In this world, where Betas act as predators, hunting and oppressing Abnormals like me, singling us out through pheromones, to whom could I turn for aid? Even if I were to take inhibitors to conceal my nature, the system was crafted not for Abnormals but for Normals, ensuring only Betas could prosper.

As prey to both Normals and Abnormals, the sole means for an Alpha to be revealed is through an Omega entering heat, thereby exposing their true nature. And I, being Recessive, was helpless before lust, for Recessives were considered the weakest of all sexes when it came to pheromones.

If Omegas ceased to enter heat, Betas would cease hunting Abnormals, sparing none of us from their intent to eradicate our kind.

I have survived years without being discovered, and so long as I continue my inhibitors, no Dominant Omega shall cause a womb to grow within me, nor shall any Beta uncover my true nature.

There is but one soul in this world whom I trust. Yet, alas, she too falls within the Abnormal Recessive category, much like myself. She is my confidant and comprehends my plight. Sadly, she is a puppeteer, and I, the puppet, walking willingly to my doom, to be slain by one of her own.

I loathe this world.