Icarus
I tapped the eraser of my pencil against my bottom lip, staring at the board as the Alpha teacher rambled on and on about whatever, but not really hearing what he was saying. As we were getting towards the middle of the year, semi-finals were done and over with, and right now it was kind of a leeway period. The teacher was basically going over things that we already knew so it didn’t make quite sense as to why we needed to be here right now. I guess they didn’t want us to forget anything while the few of us went on Christmas break.
I wanted to go back home for Christmas break, but I knew that was going to be impossible. There was only so much I could hide, and even though my parents knew about my plans, and what I have done, it doesn’t mean they agree with my logic. They think that I should just take what the world gives me, and go with it. It makes me sick to even think that I would have to bow down to someone just because they are stronger than me, or have the ability to suppress me because of their pheromones.
Over my dead body.
There are five different kinds of people in the world, and depending on which one you are decides your entire fate for the rest of your life. There is this hierarchy that has been in order for a very long time, and it makes me angry every time I even think about it. It is so sexist, and it plays only in the favor of one kind of person…
The Alphas.
There are two types of Alphas. The first type is known as a Dominant Alpha. A Dominant Alpha is the beast of all beasts, and though rarer, they are a force to be reckoned with. They have strong pheromones and at will, they have the capability of controlling anyone with these pheromones, even weaker Alphas. It was a scary thought indeed to even imagine someone having that kind of control over me. There are many Dominant Alphas at this school, but it is forbidden for them to use their pheromones on anyone in that sort of way. It could easily get them expelled. Dominant Alphas’ canines are always elongated so it is easier to tell them apart. You don’t really notice until they open their mouths, and then you just want to steer clear of them.
Then, you have the Recessive Alphas. Although all Alphas are people to be wary of, it isn’t the same as dealing with a Dominant one. Even though their pheromones are strong, it is nowhere near like a Dominants, and they don’t possess the ability to control others using it. Their sharp canines only appear when they are in rut, but it is quite rare to see someone like that here in the school because if they are in rut, they are locked away in their rooms for the entire time.
Betas are the next in line, but they are much different. Betas don’t have any pheromones, nor can they be marked. They are basically like any normal human and are basically just there to be an Alpha’s lackey. Although they get treated poorly, it is nowhere near like what is done to them.
Omegas are at the bottom of the food train. Omegas are seen to serve Alphas and produce babies, keep the house tidied, and be at the Alpha’s beck and call. Although some laws have passed in the past twenty years that give Omegas more freedom, it is nothing like what is done for Alphas. Omegas are still treated poorly, and get sexually assaulted at any given moment. If an Omega were to go into heat and an Alpha attack them, it would be the Omega’s fault, and then they would end up being tied down by that Alpha. It sickened me to think that Omegas were treated like this, and I wish there was something I could do to stop it.
There are two types of Omegas just like the Alphas. The first one is a Recessive Omega. Recessive Omegas are beautiful, and are seen as ‘proper breeding’. A very disgusting term if you ask me. They have very strong pheromones that they are able to control, but it is ten times worse while in heat. If they don’t take their suppressants, it can lead to bad things. They also have canines much smaller than an Alphas, but only come out while in heat for the most part. Recessive Omegas are seen as an Alpha’s ‘perfect’ toy.
And then, there were Dominant Omegas. Dominant Omegas are few and far between, even more so than Dominant Alphas, but this is the scary part. Dominant Omegas have very weak pheromones, and mainly only come out while in heat. They have sharp canines all the time but are much smaller than an Alphas. Because of these attributes, many Dominant Omegas are thought to be Alphas because they do not look like a normal Omega would – such as the Recessive Omegas. Dominant Omegas are beautiful, but many are tall and muscular, which doesn’t fit the narrative of an Omega.
“Hey! Icarus!” I heard someone whispering my name.
I glanced over and saw one of my best friends whispering to me, no doubt tired of the teacher as well. Since coming here nearly three and a half years ago, I’ve only made two friends. The first one is Xavier Jonas who isn’t in class with us. He is a Recessive Alphas, and we have been friends since pretty much the beginning. He is tall, about six-five, with a tan and muscular body. Xavier’s short brown hair is normally rumpled on top of his head, and his eyes were the color of green moss. Although he was Recessive, Xavier was pretty much liked by everyone, and it didn’t really surprise me either. Xavier is an ideal Alpha, and anyone would be lucky to have him.
And then there is the jerk whispering to me now.
Lucas Wilkins is everything that I didn’t want to be friends with, but over the years, he’s grown on me. Lucas is a Dominant Alpha, but he doesn’t act like it. Lucas is about six-four, with tan skin and a lean, muscular body he had from swimming. His short blonde hair was in vibrant curls on the top of his head, and his eyes were a smoky grey. Lucas is what you would call an upbeat, popular guy and nothing ever seems to bring him down.
He’s also a bit of a troublemaker as well.
“What?” I mumbled, glancing at the clock, seeing it was about time to leave.
“Did you hear?” Lucas asked me, a weird look on his face, “I guess another Omega was posing as an Alpha at this company and then went into heat. The police had to pretty much sedate everyone in the building because of this guy. I feel sort of bad for him, but isn’t it dangerous for an Omega to do something like that?”
My body felt tense, but I knew I needed to just play it off, “I’m not sure. Maybe he needed the job.”
Lucas huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back in his chair, “I don’t know. What Omega really needs to get a job? They can find a good, suitable Alpha and then they would have it made. They wouldn’t need to worry about working.”
My jaw clenched, hating hearing this but it was normal for Alphas, “I don’t know. Some people do crazy things to live their life. Maybe he didn’t want to be tied down by an Alpha.”
Lucas sighed, running his fingers through his tousled hair, “I guess you’re right. I would treat my Omega right though so they wouldn’t have to go out and get a job. Is that what you would do, Icarus?”
“If that’s what they wanted,” I replied smoothly.
I wanted this conversation to end already, but I know it can be a hassle with Lucas. As he rambled on and on about Omegas, I just stared off into space, trying to calm my nerves. I knew exactly what he was saying, but we all have our reasons for doing what we do.
I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling my blood running hot through my veins.
Why do I say that though?
Well…
My name is Icarus Stone, and I am a Dominant Omega who has been pretending to be an Alpha for the past three and a half years at this elite Alpha Academy where only Alphas are permitted to attend. I didn’t want to live by the rules that they had placed upon Omegas, making it hard to do anything in life besides being an Alpha’s bitch, but I have made it work. The suppressants I take make me an Alpha, and I have lived by that standard and I don’t plan on changing it any time soon.
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