WARNING

this is a BL (Boys Love) Boy x Boy story

this is set in an omegaverse universe

usage of profanity and strong language

contains nsfw content

— nsfw content can be skipped while not affecting your reading

— will mark (◆) or put a warning for each chapter that includes suggestive themes.

( reader discretion is advised )

Story by: @sutanmu (Sutan ✦)
Started: June 1, 2024

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Liev's POV

The manner in which we enter the world determines our sex and all the other things that are associated with it is as if the whole universe is throwing a dice. It is sort of similar to a universal gamble where one may become female one minute and male the other, born into varying families either rich or poor. Just like with any game of chance, depending on your luck only carries you so far; real success happens when you know how to take advantage of circumstances that arise.

Then there's this whole other layer to it, something they call a second gender. A 'second gender' is a category the society assigns to people which goes beyond just male or female. This is about the way you were born but still, it is not about the chromosomes although it may involve changes in the body and behavior. It is at around thirteen years old that most teenagers experience all that puberty chaos. But at this point it now gets differentiated forming alphas, betas, and omegas according to some tests we took in eighth grade.

Betas are the regular Joes, living their lives without all the drama of heat cycles and pheromones. They make up about 80% of the population.

Omegas are rarely encountered and known for having such strange heat cycles that almost determine how they conduct their affairs daily. They exude a sort of magnetic scent known as 'pheromones', that attracts others to them not unlike bees to honey whenever they come into season, making their condition known to many people. However, off-season periods could be quite challenging considering the great discrimination they face.

Then there are those who are called alphas. They possess by birth an inherent attractiveness and are usually the most influential persons indeed, making others hold them in high esteem. Yet all their toughness will vanish at the slightest aroma of omega heat and even the most self-controlled alphas cannot resist it.

Apparently, I'm one of them—No I mean...

I'm an Alpha.

Though,

Am I really?

I still can't get it over my head. I doubt if I'm really one since I'm different from the rest. I'm not that interested in other genders and they don't really affect me.

Am I really built differently? Or is it just me thinking I'm different?

I'm just confusing myself, aren't I?

The f*ck am I on about?

No, no wait, well, according to the test, I'm supposed to be an alpha, just like my dad and sister. But I'm not really that into all this second gender stuff. While it is true that there are individuals who I admire on my part; their gender hardly counts when it comes to how I feel about them. Also, I won't try to start anything like that with anyone even if I happen to like them. Not when I'm just a seventeen-year-old kid, still relying on my parents for cash. It feels a bit too much to be splurging on someone else when I'm not even footing the bill myself. I've got a part-time gig, sure, but I mostly stash that money away for my mom. It's probably better for Mom to keep it rather than for me to hold onto it. I don't buy stuff unless it's absolutely necessary, so it'll likely just sit there and rot if I keep it.

As for being an alpha, well, I'm not exactly Mr. Popular at school. They even think I'm just another beta.

Perhaps my physical appearance is the only thing that portrays me as an "alpha". I stand at about six feet tall and have strong jaws, sharp canines, piercing eyes, and a pointy nose. But,...I mean who are we kidding? I don't really take good care of myself at all. My hair's always a mess, my face looks like it's in a perpetual state of exhaustion with these eye bags, dry lips, and the occasional acne breaking out now and then. Hence it is not surprising that they don't view me in that light considering that I appear to have been lacking in care from my side despite having all alpha features.

And sure, I can handle myself pretty well, but that's mostly because my parents let me do my own thing and figure stuff out on my own. It's not like I'm some dominant force or anything—although my family seems to think so. But isn't that just par for the course for every parent out there, doting on their kids and seeing them through rose-colored glasses?

The school bell rang, signaling the end of class. The teacher left, and the students bid him goodbye. It was lunchtime, and the classroom buzzed with chatter as everyone stood up, grabbing their lunchboxes or wallets if they planned to brave the ten floors down to the cafeteria.

Redd Sinclair and Irwin Mckay, my friends and fellow Betas, were seated in front of the classroom. Irwin rummaged through his bag, searching for his wallet, while Redd, already prepared with his wallet in his chest pocket, headed towards the back of the class where I am and Raziel Obringer—another Beta, was seated. Irwin followed once he found his wallet.

"Liev~" Redd called, his voice drawing my attention as I slouched over my desk, stuffing papers and pens into my bag. I glanced at him briefly before returning to my task, making sure everything was in its place.

Ziel is lounged beside the window, my left seatmate. His hoodie's long sleeves covered his hands, which rested on his stomach as he eyed me lazily. "Where are you eating?" he asked, his tone suggesting that my decision would determine our lunch plans.

I zipped my bag and sat upright, meeting Ziel's expectant gaze. I was about to answer when I noticed Redd who already stood beside me, a hopeful look on his face as he angled for a spot on my chair.

Irwin, blocked by Redd, leaned forward to see us all.

"Are you guys heading down?" Irwin asked.

I reached for my lunchbox hanging on the hook of my desk, shifting slightly to give Redd space to sit. "I brought my lunch today, so I'll just stay here," I replied, placing the lunchbox on my desk and bending down to get my tumbler.

Redd plopped down beside me and unzipped my lunchbox with a mischievous grin as if the lunchbox was his. Ziel's cheeky smile indicated his readiness to join the plunder.

"What did you bring?" Ziel chuckled, clearly anticipating a snack.

I watched them rummage through my lunchbox, my tumbler resting on my thighs. Their gleeful expressions were almost comical. And here's my forehead creasing as my eyebrows furrowed.

My mother should really know that she's not only feeding me and my sister's mouth but also two more assholes.

"Damn," I muttered as Ziel grabbed the Yakult, pushing himself back so he could stand before draping an arm over Irwin's shoulder, using the pretext of leaving with him to make his escape.

Irwin laughed at the antics, shaking his head. "Let's go, Irwin," Ziel said, guiding him towards the exit.

I sighed, placing my tumbler on the desk with exaggerated care, resigning myself to their antics.

After Irwin and Ziel left, the classroom quieted down, leaving only me, Redd, and a couple of other classmates behind. Redd had already dug into some snacks he found in my lunchbox, munching away contentedly. I set out my bento, ready to eat, when I noticed something out of place on Ziel's desk—his wallet. He must have forgotten it in his hurry to slip away with Irwin.

"Ah, how is he going to buy anything?" I muttered aloud, the realization dawning on me—contemplating if I should be kind to run after them so we won't have to go back for it or just leave it be as if I didn't notice anything since he owes me for taking my Yakult.

"Buy what?" Redd asked, his mouth still full of my snacks. He hadn't caught on yet.

"Ziel left his wallet," I said, not looking up as Redd leaned over my shoulder to see for himself.

Redd stopped munching and jumped off his seat, the urgency of the situation finally hitting him. If Ziel and Irwin had already taken the stairs, it would be a long way down.

"Do you want me to take it to him?" Redd offered, surprising me that it lifted my eyebrows. He usually hated the long trek down the stairs or the wait for the elevator.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yeah, I got it," Redd insisted, grabbing the wallet and heading out quickly to catch up with the others.

I'm left with 2 other classmates. A guy at the front of the room was silently absorbed in something on his phone, earphones plugged in. Across the room, a girl had already started eating her lunch.

The silence was only broken by the occasional clink of utensils against lunchboxes. It was peaceful, just the way I liked it. Most students preferred eating in the cafeteria, even those who brought their own lunch, since they could gather around larger tables and chat without a care.

But I valued this quiet. It took too much time and effort to go to the cafeteria, and I preferred to spend my time more productively. After eating, I could watch something or play games if I'm lucky that Redd and the others won't disturb me. Don't get me wrong—I like hanging with them. It's just I also like and value my alone time. Also a way to charge my social battery before I interact with others again.

"Thank you for the food," I murmured, a small prayer before picking up my spoon and starting to eat.

As I ate, my thoughts drifted to past semesters when I was more of a loner. Back then, eating in the classroom had been a dilemma because everyone else went to the cafeteria, leaving me alone if I stayed behind. Not knowing if it was okay to eat here instead of going to the cafeteria meant dealing with crowds and the hassle of finding a spot for just myself. I'd regret the time and effort spent getting there, given that I was always alone and I didn't need to buy anything since I always brought my own lunch—I think it was a waste of time. Especially when I had to wait for the elevators or walk ten floors if it was jammed.

My intimidating aura kept people at a distance, despite my so-called "normal" looks. I had joined the class late, assigned to the wrong room initially, and by the time I settled in, social circles were already formed—I didn't get the chance to approach them either. It was a struggle trying to read their energies that have different vibes for me to fit in. Not even talking to me made me think that it would be difficult to join them in the first place—I wasn't sure if they would accept me or not. I also didn't want to bother or spoil their mood if we didn't click.

I ended up near the plug, to charge my gadgets if they lost battery, I had no other stuff to be busy instead of, so I started becoming known as the guy always busy with his laptop or phone. Group assignments were the worst; I hated the uncertainty of finding a group willing to take me in.

Everything changed with a class project. The leaders were struggling, progress was stagnant, and my frustration grew. Finally, I took charge, surprising everyone with the 'laptop guy''s ability to actually lead. Though honestly, I just wanted it all to be over so I could finally go home.

After that, they started inviting me into their circles, but their conversations—mostly gossip—left me feeling out of place. I finished my meals quickly, unable to join discussions about topics I had no interest in, and wished they'd hurry back to class since it might look disrespectful to return by myself when they invited me.

Then I met Redd. He was humming a song I recognized, and we clicked. He invited me to join his circle, and through him, I met Irwin, who recognized me from the train—I didn't know we rode the same train, and Ziel, who shared my interest in games.

"Hmm?" What is that?

My thoughts were interrupted by a faint, familiar scent—something like... oranges?

My nose twitched as I tried to concentrate and identify the smell.

I looked around to see if someone nearby was eating oranges, thinking maybe I had missed it. But it was just the three of us.

If the scent was that strong, could it be... pheromones?

I glanced around the classroom and, somehow by instinct, I knew the girl eating was the source.

"An omega...?" I whispered to myself.

What's more, are they in heat?

I'm not that familiar with everyone here. I only started to get to know people after I began hanging out with Redd and the others.

I glanced over at the other guy. He didn't seem to notice anything was wrong—he must be a beta.

I started running through my options. Should I go over to her? I'm an alpha—could be risky. But I can't just stand here and do nothing.

Who knows when the other alphas will come back and notice it? It could turn into a disaster if things spiral out of control. But then again, I'm an alpha myself. Isn't this... bad?

I stood up slowly, my mind a battlefield of conflicting thoughts.

'What should I do?' I asked myself again.

The girl began breathing heavily, her body curling up as if melting into her seat. Her skin flushed red, and she seemed to be weakening rapidly.

I began to approach her, trying my best to conceal my pheromones. It'd be dangerous if she got overwhelmed by them.

Even as I tried to figure out how to help, I couldn't stop thinking about what to say, and how to approach someone in heat.

My thoughts were a tangled mess. I needed to clear my head or I'd be swept up in this even though I'm not usually affected by them, I'm still an Alpha. Who knows when I might lose control? And I definitely don't want to appear like some hungry, uncontrollable beast, especially when my situation in class is finally starting to improve.

I shook my head, trying to pull myself together. I was right behind her now, and she looked like she could barely hold on. I reached out to tap her shoulder.

"Hey, are yo—"

Before I could finish, a hand slapped mine away. Surprised, I looked up to see a smaller, blonde man with a confused, slightly angry expression.

Ah...? Why is he looking at me like that?





Did I mess up?