🧪 PHYSIOLOGY EXAMINATION RESULTS 🧪

Hormonal Analysis:

Testosterone: 0/30

Estradiol: 30/30

(Explanation: Testosterone is the hormone most associated with Alpha males, responsible for dominance, aggression, and physical prowess. Estradiol, however, is more prevalent in Omega individuals and plays a role in emotional sensitivity, pheromone production, and reproductive function.)

➡ Rating Scale: Low testosterone levels but high estradiol indication.

Scent Identification:

Pheromone Sensitivity and Recognition: 15/15

(Explanation: This test measures how well an individual can detect and respond to pheromones. Alphas have a heightened sense of smell for Omega pheromones, while Omegas respond more strongly to Alpha scents.)

Physical Examination:

Glandular Sensitivity: 7/7

(Explanation: Specialized glands regulate pheromone production. High sensitivity indicates a strong pheromonal output—one of the key traits of an Omega.)

➡ Rating Scale: High indicator of glandular activity, implying heightened pheromone production sensitivity.

Reaction to External Stimuli:

Scent Changes ✅

Pupil Dilation ✅

Skin Flushing ✅

Overall Confirmation Rating:

50 out of 50 points

➡ High confirmation likelihood of being Omega.

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My breath hitched.

I read it again.

50 out of 50. High confirmation likelihood... of being Omega.

Omega.

I... failed?

My blood turned ice cold.

My hands trembled.

This had to be a mistake. There was no way. No. Way.

I clenched my fists, my jaw tightening so hard I thought my teeth might crack.

No.

I trained. I worked. I fought. I dominated.

I was supposed to be an Alpha. I was born to be an Alpha.

I swallowed hard, my voice rough and uneven.

"...What is this?"

Uncle Henry didn't answer right away. He just stared at me—his expression was unreadable.

Finally, he slid a pen across the desk.

"This is the official certification form," he said quietly and showed me a piece of paper that certifies me as an Omega being.

My fingers curled into my palms.

I didn't move.

I couldn't.

Because in that moment, my entire world came crashing down.

I swallowed hard, my eyes wide as I stared at the test results.

"Uncle Henry... this isn't real," I said, my voice shaking. "This has to be a joke! There's no way!"

My hands clenched into fists, trembling with barely contained rage. I wanted to grab him, shake him, demand a different answer. But he is my uncle, my only family left. I couldn't bring myself to do it.

"What you're seeing is the truth, Champ," Uncle Henry said, his voice solemn. "I hate to admit it, but the tests confirm it. You're not an Alpha. You're not even a Beta. You're a full Omega—and not just any Omega, but an extremely rare  and mythical male Omega."

"No!" I growled. "That's not possible! I'm male! I was supposed to be either Beta or Alpha! I'd rather be a Beta at this point! Omegas are supposed to be female!"

"This is a rare genetic anomaly," Uncle Henry explained. "It could be that your mother's Omega DNA was incredibly strong, influencing your body's development despite your father being an Alpha."

I shook my head furiously. "No, no, NO! This can't be happening! I did everything you told me to do! I trained, I worked out, I acted like an Alpha before I even turned eighteen! I—"

I stopped mid-sentence.

My body went cold as a horrifying realization struck me.

"Wait," I whispered. "Are you saying that means...?"

Uncle Henry met my gaze, his expression grim.

"Yes," he said quietly. "Since you're an Omega, your body has the ability to conceive. If an Alpha mates with you during your heat stage, you will become pregnant."

A chill ran down my spine. Pregnant.

I stumbled back a step, nearly tripping over the chair behind me.

"I—I won't allow it!" I shouted. "I refuse to be an Omega! There's no way—I can't—"

"I know," Uncle Henry said softly. "And I understand. I've seen what Omegas Females go through—I saw what your mother went through. I don't want you to suffer the same fate."

My chest tightened. My mother.

I had never met my mother and had disappeared before I was old enough to remember. And finding my mother is one of the biggest reasons I wanted to become an Alpha.

"Uncle, I needed to be an Alpha!" I said desperately. "I was supposed to use the ring's scent to track my mother! Mom disappeared before I could even understand what happened! And now my father is gone too... Being an Alpha was my only way!"

"I know how you feel, Champ," Uncle Henry said, his expression heavy with sorrow. "I want to find your mom too. I know your Omega mother is still alive somewhere. That one wouldn't give up so easily as long as your mom knows you are still alive. But I can't turn you into an Alpha. That's something that can never change."

I clenched my teeth so hard my jaw ached.

"So that's it, then?" I whispered. "I'm just... an Omega? A weak, submissive Omega? How am I supposed to protect myself? How do I keep myself from being—" I choked on my words, unable to even say it.

Uncle Henry sighed. "We can't change what you are, but I can help you suppress your Omega hormones. There's a way."

He stood up and walked over to a locked vault in the corner of his office. After keying in a code, the heavy steel door clicked open.

Inside, there was a case filled with syringes.

He took one out and handed it to me.

I turned it in my hand, reading the label.

SupprOmega.

"A suppressant?" I muttered.

"Yes," Uncle Henry confirmed. "This will stop your body from entering heat. It suppresses your pheromone production and prevents the... symptoms."

Heat.

I swallowed back the bile rising in my throat. Omegas in heat lose control. They crave Alphas.

I would rather die than experience that.

"How often do I take this?" I asked.

"Only once per heat cycle," Uncle Henry said. "But be careful—taking more than one dose can knock you unconscious for a full day, and repeated overdosing may make you immune to it entirely. If that happens, the suppressant will stop working. And when you run out, you have to come back to me. I need to monitor your body's reaction."

I exhaled sharply, gripping the syringe tighter.

I had one chance to keep myself under control. One.

"What about my body?" I asked after a moment.

Uncle Henry hesitated. "What do you mean?"

I forced myself to ask. "Will I still look... like this?"

His expression softened, and for the first time, I saw genuine sympathy in his eyes.

"Right now, you still have the physique of an Alpha because of your training," he admitted. "But over time, your body will begin changing. You might not get any shorter, but you won't grow any taller either. Your skin will become smoother, your muscle mass will lessen, and your facial structure will soften."

I froze.

Everything I had worked for—**my strength, my appearance, my dominance—**was going to fade.

My fists clenched at my sides. I wanted to scream. I wanted to break something.

This is not fair. This is not what I wanted!

I refused to be weak. I refused to be controlled.

"I don't care how hard it is," I finally said, voice cold. "I'll do whatever it takes to suppress this."

Uncle Henry nodded solemnly. "I expected you'd say that."

But just as I thought our conversation was over, he hesitated.

And then he said something that made my blood run cold.

"Champ... there's something else you need to know," he said, his tone deadly serious. "No one must ever find out that you are a male Omega."

I stiffened. "I wasn't planning to tell anyone. But why?"

Uncle Henry leaned forward, his eyes sharp and unyielding.

"If the Prime Minister or the Alpha King finds out what you are... we don't know what they'll do." His voice dropped to a near whisper. "They may have you executed."

I inhaled sharply.

Executed?

The world blurred for a second. My heartbeat thundered in my ears.

"If the government finds out, you could be taken in secret and erased," Uncle Henry continued. "We don't know why they fear male Omegas, but what we do know is that they don't let them live. You must never introduce yourself to them. Your life depends on it."

I stared at him, my entire body trembling.

Was this the real reason why male Omegas were so rare? Were they... hunted down?

Silence hung between us.

I took a deep, shaky breath, then exhaled slowly.

I refused to be weak. I refused to be hunted.

If the world is going to see me as an Omega...

Then I would become the first male Omega to rule over them all.

My fists clenched, my nails digging into my palm.

"I am Champ."

"And if I am an Omega, then I will be the first Omega to rise to the top."

End of Chapter 1