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The Hierarchy of Power: A World of Instincts and Destiny 

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In this world, the path to power is not chosen—it is dictated by nature. From birth, every human is classified as a Beta, locked in a neutral state, neither dominant nor submissive. But upon reaching the pivotal age of eighteen, an evolutionary transformation awaits—one that can either elevate or chain a person to mediocrity. Alphas rise, Omegas awaken, and Betas remain unchanged.

Yet not all are fortunate enough to undergo this awakening. Some never ascend, their instincts forever dormant. Others emerge as either the revered Alphas or the coveted Omegas, destined to shape the world—or be shaped by it.

Beta 🅱️—The Forgotten Majority

Betas are the backbone of civilization—the ordinary in a world of the extraordinary. Those who fail to awaken remain in this state, forever subordinate to the more powerful Alphas. They do not possess the searing dominance of an Alpha nor the intoxicating allure of an Omega. Instead, they serve—civil servants, workers, and the faceless masses that keep society functioning.

Beta males are capable of reproduction but lack the carnal intensity of Alphas. Beta females, however, are barren—nature's cruel divide ensuring that only Omegas hold the power of creation. And should a Beta male ever sire a child with an Omega, that child will never become an Alpha. The hierarchy is absolute.

Alpha 🅰️—The Rulers Among Men

To be born an Alpha is to be born into power, privilege, and unparalleled dominance. Only males ascend to this elite status, their biology elevating them to a higher plane.

Strength. Leadership. Control. Alphas are genetically superior in both physique and presence—standing tall, their sculpted features radiating an aura of command. Their heightened senses allow them to detect the faintest pheromonal shifts in an Omega's presence, making them the ultimate hunters in a world where desire dictates destiny.

But an Alpha's true power lies beyond mere physicality. They exude an imperceptible force, an unshakable aura that compels submission. Betas defer, Omegas surrender. When an Alpha speaks, the world listens. When an Alpha commands, the world obeys.

To be an Alpha is to be worshiped.

Omega 🅾️—The Coveted and the Caged

Where Alphas rule, Omegas endure. Unlike Beta females, they alone have the power to conceive, making them both revered and vulnerable.

When an Omega enters their Heat, their body betrays them—pheromones saturate the air, an irresistible lure that only an Alpha can sense. And once an Alpha does, instinct takes over. Logic fades. Control shatters. A primal force awakens.

Omegas are ethereal in their beauty, their figures sculpted by nature itself to be the perfect counterpart to an Alpha's raw dominance. They are brilliant minds trapped in fragile bodies, their intelligence often overshadowed by their genetic role in this world. But where they lack in sheer strength, they excel in resilience—a silent defiance hidden beneath soft smiles and gentle eyes.

For Omegas, life is not their own. They are cherished, protected, possessed.

The Enigma of the Male Omega 🅾️Ⓜ️—A Disruption to the Natural Order

To be a male Omega is to be a phantom among men, a myth whispered in the darkest corners of society. The chances of such an anomaly are one in ten million, and when one is born, the world trembles.

They are the rarest of the rare.

A contradiction. A threat. A prize.

Male Omegas defy nature itself—possessing both the fragility of an Omega and the spirit of something more. Their existence unsettles the balance, for they are not merely coveted like their female counterparts. They are hunted.

The ruling High Alphas—the most powerful of their kind—eradicate them before they can disrupt the hierarchy. Their power is unknown, their potential untested. But that is precisely why they are feared.

Are they meant to be controlled? Or are they meant to rule?

The truth remains buried beneath centuries of secrecy, but one thing is certain:

A male Omega is never allowed to live freely.

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"Answer me! I'm talking to you, aren't I? Who is your master here?!"

Champ's voice thundered through the dimly lit alley, his sharp eyes locked onto the three trembling Beta males before him. The air was thick with tension, and the Beta men, their knees visibly shaking, dared not defy him.

"Y-you are, Champ!" one of them stuttered, his voice barely a whisper.

Champ's eyes darkened. Not good enough.

"What was that? Say it again!" he barked, grabbing the collar of the nearest Beta and yanking him forward, his grip tightening with controlled fury. He wasn't just asking for respect—he was demanding submission.

"Y-you are, Master Alpha Champ!" the man blurted out, squeezing his eyes shut as though bracing for impact.

A smirk crept onto Champ's lips. "Good. At least you know your place."

With that, he released the Beta, watching with amusement as the man stumbled back before turning on his heel and sprinting away. The other two quickly followed, disappearing into the night like frightened prey.

Champ merely grinned, relishing the sight of their retreat. 

Fear. 

Respect. 

Obedience. 

These were the things that defined an Alpha for him, and he was already making sure the world saw him as one.

At just seventeen years old, Champ is still technically a Beta. But he had long refused to accept that fate. While others waited for their eighteenth birthday to see whether they would awaken as an Alpha or remain a mere Beta, Champ had already chosen his destiny.

He trained harder than anyone, pushed his body beyond its limits, and molded himself into the ideal Alpha prototype. He had studied the patterns, observed the transformations, and concluded one undeniable truth—the stronger your dominance, the higher your chances of ascending and becoming an Alpha male.

Betas are weak. He would never allow himself to be weak.

Champ had always believed that those who remained Beta males past eighteen were helpless, invisible—nothing more than servants for real men, for Alphas. And he refused to be a part of that pathetic existence.

Alphas held power, status, and wealth—everything a man could ever want. If he had to force his body to evolve, he would. If he had to condition his mind to think, act, and breathe like an Alpha, so be it.

Tomorrow... Tomorrow is the day.

His eighteenth birthday. The moment of truth.

By law, he will have to undergo the Evaluation, where a specialist will determine his true classification. He had spent years preparing for this. There is no way he wouldn't emerge an Alpha.

"Tomorrow, I'll finally experience what it's like to be a true Alpha," Champ murmured to himself, his pulse thrumming with excitement. "I can't wait."

He turned on his heel, heading home with a newfound determination.

He would be an Alpha. He had to be.

The Night Before Destiny...

Back in his room, Champ stretched across his bed, sprawling out as though he already owned the space. Alphas took up room. Alphas dominated everything around them.

"What time should I set my alarm?" he mused aloud, staring at his phone screen. "Six AM should be good. That way, the moment I wake up, I'll already be an Alpha."

The thought sent an exhilarating shiver down his spine. He could already picture it—walking into the evaluation chamber, standing tall, the doctor confirming what he already knew. 

And once it is official?

He'd build his own clan. His own empire.

Betas would serve him. Obey him. Belong to him.

Grinning, he set his phone down by his pillow and rolled onto his back, spreading out like a king on his throne.

"Too hot in here," he muttered, kicking his blanket and pillows onto the floor in annoyance. Even in sleep, he trained himself to act like an Alpha. No need for comforts—he was built for strength.

Tomorrow, everything would change.

Tomorrow, the world would finally recognize him for what he was meant to be.

An Alpha.