The world is diverse and flourishing. Humanity has changed, and with it, brought in a new era of prosperity. Males and females still exist, but the spectrum from which humanity is cast has broadened. With the introduction of alpha, omega, and beta, humanity has evolved even further. 

In such a word, Dr. Andrew Knox, known environmental researcher, is happy being a beta male. It has made his life easier by being middle ground, and as much as some wish he was one way or the other, he’s happy being who he is. Thriving even. 

He works in a world renowned research facility. He makes friends easily, and his projects are always funded. He even found someone who he thinks he could end up marrying if things continue in the right direction. 

That, and the vacant house next to his apartment building gets bought by a new neighbour. A cute, but cautious omega who relies on Andrew as a beta for help. Andrew couldn’t be happier. He loves being a helper, and loves when people rely on him.

All in all, Andrew really thinks he has everything made. 

That is, until a research project with shoddy data is thrown back into his face that he has no recollection of working on, and all of his reputation disintegrates in between one heartbeat and the next. 

Heartbroken, it isn’t until Andrew wakes up, chained to a wall that everything becomes clear. He becomes a test subject to one of the scientists that he trusted. That he expected would never harm him. 

The life he had known, where he was a respected researcher was ripped out from underneath him. His identity and everything he’s ever known is stolen from him from a crazed researcher who he had trusted, maybe even loved. 

He has to relearn who he is, what he is, from scratch.
 
Thankfully, he has one person in his corner. He just never expected to have to rely on someone whose shoulders were so small.


This is an a/b/o story, and will have those tropes associated with it. I hope you enjoy :)

"Ollie! Flora! Are you up? Come down for breakfast!" Andrew called from downstairs, bouncing as he plated breakfast. Their youngest, Julian, was strapped to Andrew's chest. He would cry if he wasn't attached to either Maxwell or Andrew, a small blessing since the twins, when they were the same age, only wanted to be attached to Maxwell. 


It had made Andrew rather upset back then, but now he didn't mind. Little Julie liked Andrew a lot. 


"Coming Papa!" Andrew's heart warmed as he heard his daughter respond. Ollie didn't, but the boy came barreling around the corner, nearly slamming his body into the open doorway of the kitchen. His mischievous grin telling Andrew all that he needed to know. 


"Ollie! How many times have I warned you about sliding in the hallway?" Andrew put on his stern voice but Ollie just beamed at Andrew. He was too cute for his own good, and the boy knew it. 


Chapter 576 - Side story 6