"In this world, there are only two genders, male and female. But… yeah, they're split again into several types: Omega, Alpha, and Beta. In rare cases, there's also Enigma.
Male or female, Omegas are usually more fragile, easier to influence, and—believe it or not—they can get pregnant. Sounds impossible, but that's just how this system works.
Alphas, whether male or female, are naturally stronger and more dominant, easily influencing Omegas and impregnating them. Even a female Alpha can make a male Omega pregnant.
As for Betas, they're just normal. They don't get influenced by either side, but that doesn't mean they can't get someone pregnant—or be pregnant themselves. That's the whole gist of this world, called OMEGAVERSE (ABO).
Basically, the impossible becomes possible here.
And this story starts with Finn—an Omega born into a messed-up family. His father's nothing but a lackey for some mafia boss, and his mother's a prostitute who already left them a long time ago.
Since elementary school, Finn's been through hell. He dropped out, and now he spends his time working part-time jobs just to take care of his little brother."
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"Piyo, eat first or you'll starve at work later."
I'm Finn, a male Omega who had to quit school just to keep me and my little brother alive. Piyo is only five.
"I'm not hungry, big bro…" Piyo whines.
Sighing, I gently pull him onto my lap.
"If you wanna be strong and grow big later, you need to eat more, Piyo," I say softly.
"When I'm big, I'll protect you, big bro. I promise." He lifts up his tiny pinky, looking so damn cute.
"Alright, Piyo," I reply to his sweet words. Even though life feels heavy every single day, every time I see his smile, all my burdens kinda fade away.
"Okay, Piyo, let's put on your warm clothes and come with me to work." I help him into his coat.
"Alright! I won't make you mad at work later," he says with that small, innocent voice.
Kissing his cheek, I smile. "Good boy, let's go."
"Hehehe!" He giggles cutely as I kiss him again.
I carry my brother and head to work. Dad didn't come home last night, which means the house is safe for now. Better to leave than risk him showing up drunk again.
It's autumn and kinda cold, not the best season to bring Piyo out, but it's safer than leaving him home alone. At least with warm clothes, he'll be fine.
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At work:
I work at a convenience store. My boss and the others are already used to me bringing Piyo, and they even play with him to keep him from being bored.
When I arrive, I drop Piyo off near the cashier with my friend who gladly watches him. Then I head to the storage room to restock the shelves.
Stacking goods, filling empty racks, helping customers—that's my whole day from morning till night.
I move fast, placing items on the racks when suddenly I notice a group of guys standing behind me, staring like they're analyzing me.
"Hey, you work here, right?" one of them asks in this cocky tone.
"Uh, yeah. Can I help you with something?" I answer politely.
"You're one fine Omega, aren't you? Pretty, too," he says with a creepy smile.
I ignore him and keep working, pretending like nothing happened. But that only makes them bolder.
"Don't play hard to get, sweetheart. We're good guys, promise." His hand suddenly creeps onto my waist, trying to touch me.
I quickly pull away, but they're Alphas. The moment they release their pheromones, it hits me hard—my body weakens, heat rising, arousal creeping in.
I grip the rack for support, but their smirks get nastier as they step closer.
"P-Please… don't come near me… or I-I'll scream!" My voice trembles, barely audible.
They just grin, flooding me with even stronger pheromones. "Come on, baby. Nobody's gonna save you now."
"T-HELP! Someone, please!" My voice cracks as they close in. Curling myself up, fear takes over.
BANG!!
A loud crash shakes the aisle.
I open my eyes, only to see those bastards on the ground, tied up and trembling under the overwhelming pheromones of… someone.
A tall, broad figure stands behind them. Dark hair. His pheromones are sharp, dominating, and they instantly spark something deep in me, heat flaring inside.
"Get lost, or I'll end you right here," his voice booms, dangerous yet controlled.
The creeps scramble away, tails tucked. The pheromone storm slowly fades, but the fire inside me doesn't.
Trying to stand, I realize the bulge down below has already grown hard. Embarrassed, I cover it quickly with my hands.
"T-Thanks…" I mutter, my face burning.
He steps closer, and chills race down my spine.
"You might wanna head to the bathroom for… that," he says with a sly glance at my lower half.
My face turns crimson. "Y-Yeah, I know! Just… thanks for earlier!" My words spill out, awkward and pissed at myself.
He just chuckles lowly. His laugh… damn, it's addicting. He ruffles my hair like I'm some kid, making me feel like a total joke.
"And what's the name of this sweet little guy?" His tone sounds teasing, but not threatening.
"…Finn. And you?"
"Finn? Beautiful name. Fits someone like you perfectly." His teasing smirk makes my heart race and my cheeks flare. Weakly, I punch his shoulder, though it barely does anything.
"Aww, sorry, sorry. Hahaha!" He keeps laughing.
"If you're just here to make fun of me, I'm leaving!" I snap, turning toward the restroom. But then, his big hand grabs my arm gently, stopping me.
"Wait. I haven't told you my name… It's Veyra. Hope we meet again." His tone is playful, mischievous.
"Whatever…" I mutter, cheeks still burning as I storm off to the toilet to deal with my "problem."
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