"Fuck… I don't believe there's love in this world anymore. She cheated on me with some old bastard… this isn't fair."
Ceres buried his face into his pillow, sobbing. He had just tasted his first betrayal—and it felt like it would also be his last. His life was about to change forever, though he had no idea what awaited him.
Eventually, exhaustion pulled him under, and he drifted into sleep.
The next morning, he woke to the sound of waves and the smell of salt in the air. He was lying on a shoreline, the sea stretching endlessly before him.
"Oh… am I still dreaming? But it feels so real…" he muttered, rubbing his eyes and yawning.
"This place is too perfect. Maybe I should just sleep a little longer." He lay back down, closing his eyes.
A voice suddenly cut through the quiet.
"Who are you? And what are you doing in our pack's territory?"
Ceres jolted upright. His eyes widened as he took in the sight before him—a man with dusky skin, wolf ears twitching atop his head, and a tail swaying lazily behind him. The stranger was half-naked, clothed only in a rough cloth tied from his waist to his knees.
Ceres scrambled to his feet, standing warily.
"Wow… who are you? And why are you in my dream?" he asked, blinking rapidly.
"I heard somewhere that if we see someone in a dream, it means we've met them once in real life… but I don't remember ever meeting you."
He frowned in confusion, only to flinch when the man leaned closer, sniffing him.
"What are you? Omega or Beta?"
"Omega? Beta? I'm human! My name's Ceres… and what kind of dream is this?"
But as minutes dragged on, a horrifying realization settled in—this wasn't a dream. Everything felt too real.
Panic surged through him, and he threw himself back onto the sand, eyes shut tight, desperately trying to wake up.
The wolf-man frowned, tilting his head.
"What's wrong, human? Are you dead?" he asked, squatting beside Ceres with genuine confusion.
It took ten long minutes for Ceres to accept the truth: he wasn't waking up. Somehow, he had been transported to another world.
A world ruled by the omegaverse, where people were classified as Alpha, Omega, Beta, or even Enigma. The man's words still echoed in his head.
"So… do you know how I can go back to my world?" Ceres asked cautiously.
"I don't. But do you have a mate? If not, then be mine. There's no omega in any beast clan as beautiful as you."
Heat rose to Ceres' cheeks, though he quickly forced himself to stay calm.
"What's a mate? I don't want one. I don't even have one… I'm completely single. Just got betrayed, actually. And—what's your name?"
"My name's Ogar."
Before Ceres could respond, Ogar scooped him up with ease, as if he weighed nothing.
"Hey! Don't pick me up like that—it hurts my pride," Ceres grumbled, though his arms instinctively wrapped around Ogar's neck.
At nineteen, with blond hair, milky skin, and an innocent face framed by his short stature, Ceres was striking in a way that drew attention.
Ogar's interest didn't surprise him, and oddly enough, Ceres wasn't opposed to the idea of a relationship with a man.
Ogar carried him into the forest and eventually set him down in a clearing before shifting into his wolf form.
"Come on, hop on," Ogar said.
Ceres obediently climbed onto his back, clinging to his fur as they traveled.
When they reached the pack's settlement, wolves turned to stare in shock.
Ogar, one of their own, was carrying a human—a delicate boy who, to their eyes, looked every bit like an omega.
"Ogar… where did you find such a cute omega?" one wolf asked, stepping closer.
Ceres swallowed nervously. 'Why are they all looking at me like this?'
He slid down from Ogar's back, glancing around. The pack lived among the mountains, with caves carved into stone as their homes. But the alphas' gazes on him were unnerving—possessive, hungry.
Because he was unmarked, he was vulnerable. An open treasure chest. Several alphas began to approach, their intentions obvious.
But Ogar immediately shifted back into his human form, wrapping an arm tightly around Ceres' waist. His sharp gaze swept over the crowd, cold and commanding.
"Stay away. He is my omega."
The other alphas froze under his glare and backed down instantly.
"Let's go, Ceres. I'll take you to my chamber," Ogar said firmly.
Ceres nodded, relief washing over him. Ogar was the only one who seemed to understand—even if only slightly—that Ceres wasn't from this world.
Inside Ogar's cave, Ceres found simple but functional furniture. A bed of stone softened by grass and moss. A pillow made of the same. A table and chairs carefully carved from rock.
"Wow… you guys really live like… wild men? Wait—what do you even eat?" Ceres asked.
"Meat. We hunt animals," Ogar replied simply.
Ceres blinked, unsure whether to laugh or cry. It was surreal.
Then, a chilling realization struck him. This was exactly like a BL omegaverse novel he had once read—Beauty and the Beast.
In it, one omega was courted by five alphas, each from a different clan. The omega himself had been from the bunny clan.
And Ogar… Ogar was clearly ML-1, the first alpha to meet the main character.
Which meant four more alphas were out there, waiting.
But there was one problem—Ceres wasn't the main character. He wasn't even from this world. He wasn't supposed to exist here at all.
"Ceres, this is our chamber. We'll sleep together, and I'll mark you soon," Ogar said, releasing a wave of pheromones that made Ceres' stomach twist.
Ceres stepped back quickly. "Ogar… I think it'd be better if you gave me another room. How can we live together when we're not even in a relationship?"
He knew exactly what Ogar intended. But in the story, Ogar's true mate—the omega—was from the bunny clan. Which meant Ceres had no role here. No future.
A cold pit formed in his stomach as he realized the truth: he was nothing more than a stranger in someone else's story.
Ogar cupped Ceres' cheeks with both hands, his touch firm yet careful.
"What are you saying? Why would I send you to another room when I want you to be my mate?" His voice was steady, his eyes sharp and unyielding.
"I—I'm not your mate!" Ceres blurted, stumbling back, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts.
His chest still ached from the night before, from crying until his body gave out. The wound of betrayal was fresh, raw, and now the cold air bit into him with every inhale, weighing down his lungs.
He shivered—not only from the chill, but from the intensity of Ogar's gaze, from the sheer strangeness of this world that pressed in on him from all sides.
Ceres began rubbing his arms, his body trembling. A sudden chill seeped into his bones, making him feel as if he were about to freeze.
"What's happening to you, Ceres?" Ogar's voice carried a note of alarm as he rushed toward him.
The moment his hands touched Ceres, his expression darkened. Ceres' skin was scorching hot—he was burning with a fever.
Ceres' eyelids grew heavy, his vision blurring until he finally collapsed into Ogar's arms. His trembling hands clenched weakly at Ogar's chest, as if trying to hold on.
Ogar swiftly scooped Ceres into his arms and laid him carefully onto the bed.
Without wasting a moment, he summoned the pack's doctor—Kayran, a strikingly beautiful omega and Ogar's childhood friend.
Kayran rushed into the chamber, his face etched with worry. But the moment he saw Ogar standing there unharmed, his tension eased.
Then his gaze fell upon the pale figure lying on Ogar's bed.
Kayran's expression darkened. His jaw tightened, teeth gritting as his fists curled at his sides.
"Ogar, who is this?" Kayran asked, stepping closer.
He clung to Ogar's arm, releasing a wave of pheromones in a desperate attempt to draw his attention. But Ogar's gaze never wavered from Ceres.