CalyB

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 :)

(BL)Alpha Made

<p>"Y-You're going to keep your shirt on?" Andrew asked, nervous and Maxwell chuckled. It was nice to be able to see his face, and read his expressions. He could tell that Maxwell was hot and bothered, which only made his cock throb. He'd already cum twice, and he knew it wasn't enough. Maxwell, on the other hand, hadn't cum at all. Andrew was worried. Should he make sure that he came? Or should he cum at least once before they started? </p>

<p>"Do you want me to take my shirt off? Am I not sexy enough with just my top on?" Andrew glanced down Maxwell's body, staring at him intensely. He bent forward, staring at his chest, shoulders, and stomach. Hmm. It was really fucking hot to see his nipples nice and perky against the fabric, but if he was honest, he'd rather see his bare skin. He wanted to kiss and touch him, like Maxwell was doing to him. Maxwell's chuckle brought Andrew's gaze back to his face, and Maxwell was staring down at him, licking his lips. </p>

Eager? You bet. (m)