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

After the two interlopers left, the house fell quiet. Andrew had calmed himself, while Maxwell still felt a burning rage growing deep within him. It was mainly due to the fact that Andrew seemed to calm down relatively quickly.

And that damn Doctor his assistant had hired.

Maxwell had worried that the Doctor was going to make Andrew uncomfortable at first, but when it came to light that the two knew each other, he relaxed.

That damn Dr. Smith talked to Andrew as if he'd known him his whole life, and he dared to order around his assistant and argue with him? He was pissed. He was more pissed that Andrew had defended him too. But he couldn't blame Andrew. The man had gone through a terrifying situation, and it wasn't Maxwell's place to take away any form of comfort he found, even if it annoyed him.

He'd had to wait until Andrew had his feet under him. A better support system.

Maxwell's Anger