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

Andrew had never felt so exhausted in his whole life.

He lay on the bed at this point, hos body unable to hold himself up. Maxwell was a giggling fool beside him, all bright blue eyes curled into beautiful crescents, soft touches and pure, male pride.

He was cocky, and Andrew couldn't deny it. He had every right to be so.

Andrew had thought that he had milked Maxwell in the bathroom. He had been very, very wrong. Milking? He had no understanding of the word. He'd been a fool, thinking he was a dairy farmer, when in fact, he owned one fucking cow.

Maxwell? Maxwell was a dairy farmer. And the giggling warmth pressed against his side had earned that title.

"You did such a good job, Andy. You came 12 times. That's amazing. Are you doing okay? Could you go another round?" The man asked with plump, swollen lips. Andrew worried that he was in pain, but instead he seemed invigorated. Andrew was worried even more.

A new record