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

About five minutes in Andrew knew he wasn't going to get what he wanted without a fight of some kind.

Maxwell had his hands all over him, and it wasn't exactly a fair playing field. The man was completely naked, while Andrew was still mostly dressed. Maxwell's hands and lips were wandering, and it only got worse when Andrew sat down on the bed.

Maxwell's grip around his back relaxed until Maxwell shifted and he was on his knees, not fully sitting in Andrew's lap anymore. This position gave him a little more leverage, and more control. Andrew let the man kiss and nibble at him, more worried about getting his clothes off as soon as possible.

It seemed that while Maxwell had been focused on that task, since most of his clothing was unbuttoned, as soon as they got to the bedroom, he changed direction. Now he was busy distracting Andrew from his task.

"Max." Andrew warned, and felt the smaller man smile against his skin.

Ride it, baby (m)