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

Maxwell was so freaking adorable.

Andrew watched the man as he stuffed his face after their several hour long romp. He was cultured, of course, each movement he made practised, and elegant, but he was definitely stuffing his mouth full. Andrew enjoyed that he enjoyed his food so immensely.

Andrew knew he was watching him more than he should be. His face was resting against his hand as he leaned against the table, watching him consume the food he'd made for him. Even after all that they had done, Andrew was still having a hard time keeping his hands off of him.

In fact, he was already imagining shoving all the food out of the way and having his wicked way with Maxwell on the table, but he knew better. Even if the image of Maxwell spread wide against the wooden table, the plates and cutlery scattered around as he looked up at Andrew with surprise, and desire, as Andrew ate him up as greedily as Maxwell was eating up his dinner. Even so, he knew better.

We need to take care of each other