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 exhaled slowly, staring out at the dark yard in front of him. The lights from the house behind him casting everything in severe shadow. The smoke from his lips curled up, dispersing into the air as he wrapped his arm around himself.

Slowly, Maxwell tapped his cigarette into the tray nearby, continuing to stare out at the night sky before him as he let his thoughts run over him easily. Nothing really stuck for a long moment, his body too satiated for the thoughts that normally plagued him to settle their hooks in.

Fuck. Andrew certainly knew how to fuck the worry out of him. He also knew how to surprise him, and make him feel things he didn't want to.

It made him uncomfortable how easily he was able to read him now. He knew that it would come with time, but it still made him uneasy. What if Andrew came across something he didn't like? God, that would be awful.

Maxwell's first smoke break in a while