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 was happily finishing up making their lunches for tomorrow, along with Mr. Newman's, when Maxwell came back. He looked a little calmer, more composed, and Andrew was glad that his time outside had helped him. He didn't like that he smoked, but he wasn't going to force him to change anything.

Andrew loved Maxwell the way he was, faults and all.

He watched Maxwell pass the doorway of the kitchen, heading towards the closet by the doorway to put Andrew's jacket away. Andrew chuckled to himself, watching the man move. He had a rather serious expression on his face, and Andrew wondered what he'd been thinking about so hard outside.

It had to have something to do with what they had spoken about over dinner, but he was curious where his thoughts had ended up. Andrew knew he'd probably hear what he'd come up with. Maxwell did keep some things to himself, but he was usually quite open with Andrew.

Andrew's hungry for dessert (suggestive)