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

"Andy, buddy, what the hell is going on? You look like death and is that…the same clothes you wore yesterday?" It was Richard, and he was on him as soon as Andrew stepped in for work. He was in early, early enough that he knew that Maxwell wasn't in yet.

When Andrew had woken up, thinking that it was all a nightmare, he'd let out a deep sigh. Then, he'd patted the bed next to him and jerked up, realising that Maxwell wasn't in the bed beside him. His heart had been racing in his chest, and he glanced around at first. He'd been unable to see, so he scrambled to get his glasses and once he put them on and realised that this wasn't his house, or Maxwell's, his heart had plummeted in his chest.

He'd buried his head in his knees and cried.

He couldn't eat, couldn't even drink a coffee or water, so he just got in a taxi and headed to work. He had hoped that no one else was going to be here, but here Richard was, ever the good worker.

An old friend in hand