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

The smell of bacon filled the air. The fatty, sweet scent stirred the man who had been unconscious before, and groaning, he grabbed his head as soon as he sat up.

It pounded painfully, as if several hundred people were hammering away at his skull. He thought he could feel his brain pulsing in waves, and his body ached. He felt battered, and bruised, and groaning again, he heard the bed underneath him creak.

It wasn't a sound he was used to hearing, or, at least, not one he'd heard in a while.

Freezing, Andrew shook off some of the fog that filled his head, but the pain remained. His face twisted with it, and he glanced around, trying to figure out where he was. He couldn't see, and he had no idea where he would have put his glasses.

The whole place felt unfamiliar, and uncertain where he was, he tried to retrace all that had happened recently.

In a den of wolves