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

"Have you eaten here before?" Andrew asked, clearing his throat. He was trying to pivot from the conversation they were just having, going to a lighter topic. He felt that they needed it, especially since Maxwell had already thrown up, been sobbing, and looked awful. It made Andrew just want to fold the man into his lap, smother him in his arms, but at the same time, that didn't feel right.

The man probably didn't want that, but at the same time, Andrew with his own issues, was afraid to ask if he did want it.

So, soft questions for the moment, and Andrew hoped that Maxwell didn't mind that. His heart still felt a little bruised from his own words and actions, not that he didn't want to rekindle their relationship.

Maxwell glanced at Andrew through his eyelashes, before he sighed softly. He seemed to attempt to pull himself together. Andrew didn't like it, but he knew that Maxwell probably needed some of his shield.

Everything is going to be okay