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

While it was awkward, since both of them were nervous, and a little shy. Maxwell was more so, considering he had tried to come in all bold, but had crumbled as soon as he saw Andrew. Andrew didn't mind. He hated to admit it, but he did like that Maxwell hadn't handled their time apart well.

It made him feel…wanted. He knew that was very messed up of him, and he should have realised that Maxwell did care about him in several other aspects of his life, but he couldn't fight the small warm feeling that had filled him when he'd broken down sobbing. Several times.

Andrew felt that it might have come from the several times he'd broken down crying in front of Maxwell, and the man had come out of it…unscathed. Not that he wanted to relive those moments. He wasn't a sadist. He didn't like Maxwell feeling so desperate and torn, he just liked that the reason for it was because he cared about Andrew so much.

An awkward, but rewarding dinner