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 hadn't even turned the lights on in the house before the two of them had their hands on each other. Forget making it to the couch, they still had their shoes on.

Andrew slammed Maxwell against the door, Maxwell's grip on the back of his neck bruising as he slipped and sucked at Andrew's tongue. Andrew groaned, holding the man against him with shaking hands, kissing him like he was trying to devour him.

The sounds of their breaths filled the air, and Andrew at least had a small piece of his mind aware that he should lock the door while he was here. Everything else could wait.

Hearing the sound of the lock slid into place, Maxwell's hand began to tug and Andrew's clothes, helping him undress. Andrew wasn't much help. He was focused on the taste of Maxwell, the way his body was twitching against his own, and the feeling of his lips and tongue against his own.

Of course we crossed the line (suggestive)