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

Maxwell couldn't pinpoint the moment that he lost Andrew, but he did know that he was long gone. Maxwell had cum so much he knew it was only Andrew's pheromones that were keeping his cock functioning. Hell, only his ass was the thing dripping fluid. His cock had stopped being a fountain ages ago. Just a hard spear, while his ass did all the work.

Maxwell had never experienced this before. Andrew was the first, and the last man who would ever dare share their rut with. His little rut from when he had first manifested had been cute. Sweet. Andrew had asked him incessantly how he was doing, checking in with him, crying. Over all, just being a cute, sweet, newly awakened alpha.

Now that Andrew had been an alpha for a while, it was different. The gaze in the mirror was of a man starved. A man hungry. A man who might never get enough.

Worth more (m)