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 felt like everyone could see how happy he was. It probably had to do with the giant smile on his face. The way that he couldn't stop smiling ever since he'd woken up, extracted himself from Maxwell and had woken up the man to get a sleepy, loving kiss that had him floating downstairs to make breakfast.

He'd let the contractors in, pajama bottoms low on his hips, Maxwell's marks all over his body, and a satiated, warm grin on his face that he wasn't able to shake.

The contractors were only slightly surprised as Andrew spoke to them quietly, making it obvious that Maxwell was still asleep before they headed off to their work station, chuckling at the domestic display. Andrew made sure that they had some little snacks, a few pastries and told them to order lunch and bill it to Andrew, not Maxwell.

Andrew knew that he'd gained a few supporters amongst them, and that was fine. He was just in a good mood.

Uh, why are you so desperate? (suggestive)