Hearts Under Pressure

There was a time when omegas were sacred—worshipped, not owned. Their heats were divine, their bonds a gift. Alphas knelt, swore loyalty, and served with devotion.



But power twists devotion.



Gradually, reverence turned to control. Omegas were pulled from pedestals and placed in silk-lined cages—valued for fertility, not personhood. To be soft, obedient, and claimed became their only acceptable form.



Freedom came—on paper. They could work, speak, refuse. But only within the lines alphas still drew.



An omega's birth was no triumph. "Delicate," they said. "He'll make a lovely mate someday." Futures decided before first steps.



But some omegas refused.



Chose themselves. And alphas noticed. Instinct flared. Control tightened.



“You were made for this.”

“Don’t fight what you are.”



Consent blurred. Pressure mounted. Laws stayed clean while tactics grew cruel.



And when the illusion of peace finally shattered—



No one would be spared.