Third Person POV
Inside the Alpha Breeding Laboratory, the air hung heavy with the smell of sterilized steel, faint antiseptics, and an overwhelming amount of caffeine. At the center of it all, slouched in a rolling chair surrounded by blinking monitors and chaotic stacks of scribbled notes, sat Melior—an Omega male with a manic sparkle in his eyes. He was the Head of the Technological Unit of the Kingdom of Verilios, and his brain had not seen rest in seventy-two hours. Not that he minded. Sleep was overrated when you were on the verge of rewriting biology itself.
Today wasn't just any other day—it was the day.
After years of research, failures, formula revisions, and ethically-questionable testing, his Gene-altering development named 'Project Genesis' was finally nearing its completion.
And there it was—strapped down to a sterile operating bed under cold white lights—his latest test subject. An unconscious naked Alpha male, broad-chested, strong-jawed, and completely unaware of the destiny about to be rewritten at the hands of a jittery, eccentric genius with a syringe.
Melior leaned over the body, syringe held reverently like a holy relic. His grin was crooked, twitching with excitement and just the tiniest glint of madness.
"My precious experiment," he whispered, eyes wide behind thick goggles, "you have no idea what's coming. Inside this syringe lies the culmination of sleepless nights, failed prototypes, and several charred lab coats. A formula so potent, it could change the entire ecosystem of the whole world. Destiny, my darling Alpha, is about to be chemically reprogrammed."
He held the syringe to the Alpha's arm, pausing for dramatic effect.
"I've lost count of how many Alphas perished before you. But you—you—might be the one."
With trembling fingers, he pressed the plunger. Viscous liquid slid into the Alpha's veins. For every milliliter that disappeared, Melior's grin widened like a child unwrapping forbidden gifts on a cursed holiday.
"Slowly... yes... slowly. The mutation must take its time. Gene sequences rewritten, hormonal balances shifted. I calculated every possibility. I memorized the formulas. I even dreamed of them. I practically dated them!"
He removed the empty syringe with ceremonial gentleness and tossed it over his shoulder where it shattered against a cluttered tray. His gaze darted to the biometric monitor.
Heartbeat spiked.
Too fast.
"No, no, no! Don't you dare die on me!" he yelped, nearly crawling onto the bed. "You're not overdosing! I reduced the molecular dosage to 0.7 mg! Your body can take it!"
Sweat beaded on his forehead as he clenched the edge of the monitor, fingers white with strain. Every test before had ended the same way—internal hemorrhage, cardiac failure, death within minutes. The Alpha body simply couldn't endure the transformation.
But then—it happened.
The erratic pulse calmed. Like a divine sign descending from the data gods themselves, the line evened out, and the heart rate stabilized. Melior's mouth fell open. Slowly, the mad grin returned.
"He's alive. HE'S ALIVE!"
He spun in place like a twisted ballerina, arms raised to the flickering fluorescent lights. "Take that, genetics!"
He practically skipped back to his desk, scribbling chaotic notes onto paper while simultaneously typing into a secure terminal. The data would be logged twice: once on hard copy and once in the Kingdom's master archive—the same vault that housed all state secrets and confidential scientific projects of Verilios.
Then he turned back to the Alpha male, lying still in transformation. His voice softened, oddly tender.
"Rest well, my little science baby. Tomorrow, we see what you've become."
As he exited the lab, he was immediately intercepted by Elexa, Head of the Breeder Unit—sharp-eyed, feisty, and somehow always in the right hallway at the right time.
"Well, someone's in a suspiciously good mood. Didn't blow another Alpha up, did you?" she teased.
"Elexa!" Melior grabbed both her hands, practically bouncing. "Phase one of Project Genesis is a success! The Alpha survived!"
Elexa's eyes went wide. "You mean... there's now a possibility that Alpha males can get pregnant?"
"Exactly!" Melior chirped.
"But wait," she narrowed her eyes, "how would that even work? Omega sperm isn't fertile enough to impregnate anyone. Your biology is... ornamental."
Melior smirked, a sparkle in his eyes. "Ah, that's phase two. Upgrading Omega semen into a hyper-reproductive genetic juice. But for now? Only other Alpha males can impregnate the altered ones. You know... the irony writes itself."
"So we're entering an era where Alpha males will be forced to breed with each other?" Elexa asked, somewhere between horror and delight.
"Yes. Until phase two, that is," Melior said, eyes gleaming. "The current phase alters their scent profiles, dulls their aggression, reshapes their internal organs to form a primitive uterus, softens their features... slowly turning the dominant into the vulnerable."
"And the pregnancy process?" Elexa crossed her arms, eyebrow raised. "Are we expecting these aggressive types to... you know, actually cooperate?"
Melior chuckled darkly. "Highly unlikely. That's why artificial insemination will be our best friend. Controlled, clinical, and no messy feelings."
"Pity," Elexa sighed, mock disappointed. "I was hoping to witness an Alpha-on-Alpha domination struggle. A battle of pride... and penetration."
Melior laughed loudly, his voice echoing off the sterile walls. "You, my dear, have an imagination more twisted than mine."
Together, the two figures vanished into the depths of the Alpha breeding facility, their silhouettes cast long by the cold white lights—as one planned genetic revolutions, and the other simply enjoyed the show.
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Inside the Alpha Breeding Facility, silence reigned—cold, clinical, and suffocating. It wasn't the peaceful kind of silence, but the eerie, soul-crushing type, like the stillness before a scream. The air stank of metal, chemicals, and the faint, bitter scent of despair. The sterile white walls glowed under unforgiving fluorescent lights, illuminating rows of containment cells—each one housing an Alpha male.
They were not men anymore.
They were livestock.
Each Alpha was shackled in reinforced bindings, chained like beasts in a mechanical slaughterhouse. Blindfolds wrapped around their eyes to rob them of sight. Gags stuffed their mouths to silence every cry, scream, or prayer. Compared to the proud, dominant Alpha males who roamed free beyond these walls, the ones imprisoned here retained their natural physiques—broad, muscular, virile. But their bodies were not celebrated. They were harvested.
The Kingdom of Verilios had weaponized their biology.
These Alphas were kept alive not as warriors or protectors, but as breeding stock—a grotesque mockery of the roles they once claimed. Their only purpose now: reproduction.
Each one was locked in a containment cell too narrow for movement, too tight for resistance. Their bindings were not ordinary chains. These were emotion-sensitive restraints, forged with cruel precision. Any spike in aggression triggered a violent electric surge. The pain was enough to shred sanity. And so, they learned. They learned to be still. They learned to swallow rage. They learned to suppress themselves or die.
There was no intimacy in their reproduction process.
There were no Omega bodies to hold, no heat, no touch, no release.
Nihilex, the Omega King of Verilios, had ensured that pleasure was not part of the equation. He loathed the idea of Alphas feeling desire. He hated the notion of them feeling joy, even fleetingly. Instead, he installed them with collection devices—metallic suction tubes clamped around their manhoods, humming like hungry machines.
They were milked like cattle.
The extracted semen—thick, potent, and filled with dominant DNA—was funneled through transparent tubes into sterile, labeled containers. These were then sent down a separate corridor to the Fertile Chambers, where Omega males and females, treated like royalty in comparison, awaited artificial insemination.
Unlike their Alpha counterparts, the Omegas were well-fed, well-dressed, pampered, and protected. They lived in luxury to ensure peak health for gestation. The contrast was brutal.
Alphas starved for warmth. Omegas bathed in it.
The Alphas were sustained solely through IV drips, filled with nutrient-rich, genetically-enhanced solutions—formulated not just for their well-being, but to optimize their semen as well. They were living vessels, nothing more.
No names.
No rights.
No recognition.
Just throbbing veins, restrained strength, and a void where dignity used to live.
This was the world Nihilex had forged—a system of reversed cruelty, where Alpha suffering was institutionalized and Omega power reigned unchecked. It wasn't just punishment. It was vengeance.
A haunting legend governed the breeding hierarchy:
Alpha Male + Omega Female = Alpha Male or Omega Female
Alpha Male + Omega Male = Omega Male
The process was mathematically controlled to increase Omega numbers. Only the highest quality Alphas were used.
Those with average Alphas or "impure" genes—should they impregnate an Omega male—would risk producing something... unpredictable.
A Sigma Male.
The very mention of a Sigma in Verilios was taboo. To the Omegan elite, they were like walking viruses.
Sigma males didn't submit. Didn't obey. Didn't belong.
They were immune to control collars, resistant to pheromonal manipulation, and utterly uncontainable. Verilios once tried placing a control collar—designed for Alphas—on a Sigma. It short-circuited. Their minds could not be broken. Their will could not be chained.
Nihilex feared them. Hated them. One Sigma born in Verilios could infect the system with radical ideas—of freedom, individuality, rebellion. It was enough to collapse an empire built on order and submission.
So they were purged.
If a Sigma was ever born... it was executed before its first breath.
From the beginning of time, before empires were built and wars reshaped the world, there existed a primordial hierarchy—an unspoken order etched into the very fabric of nature. At the top of this ancient structure stood the Omega males: wise, powerful, emotionally intelligent, and deeply attuned to the forces of life. They were the unseen rulers, the architects of peace, the secret kings who guided society not through dominance, but through instinct, balance, and psychological mastery.
Beneath them stood the Alpha males—strong, bold, and assertive, but not supreme. They served as guardians and protectors, not overlords. Alongside them, but never beneath them, were the Sigma males—lone wolves who walked their own path. Equal to the Alphas in strength and intellect, yet immune to hierarchy, Sigmas hovered just outside the system, free yet respected.
Below them were the Omega females, carriers of legacy, nurturers of life, revered for their grace and emotional fortitude.
And at the very base of this natural order were the Beta males and females—the builders, the workers, the gears of society who kept the world moving, though they never ruled it.
But this delicate structure was shattered.
When the Alpha males seized power, they rewrote history—literally. They branded themselves the apex of all life, climbing to the top of the hierarchy by force, blood, and propaganda. They pushed the Betas just beneath them, keeping them close as allies and servants. And at the very bottom, they buried the Omega females, stripping them of honor and visibility.
But their most ruthless act?
They erased the existence of Omega males and Sigma males from the hierarchy entirely.
The Alphas knew that these two classifications posed the greatest threat to their new world order. Omega males, with their subtle control, emotional depth, and manipulative brilliance, could bend entire societies with mere words. And Sigma males, unpredictable and ungovernable, were walking contradictions to Alpha control. Together, they represented the collapse of everything the Alphas were trying to preserve.
So they disappeared.
From books. From records. From teachings. The youth of the new age were raised believing that Omega males and Sigmas were myths, anomalies—if they existed at all.
But the truth is, they were thrown in the Kingdom of Verilios and were contained there, hidden and secluded.
However, Nihilex had risen.
And he remembered.
He would not only resurrect the ancient hierarchy—he would reshape it with cruelty and precision.
In the world he envisioned, Omega males would reign once more at the summit, not as peaceful leaders but as terrifying monarchs. Omega females would follow as sacred vessels of rebirth, their roles elevated and protected. The Betas, ever-reliable, would remain the spine of the world—respected, but obedient.
And at the very bottom... he would chain the Alpha males, the very beings who once ruled through violence and lust.
He would crush them into submission.
Nihilex's dream was not balance—it was vengeance, wrapped in systemic control. He desired a society where every lineage, every birth, and every breath knew that the Alpha male was the last, the lowest, the least.
And in this new age, the hierarchy would not be questioned.
It would be feared... for eternity.
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Inside the silent steel halls of the Alpha Breeding Laboratory, an unsettling calm lingered, disturbed only by the soft mechanical hum of medical devices and the distant, rhythmic thrum of machinery designed to deconstruct biology and rewrite destiny.
Melior, still buzzing with the thrill of discovery, turned to Elexa with a question that carried more weight than his casual tone implied.
"Where shall we place the genetically altered Alpha males, Elexa?"
Elexa smirked, her voice playfully cruel.
"The facility is ready. We've prepared a specialized chamber—beds, equipment, restraints. But if it were up to me, I'd have them give birth standing upright. Gravity does wonders for labor pains, after all."
She grinned wider.
"Unfortunately, such a method could be fatal to the babies. A shame, really."
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The next day...
Melior returned to the laboratory with a barely restrained anticipation coiled in his chest like a serpent ready to strike. As he stepped into the dim room, his eyes locked on the now-altered Alpha male laid out on the sterilized medical bed.
His breath hitched. His eyes widened.
And then, a manic grin slowly crept across his face.
"Brilliant... absolutely brilliant."
Just then, Elexa entered, her heels clicking against the cold tile as she came to a halt beside him. Her gaze fell upon the transformed Alpha, and her lips parted in awe.
"Is this... real?" she whispered, stunned.
"Yes," Melior answered, voice filled with unfiltered glee. "You're witnessing it. The metamorphosis of an Alpha male, right before your eyes."
He moved to the side of the bed, motioning toward the male's now-pale skin.
"Alpha males naturally possess a tan complexion, but the formula I injected—my life's work—has rewritten his pigmentation. Look at him. As pale as an Omega now. His body hair? Completely shed. The follicles rejected them. His skin? Smooth. Clean. Flawless."
Elexa reached out, her fingers gently brushing his forearm.
"It's... soft. Unbelievably soft. Not coarse like most Alphas. Almost delicate."
"And that's just the beginning," Melior said, excitement rising in his voice. "Observe his musculature—his arms, chest, legs. All reducing. Diminishing. His body is feminizing. The transformation is happening faster than projected."
Elexa leaned closer, eyes narrowing in fascination.
"His chest... the nipples—they're larger. Pinker. Alpha nipples are usually dark, but these are soft, almost... nurturing."
She gave one a gentle pinch and gasped.
"They're softer than I expected. Not firm at all."
Melior nodded.
"The formula dissolves their chest muscles. It's intentional. The tissues are preparing for milk production. A soft chest makes for easier feeding. The child must latch without discomfort. His body is evolving to care for life, not to destroy it."
"So he'll be just like you Omega males?" Elexa asked, still tracing the changed body with her fingers.
"Precisely. Genetically reconfigured to function as a reproductive Omega."
"No wonder his face is changing," she added. "His expression is softer now... lips fuller and pink, cheeks flushed, his jawline less angular. No more facial hair. No more intimidation. He's becoming beautiful in a way no Alpha was ever meant to be."
"And that," Melior said, leaning down beside the Alpha's neck and inhaling, "isn't all. His scent—it's changing too. Gone is the musky, dominant stench. It's... floral now. Inviting. Alluring. Like an Omega in bloom."
Elexa leaned in to confirm and gave a satisfied nod.
"Amazing."
Melior turned to the wall and powered up the X-ray device. A screen flickered to life, revealing the internal structure of the Alpha male.
"Now, for the masterpiece," he whispered.
The screen displayed a disturbing, awe-inspiring sight.
A fully formed uterus.
"Already?" Elexa whispered in disbelief.
Melior's face lit up.
"Yes! Faster than I dared hope. The organ is perfectly integrated, connected to a newly developed birth canal that merges near the rectal region. Structurally identical to an Omega male's. The transformation is no longer external—it's complete."
"Does that mean..." Elexa hesitated, "...he'll go into heat like we do?"
"Oh yes," Melior confirmed. "And when it happens, he'll feel the same desperation we once did. The vulnerability. The fear. The overwhelming helplessness of being biologically compelled to be bred."
Elexa tilted her head. "But can he still impregnate someone else?"
Melior shook his head.
"No. The formula rewrites everything. He'll never sire a child again. His manhood is already shrinking—soon, it will be purely ornamental. A hollow relic of what he once was. Good for urination. Nothing more."
"So when the Project Genesis is complete," Elexa mused, "the reversal won't just be in the social hierarchy... but in physicality as well."
"Exactly. That's Nihilex's vision," Melior replied. "To ensure Alphas never rise again. They will never feel the thirst for dominance. Their aggression will be chemically silenced. Their fangs removed."
Elexa grinned wickedly.
"Does that mean you'll get to be the big, strong one now?"
"Oh, I can't wait!" Melior laughed. "To finally be the one towering over others. To feel power pulse through my limbs. To know the pleasure that only Alphas used to hoard—especially during sex. I want to taste what they kept from us."
Elexa raised a brow.
"And how do you plan to make Omega males like you reproductive? Another formula?"
"Exactly. A mirror to the Alpha serum. I'm already developing it alongside this one. Once the Alpha transformation is stable, I'll reverse the formula's key markers and apply it to Omega males. We'll be able to impregnate. We'll carry life. We will control every part of creation."
"I understand now," Elexa said. "And soon, the Alpha males of Aurivelle will become our subordinates. Our breeders. Our pets."
Melior grinned, eyes gleaming.
"Not just soon... very soon. And now—it's time for the artificial insemination trial. If this succeeds, phase one of the project will be complete."
And with that, the two disappeared into the surgical suite, leaving behind the pale, transformed body of a once-mighty Alpha—now reborn, reprogrammed, and repurposed... for a world that would never allow him to rise again.
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In the dim fluorescence of the surgical chamber, the cold air carried the scent of antiseptic, metal, and something deeper—something new. The silence was thick, broken only by the soft hum of machinery and the quiet intensity of two figures standing beside an altered Alpha male, now stripped of his old identity.
Melior, his hands gloved and steady, moved with the reverence of a surgeon and the thrill of a madman. He carefully spread open the legs of the unconscious Alpha, revealing the newly-formed birth canal—the crowning result of decades of forbidden science.
"Firm, pinkish, and unused," Melior murmured with a satisfied grin, while Elexa watched beside him, nodding with quiet intrigue.
Without hesitation, Melior picked up a gleaming steel speculum and inserted it into the birth canal, slowly turning the handle to reveal the cervix, delicate and impossibly real—like a flower that had never known sunlight.
He then took a thin, flexible catheter, its end loaded with sperm harvested from a prime Alpha male within the breeding facility. With calculated precision, he slid the tube through the cervix and into the freshly-developed uterus.
"It's strange, isn't it?" Elexa whispered, eyes fixated on the process. "That an Alpha's seed would impregnate another Alpha."
Melior chuckled darkly.
"Humiliation at its finest. Exactly what Nihilex wants. A poetic collapse of pride. But if you ask me, the real entertainment will be when Alphas begin to turn on one another. Let them fight over who gets to breed and who gets bred."
"Now that," Elexa smirked, "is an experiment I'd pay to see."
As the catheter remained in place, Melior began narrating like a professor to an unwilling student.
"We are performing Intrauterine Insemination—or IUI," he said, gesturing to the monitor as sperm traveled through the tubing. "The goal is to place the sperm as close as biologically possible to the egg cell inside this newly formed uterus."
"Please, spare me the lecture," Elexa groaned. "These scientific terms give me a headache."
Melior laughed under his breath.
"Why must I always explain things to people who won't understand them? Is there no one in Verilios with the brains to match mine?"
"Your job is to experiment, mine is to observe. So get on with it," Elexa said, smirking.
They both turned to the monitor as the sperm reached the ovum. The microscopic image showed the moment of cellular fusion—a moment of silent violence and quiet victory.
"Connection confirmed," Melior whispered. Then louder, "The sperm has successfully entered the egg cell."
Carefully, he removed the catheter from the birth canal, discarding it into a sterile tray.
"Now we wait another day to observe the first signs of pregnancy."
Elexa crossed her arms. "Wait... with an Alpha as both 'father' and 'mother'... what kind of child will be born? Another Alpha?"
Melior's eyes gleamed.
"A good question," he said, "but no. Based on the DNA modifications I made to both donor and carrier, the child will be born an Omega male."
"You altered their genetic code before insemination?" she asked, rubbing her temple. "Why did I even ask..."
Melior burst into laughter as she scowled.
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One day later...
They stood again before the transformed Alpha, now hooked to an ultrasound monitor, his abdomen exposed, pale and still.
On the screen—a faint pulsing blur.
"Melior," Elexa gasped, voice trembling, "is that...?"
"A fetus," he finished for her, eyes shining. "A developing life. The first Omega male ever conceived in the womb of another Alpha."
He twirled, unable to contain himself, arms raised in twisted triumph.
"After decades of trials, failures, and death... phase one is a success! Now we wait as he carries this child for five months and I will do my examination at the same time."
"You look like an idiot dancing around like that," Elexa snapped, "Sit still before I whip you."
Melior just laughed harder, euphoric.
"We've done it, Elexa. The age of change begins now. Inside that body lies the future—an Alpha carrying another Alpha's child. The first living organism born of our altered design. We must inform Nihilex at once."
Elexa nodded. "I'll go ahead. You follow."
"Of course," Melior replied, eyes still glued to the monitor.
As Elexa left the room, Melior stood in silence, the grin on his face slowly fading—not into regret, but into introspection.
"I still can't believe it," he whispered. "The first Alpha male to ever be pregnant... and he's lying right in front of me."
His gaze fell upon the slumbering Alpha male, now more vessel than warrior. Melior approached, placing a hand gently on the Alpha's abdomen.
"Soon... your belly will swell. What will you think when you wake and discover your identity—once a symbol of strength and dominance—has been rewritten in blood and cells?"
He paused, sighing.
Then, he confessed softly. "This is Nihilex's dream of vengeance. Of domination. But I only wanted success. I wanted to prove the impossible was real."
He looked up at the sterile ceiling, eyes distant.
"I wanted equality. A world where no one is above, and no one is below. Where the extraordinary is accepted. Where Alphas and Omegas can carry children, and either of them can rule. I didn't want war... I wanted change. But this is a start of something new, at least."
He exhaled deeply, resting his back against the wall. For a moment, he was no longer the mad scientist of Verilios—but a man burdened by creation.
"Alaric... what would you say if you saw this now? Would you be happy or disgusted?"
He whispered the name like a prayer.
No one knew it, but Melior and Alaric had once been the closest of friends—brothers in heart—before Alaric vanished to become a spy in Aurivelle, distancing himself from the kingdom's darkness.
"He was the only one who ever stood up to Nihilex... and the only one who couldn't stop him," Melior said. "That's why he left. To disappear. To escape."
He looked back down at the Alpha male.
"I wonder if he's safe. I wonder if he remembers me."
Melior leaned closer, stroking the Alpha's abdomen with clinical gentleness.
"Soon, your body will change beyond recognition. Your stomach will swell with life. Your muscles will fade. Your scent, your voice, your very essence... it will all vanish. And when you open your eyes, you'll realize—your former identity as an Alpha male has been erased."
He smiled—not wickedly, but mournfully.
"And you'll never be the same again. You will be welcomed as a newly submissive Alpha male. If only you can still be as formidable as you are but can carry a child... wait? Hmm... maybe I should try to create a new formula! I just need a really good vessel! Someone that's perfect for the image of an Alpha male but can conceive a child at the same time."
There, Melior moved swiftly—his hands trembling with excitement, eyes glinting with a brilliance that bordered on unhinged obsession. In the silence of his private lab, hidden beneath layers of encryption and biometric locks, he began crafting something new. Something that no one would know about. Not Elexa. Not even Nihilex.
A formula of secrecy and rebellion.
This was no ordinary gene-altering serum. This was a deviation from the plan—a creation that defied the very foundation of their current experiments. It was a radical prototype, one that challenged the notion that the body must be transformed to perform the impossible.
Melior whispered to himself as he worked, the words almost chants, almost prayers.
"What if change doesn't have to be seen? What if it can exist in silence, in shadows, beneath the skin?"
His fingers danced across the interface, combining molecular strands and hormone codes with unnerving precision.
A new formula.
A hidden mutation.
One that would allow an Alpha male to conceive a child without the telltale signs of transformation—no widened hips, no softened features, no blooming scent, no feminization. His body would remain untouched on the outside, but internally... it would possess a biological anomaly.
"A real and intimidating Alpha male... carrying life," Melior whispered, lips curling into a smile that was both triumphant and haunted.
It was his greatest act of subversion, his quiet rebellion against the structure Nihilex was forcing him to build. While the Omega king sought to feminize, humiliate, and dominate the Alphas through complete biological reprogramming, Melior had now devised an alternative path—one that twisted nature without breaking its form.
"Let them keep their pride. Let them think they're still powerful," he muttered. "But deep within... they will carry life."
He would test it soon.
But he would tell no one.
Not yet.
Until he finds the right Alpha male for it to be tested.
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Jiggs' POV
We were in an underground facility that looked like a cross between a doomsday bunker and a high-tech university classroom—if your professors were war-scarred rebels and the syllabus was all about overthrowing tyrannical Omega kings. Across from me stood Voder, looking very much like a war general masquerading as a kindergarten teacher. The guy had that dad energy, calm and wise, but ready to scold you if you so much as blinked too loud.
He stood in front of a glowing digital display, explaining the inner workings of Verilios like it was a PowerPoint presentation on totalitarian regimes.
And me? I was the star student. I had my notes, my pen, my enthusiasm.
Silver, on the other hand—was lying down. On the bench. Staring at his fingers. Picking his nails.
"Excuse me, Mr. Voder?" I raised my hand like the nerd I was born to be.
"Mmm?" he responded, flashing me a warm smile.
"Hey, Silver! Why aren't you listening to Mr. Voder? This is important!" I snapped at him.
He shifted lazily, rolling to his side so his back was facing me.
"Why bother?" he said, voice as dry as toast. "You're taking notes. You can explain it to me later."
I looked at Voder with an exaggerated gasp. "Mr. Voder! Please write Silver's name on the naughty list and dock him a star for bad conduct!"
Voder chuckled like a tired single dad who'd raised three sarcastic teenagers.
"Are we in preschool now?" he teased. "Let him be, Jiggs. I think Silver's listening... in his own strange way."
"Ugh! Let's just continue," I muttered, shooting daggers at Silver, who was already halfway to dreamland.
"All citizens of Aurivelle have had it imprinted into their minds from childhood that this is the name of our world. This was done to ensure that the secret of our ancestors—the truth about Verilios—would never be spoken of again. And so, we grew up believing that Aurivelle is our entire world. But in truth, Aurivelle is merely a vast kingdom, and we are its citizens. Meanwhile, Verilios is another kingdom where Omega males were once exiled and hidden away long ago." Voder said, resuming his lecture
That's when it hit me.
We really didn't know much about our history and what lies beneath it.
"Now," Voder added, "as I was saying, Nihilex's government is divided into three primary factions: the Executioner Unit, clad in red; the Breeder Unit, dressed in blue; and the Technological Unit, which wears green."
"Oooh, I think I want to join the Technological Unit," I said with genuine excitement. "Green looks good on me."
"Don't worry, Jiggs," Voder said with a kind smile. "You'll be getting a taste of all three units."
"HUH?! Why am I always the lab rat?!" I cried, already bracing for some traumatic assignment involving needles or breeding charts.
"Because you deserve it," Silver said from behind me without missing a beat.
"Oh thank you so much, Silver!" I scoffed. "I hope the Breeder Unit captures you and makes you their adorable little pet. I won't lift a finger to save you!"
"Let them try," Silver replied. "I'll turn them into mine instead."
"Oh great. We're stuck in Verilios, surrounded by unknown enemies, and you're still like this," I said, throwing my hands in the air.
"Well," Voder chuckled, "confidence is natural in Alphas, Jiggs. It's part of their genetic identity."
I raised a finger like I was about to win a debate.
"Correction! Silver is a Sigma male, for your information."
Voder blinked and turned to Silver.
"Really? You're a Sigma?"
"Hmph," Silver grunted without even bothering to turn around. Classic Silver: too cool to care, too dangerous to ignore.
Still, Voder simply smiled and nodded, like he'd seen a hundred more like him before.
"Well, Sigma or Alpha," Voder continued, "you all need to stay alert around Omega males. You never know what they're capable of."
I raised my hand again like an excited puppy.
"Ooo! Mr. Voder, I have a question!"
"Yes, my very attentive and not the sleeping student Jiggs?" he said, looking oddly proud.
"Hehe," I giggled, scratching my nose. (Note to self: be cooler.)
"Hmph," Silver muttered.
"Don't be jealous, Silver!" I snapped before turning my full attention to Voder. "Okay, so back when Silver and I first arrived in Verilios, we noticed that the Omegas would come out at specific times... and then suddenly disappear. Like—poof! Cult-like stuff, creepy as heck. Is there a curfew or something? I swear I got goosebumps just watching it happen."
"Ah, excellent question," Voder said, his tone growing thoughtful. "I was confused about that too when I first arrived. What you saw... is what's known as the Obedience Ritual."
"The what now?" I blinked.
"Each night, all Omegas return to their homes or designated buildings at the same time to prepare for a ceremonial routine. They groom themselves meticulously, make sure they look presentable, and then, on cue, they come out in unison to greet the patrol from the Executioner Unit. Hart—the leader—makes rounds with his soldiers to inspect the state of the Omega population."
"So... it's like... a skincare inspection?" I joked.
"Actually, yes," Voder said with a straight face. "Omegas place high importance on appearance. Presentation is part of their identity. This ritual happens every night before bed—typically around 9 p.m.—and again in the morning, around 7 a.m."
"That's... weirdly wholesome for a creepy kingdom," I said. "My sleep cycle is like three hours max. They'd probably have me exiled for waking up with bed hair."
"That explains why you look like a goblin every morning," Silver commented from his corner.
"Mr. Voder, he's bullying me again!" I wailed, pointing at Silver like a tattling five-year-old.
Voder just laughed, rubbing his temples like a father trying to love all his children equally despite their chaos.
"You haven't changed a bit, Jiggs," Mr. Voder chuckled, a smile tugging at his lips as he watched me flail about like a caffeinated squirrel. "You're exactly the same when Champ used to tease you." He let out a nostalgic sigh that hung a little too long in the air.
"You okay, Mr. Voder?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. There was a flicker of something sad in his gaze.
"How's Champ doing?" he asked, his voice quieter now. "Is he... angry at me?"
"Whaaaat? No, no, don't worry!" I said quickly, waving my hands like I was swatting away flies. "Champ never held a grudge against you! In fact, before he even knew he was an Omega male, he wouldn't shut up about you! He'd say stuff like, 'I have to be this strong because my father told me so,' or 'I need to be this terrifying because that's what my dad taught me.' It was all you, Mr. Voder. He never forgot you."
Relief softened his expression, and he gave a deep, heartfelt nod. "I'm glad. Is he... adjusting well? As an Omega?"
"Oh my stars, Mr. Voder, you have no idea!" I exploded, flailing again. "He's terrifying! He runs our lives like a boot camp. Especially the members of his precious Champ Clan."
"Champ Clan?" Voder repeated, clearly amused.
"Yup!" I beamed. "We created it together. And would you believe it—we won our first-ever Alpha Territory Treasure Hunt Competition with just six members! The prize? The entire Veydith region!"
Voder's eyes lit up. "Really?"
"Yes, sir! And even though Champ is an Omega, he crushed the competition. Well... except for one particular jerk named Silver, who nearly got us all killed!"
I shot a death glare at the smug menace lounging nearby—Silver, lying with his back turned, like he couldn't be bothered to give a damn.
"I regret nothing," Silver said lazily. "If you're expecting an apology, lower your standards."
Oh, for the love of—this guy!
"I didn't even know the truth about myself back then," he added, stretching like a cat. "Besides, it was a competition. I planned to win. If Champ hadn't unconsciously awakened his ability, I would have." He cracked a knuckle. "Anyway, what's done is done. Champ's strong. Stronger than most. You don't need to worry about him, Voder. That's coming from me."
Mr. Voder nodded, clearly touched by the unexpected compliment.
But then... his face twisted in curiosity.
"So... how's his, uh... love life?" he asked, in the tone of a father trying so hard not to sound like he was gossiping about his kid.
I cackled. You could practically see the cheesiness dripping off that question.
"Oh-ho-ho, Mr. Voder..." I narrowed my eyes, grinning. "You sure you're ready for the hot, spicy secrets?"
He leaned in, looking half-curious, half-horrified.
"Remind me again, who's his boyfriend? Was it... Deux? Theron's son?!"
"That's the one!" I yelped—and instinctively dove toward Silver for protection.
"Get off me," Silver growled as I hugged him like he was a life preserver.
"That damn Theron!" Mr. Voder roared, standing up like a betrayed telenovela protagonist. "He couldn't have Alaric, so he used his son to seduce my child?! Will he never stop?!"
"Actually..." I said sheepishly, scratching my cheek, "It's kind of the opposite."
"What do you mean?"
"Deux fell for Champ first. Hard. Like, ridiculously hard."
Silver, still lying on his side with his back to us, added in that bored yet dangerous tone of his, "It's true. I've caught Deux in his room too many times, lost in thought. The only name on his lips was Champ. He's obsessed."
"Yep!" I chimed. "Champ didn't even like him at first! He kept avoiding him because he didn't want to blow his Omega cover. But Deux? Oh no, he was relentless. Always protecting him, getting jealous—he even got jealous of me, can you believe that?! Eventually, Champ fell."
Mr. Voder's cheeks turned pink.
"That... reminds me of someone else. Someone who also gave flowers every day and protected the person he loved from other men..."
"Oh really?" I teased, eyes sparkling. "Not naming names, but sounds a lot like someone who used to give Sir Alaric flowers every day."
"Wha—I—Excuse me?! That wasn't me!" Voder protested, face going red as a tomato.
"Come on, Mr. Voder," I snorted. "Even Kali told us how clingy you were with Alaric. You're basically Deux in older-man form."
Voder slapped a hand to his face. "That damn Kali. Can't keep anything to herself. But hey," he said after a moment, smiling warmly, "it makes me happy seeing you all together again."
"Tch," Silver muttered.
"What now?" I asked.
"You're all disgusting."
"Excuse me?"
"I don't get it," Silver said, clearly annoyed. "What's the point of all this romantic chasing and flirting? If you want someone, take them. Force it. All this seducing and confessing nonsense is just a waste of time."
"Ohhh," Voder said with a sly grin. "Is that why you forcefully dragged Jiggs along with you all this time? Because you secretly admire him?"
"WHAT?!" I squawked. "Is that true, Silver?"
"Please," Silver sneered. "Don't make me sick. I brought this Beta along because he's annoying and fun to torment."
"Well, the feeling's mutual! You're a terrifying, emotionally constipated killing machine!" I snapped.
"Hmph," was his only response. Classic Silver.
"Anyway!" Voder clapped his hands. "Let's get back on track, shall we?"
"So, what's the plan, Mr. V?" I asked, grateful to steer away from the weird romantic conspiracy theories.
"I want you to infiltrate the Alpha Breeding Facility," he said. "Whatever information you gather—procedures, technology, operations—it'll be valuable to our cause."
"Wait—you haven't done this already?" I blinked.
"I tried," he admitted. "I got in once. But then Nihilex himself caught me. I was lucky to escape."
"Huh?! You came face-to-face with Omega King Nihilex and didn't end up his puppet?!"
"That's what worried me too," Voder said gravely. "If he had used his command ability on me at that moment, I would have been doomed. But... when he saw me, he just froze. Stared at me. Like he didn't expect me."
I raised a brow. "Wait a sec... You don't think he was attracted to you, right? He's an Omega. You're... well, you're a pretty dreamy Alpha, not gonna lie. Use it to your advantage!"
Voder raised a hand like a true gentleman. "Jiggs, absolutely not. My heart belongs to Alaric and no one else. And besides, they're brothers. If I ever used Nihilex to gain power, Alaric would never forgive me."
"Ohhh... good point. That would be, like, ultimate betrayal."
"But now that you mention it," I continued, "Silver said he can't smell your scent when we met you. How's that possible?"
"That's because I have a unique ability," Voder replied with a proud grin. "I can conceal my scent entirely. It's a rare Alpha trait. Only those with exceptionally high-quality genes can do it."
"Whaaaaat?! That's so cool!" I gasped. "So every Alpha with high-quality genes has their own unique power?"
"Exactly," Voder said, eyes twinkling. "Those kind of Alpha males have a trait that separates them from the rest."
Man... why is everyone else born with cheat codes and I'm here just being violently average?
"If that's the case... then what's Deux's unique ability? And Silver—do you have one too?" I asked, scribbling like an overexcited reporter chasing alien conspiracies.
Silver answered flatly without missing a beat, "I can lock onto a target and kill them using my aura domination. That's my unique ability."
And then, just like that, he turned back to whatever existential void he was mentally floating in.
"Oh... cool. Casual murder vibes. Love that for you," I muttered, nervously sweating.
"As for Deux," he continued in that same emotionless tone, "he has a type of enhanced physical strength that surpasses even Alpha standards. When he's angry, he could crush a boulder with his bare hands."
I gulped.
Oh no.
I remember that day.
"That makes sense now! That one time we teased him for being spoiled by Champ and babying around—he obliterated a rock in front of us like it was made of foam. I swear it disintegrated! I've never shut up so fast in my life!"
Then I blinked, tilted my head, and turned toward the ever-charming Silver.
"What about King Theron? What's his unique ability?"
Silver rolled his eyes like I had just asked him to recite the periodic table.
"Do I look like a living trivia machine?"
"Come on! I'm curious!" I whined like a child denied candy.
He groaned. "Fine. His ability is accelerated healing—far superior to any Alpha."
My jaw dropped. "Wait—so the poison in his body... can he heal from that?"
Silver shook his head. "No. That poison is persistent. The only reason he's still alive is because of his insane resilience and healing speed. It slows down the poison's effect, but it doesn't cure it. His body recovers from physical wounds incredibly fast, but the poison's still there—dormant, ticking."
"Woah. Hardcore. What about Omegas with high-quality genes? Like Champ—do they get unique powers too?"
"Please, Jiggs," Voder interjected, rubbing his temples like a parent dealing with a hyperactive child. "They're already terrifying. If they had more powers, we'd be doomed when Nihilex decides to go full supervillain."
"Fair," I nodded. "Good thing Alphas like you have cool tricks, at least."
"Alright, back to the plan," Voder said, his tone shifting to dad mode. "First, we infiltrate the Alpha Breeding Facility. I need insight into how it operates. As I suggested earlier—you, Jiggs, will disguise yourself as a Breeder Soldier. And you, Silver, will pose as a captured Alpha male."
"WHYYYY IS IT ALWAYS MEEEEE?!" I cried, arms flailing like inflatable tube men.
"Sorry, Jiggs," Voder chuckled. "But don't worry. If anything goes wrong, I'll be there in the shadows. I'll extract you both immediately."
I sighed with relief. "Thank goodness. I thought this mission had 'dead-end death trap' written all over it!"
"Once we uncover the breeder unit's operations," Voder continued, "you'll sneak into the Technological Unit to collect data and attempt to hack into their systems. We need to understand their blueprints and projects."
"Wait, why do I feel like I'm suddenly doing... everything?" I blinked.
"Because this is your moment, Jiggs," Voder said, placing a fatherly hand on my shoulder. "Time to show the world what a Beta like you is truly capable of."
Silver smirked. "You can finally become Mysterious Man again."
Voder nodded. "And when peace is restored, I'll personally ensure your name is recorded in the history books as the bravest, smartest, and most devastatingly handsome Beta male who ever lived."
My eyes SPARKLED. I could already see it—the name "Jiggs" carved in gold across textbooks and statues. My future kids would read about me. My future grandkids would chant my name!
"Hehe. Alright. You convinced me, Mr. Voder," I grinned.
"Good thing you're easy to manipulate," Silver muttered.
"EXCUSE ME?!"
"What Silver meant," Voder cut in with a glowing smile, "was that the success of this plan rests on your incredible talents."
I puffed out my chest. "Well, duh."
"After you finish at the Tech Unit, you'll disguise yourself as an Executioner Soldier to uncover their invasion strategies against Aurivelle," Voder added.
"Understood!" I saluted.
Then, like a magician, Voder opened a cabinet and pulled out a gleaming blue bio-tech uniform—the official outfit of the Breeder Soldiers.
My jaw dropped.
"Hold on. The people under those uniforms—are they Omegas? Or Alphas?"
"Actually... they're all Betas," Voder replied.
"BETAS?! No wonder I never see Beta males walking around—they're all soldiers?!"
"Exactly," he nodded. "The Omegas use them like obedient machines. That's why you're the perfect spy—you'll blend in seamlessly."
"So basically... I never had a choice in this mission to begin with."
"Now you're getting it."
I sighed dramatically, as if accepting my acting award for Best Beta in a Role I Didn't Audition For.
"Less drama. More suiting up," Silver grumbled.
I grinned. "Better this than being the lab rat pretending to be a captured Alpha, huh? I know your job is gonna be rough."
Knowing Silver, he'd probably break an arm before letting someone poke him with a needle.
In fact... I could already see it.
The whole infiltration plan crumbling into chaos...
And Silver at the center of it, surrounded by broken equipment, unconscious guards, and a sarcastic comment like:
"Oops. Was I not supposed to destroy them? I did not know."
Yup.
This is gonna be wild.
...
...
...
There I stood.
In front of the mirror.
Wearing the tightest, most form-fitting, butt-hugging piece of futuristic fabric known to mankind—the blue bio-tech suit of the Breeder Unit.
And let me tell you... it was giving galactic runway realness.
"Wooooow!" I gasped as I turned to the side and struck a pose.
(SLAP!)
Yes. I slapped my own butt cheeks. And when I saw them jiggle like twin servings of jelly on a hoverplate, I burst out laughing.
"This suit is so tight, it's basically a second skin! Like—I feel naked, but I'm not!" I giggled, doing a ballerina twirl like I was auditioning for Space Swan Lake. "This is so comfy! Should I make this my new uniform? Everyday wear? Grocery outfit?"
Mr. Voder—ever the composed father figure—was laughing silently in the corner, one hand over his mouth, the other holding his side.
Silver, on the other hand?
He looked like someone shoved him into a room full of screaming toddlers and made him listen to elevator music for hours. His face was blank, but one eye twitched ever so slightly. Annoyed. Unamused. Completely and totally suffering.
"Geez, Silver, you're acting like I committed a crime," I said, turning toward him... and that's when I noticed something odd.
His left hand was covering his eyes.
His right hand?
Was firmly placed over his pants.
Specifically...
The bulge.
Oh.
OHHHHH.
Before I could say anything, good ol' innocent Mr. Voder strolled over, casually lifted Silver's right hand, and—SURPRISE!
There it was.
A towering boner.
"Silver?" Voder said, smirking devilishly, "Are you seriously turned on... by Jiggs' body?"
Silver's soul left his body.
His ears turned bright red as he shrieked, "STOP IT!" and darted across the room like a vampire avoiding sunlight.
Voder just shook his head with that disappointed dad look and whacked me hard on the butt.
SMACK!
"OW! That was uncalled for!" I whined, rubbing my now-bruised behind. "I wasn't seducing anyone!"
"Don't play innocent," he said, still grinning. "You were basically twerking in a military suit."
"Anyway!" He cleared his throat and handed me the Breeder Unit helmet, a sleek and high-tech piece of gear with glowing lines and tinted visors. "Put this on."
"How'd you even get this?" I asked, amazed.
"I... stole them," Voder said with a shrug. "Captured soldiers from each faction. Took their uniforms for reference."
Just then, Silver re-entered the room, looking like nothing had happened at all. Serious. Stoic. Cool as ever. I swear, this guy could survive public embarrassment and act like he just went to get coffee. Classic emotionally unavailable Sigma male behavior.
"Ahhh..." I murmured, taking the helmet and sliding it over my head.
The moment it clicked into place, I looked at myself in the mirror and gasped.
"I LOOK LIKE A GALACTIC SPACE POLICE OFFICER!!"
And then, just for fun, I struck a series of seductive poses. I even pointed my armored butt directly at Silver.
His eyes widened in horror.
Mr. Voder was dying of laughter.
Silver was turning red again, from the neck up. He looked like a kettle seconds away from whistling.
"Oh, you like that?" I teased. "Should I model for you, Silver?"
"Jiggs," Voder said between chuckles, "if you do this in front of actual soldiers, we are doomed."
"Sorry, Daddy Voder," I replied in a sultry voice, doing a sexy girl pose—finger to lip, knees turned in, voice high-pitched. "I'll behave."
Silver choked on air, spun around, and faced the wall like it would save him.
"Silver, baby, why are you turning away?" I asked in my best flirty tone.
Voder was wheezing. "Jiggs—enough! He might actually faint at this rate!"
Aha!
So this is the secret weapon!
Silver's kryptonite isn't some Omega pheromone or battle wound—it's me... in a tight suit... being annoyingly flirty.
Good to know.
Very good to know.
If he ever goes rogue, I'll wear this fitting suit and just do the "cute finger-to-lip pose" and he'll short-circuit on the spot.
Hehehe.
...
The time had come.
Operation: Infiltration Alpha Breeding Facility was officially underway.
Silver—our ever-menacing, ever-sarcastic, "I-swear-I'll-kill-everyone-in-this-room" Sigma—was playing the part of a captured Alpha male. His hands were bound behind his back, his shirt torn just enough to expose his rock-solid chest, and honestly? He looked like he walked straight out of a tragic romance novel... one where he kills everyone on the last page.
"You two better stick to your roles," Mr. Voder warned, his arms crossed like a very grumpy teacher during exam week. "Silver, try not to kill anyone—yet. We need as much intel as possible."
"If I reach my limit," Silver said with a slow, dangerous grin, "I won't hesitate to reduce this whole facility to ash."
"Lovely," I muttered.
Mr. Voder clicked his tongue and handed me the final piece of my disguise—a Breeder Soldier halberd, long, sleek, and glowing ominously at the tip.
I took it, wide-eyed, noticing a button near the grip. "Oooh, what does this button do—"
"Don't press that!" Mr. Voder snapped, grabbing my wrist like a dad stopping a toddler from pressing the red button of doom. "The plasma at the tip of that halberd paralyzes anything it touches. One jab, and the target's muscles shut down instantly."
"...Noted," I said slowly. "So if Silver starts being extra annoying, I just press this—"
"Try it," Silver interrupted darkly, "and I'll break every bone in your pathetic body."
"Mr. Voder! He's threatening me again!" I tattled like a kindergartener.
"Later," Voder sighed. "Enough bickering, children. I'll be monitoring you from a distance. Stay sharp."
I took a deep breath. Show time.
Silver walked in front of me, his bound arms swinging behind him, while I followed close behind with the halberd pressed to his back. I tried to look official. Cool. Beta soldier-y. But in reality, I was a nervous wreck about two seconds away from peeing myself.
As we approached the front gates of the Alpha Breeding Facility, two guards in blue bio-tech suits stood like statues, halberds crossed in front of the entrance.
"ID?" one of them barked.
I froze.
Then, remembering every bad military movie I'd ever seen, I snapped a salute so dramatic, I nearly dislocated my own shoulder.
"YES! Breeder Unit 945 Reporting in! Captured Alpha for transfer to Breeder facility. High-priority genetic specimen!" I said in perfect soldier voice.
Then, because I'm me, I added—
"This one's dangerous. Aggressive. Unstable. Wild. Rude. Brooding. Probably has daddy issues. Possibly listens to heavy metal—"
STOMP!
Silver stealthily stepped on my foot.
"OW!" I yelped.
He lowered his gaze, playing his role like a professional actor at a tragic play... the kind where everyone dies at the end.
One of the guards raised an eyebrow.
"He looks dangerous enough," he muttered, aiming his halberd at Silver.
I gulped.
"Of course! They like 'em wild, right?" I said, chuckling nervously. "This one was wandering near the Aurivelle and Verilios border. Definitely a rogue Alpha. Thankfully, I got to him before he caused any... chaos."
They stared silently. With those helmets on, I couldn't see their faces. For all I knew, they were plotting to slice me in half. Good thing they couldn't see my face either, or they'd know I was sweating like a roasted pig at a feast.
Dear sweet heavens, I was about to cry.
One of the guards turned and walked inside.
Leaving me. With one guard. And Silver... And infinite anxiety.
To break the silence, I tried... small talk.
"Good weather today, huh?"
STOMP!
"WHAT?!" I whispered at Silver. "I'm just trying to bond with my fellow Betas! Not everyone here is an antisocial death machine like you!"
The guard looked at me.
Then—surprise—he actually replied. "True. The air's warm today. Good thing our bio-tech suits regulate sweat."
Success! They're not robots! They're humans!
Beta males with thoughts, feelings, and maybe even favorite tea flavors!
"I had a hard time capturing this one," I said proudly. "Used the halberd to paralyze him. Got lucky. What do you think they'll do to him?"
The guard shrugged. "A rogue Alpha like him? They'll put him in a special chamber. Probably experiment on him. If he's aggressive, he might even get turned into a personal pet for the Omega King to be played with."
Personal. Pet.
I turned to Silver with a devilish grin.
"Did you hear that, doggy? You're gonna be somebody's pet. Bet you can't wait for your new leash!"
"Keep talking, and I'll shove that halberd up in your rectal area you won't recover from," Silver whisper to me and lowkey growled.
The guard laughed. "You really hate Alphas, huh?"
"Can't stand 'em," I huffed. "If I had my way, I'd wipe 'em out!"
"You should consider joining the Executioner Unit," the guard said casually. "They're always looking for tough Betas."
"Ooooh, really? Where do I sign up?" I asked, intrigued.
"Commander Elexa. But be warned—once she gets her hands on you, she doesn't let go. Capturing a rogue Alpha might actually land you a permanent post here."
GULP.
Okay. Maybe I overplayed the "I'm a loyal soldier" card a little too hard.
Just then, the gate slid open with a hiss. The second soldier returned.
"Commander Elexa will see you. Bring in the Alpha."
I gently nudged Silver forward with the halberd.
"Go! Go! Move those beautiful muscley legs!"
"I swear," Silver muttered, "I'm going to crush your skull when this is over."
The two guards raised their halberds again, sensing his tension.
"See? Wild," I said nervously. "But don't worry—I've got him under control! No need to use your weapons against him!"
And with that, we slipped inside the facility.
Me, faking bravery.
Silver, fantasizing about ending me.
And Mr. Voder?
Probably watching from the shadows, shaking his head like, "Why do I work with these people?"
...
And once the doors sealed behind us...
We were in.
The air inside the Alpha Breeding Facility was frigid and sterile, like someone turned a hospital into a military base and forgot to add warmth, humanity—or decent lighting.
Silver kept his head down like a pro, playing the role of a captive Alpha flawlessly as I led him through narrow corridors lined with white-clad researchers and the faint, muffled screams echoing from somewhere deep inside.
It was fine.
Totally fine.
I wasn't about to have a panic attack.
Probably.
Then—
Click. Clack. Click. Clack.
The sharp, deliberate sound of heels echoed down the corridor, like a boss monster entering a horror game cutscene.
And before I could even brace myself—
(WHIP!)
A CRACK of a whip slashed the air right in front of me and Silver. I nearly vomited my soul. My entire digestive tract did a somersault and tried to crawl back into my mouth.
There she was.
Commander Elexa.
Tall. Imposing.
Wearing a deep blue robe with silver trim that shimmered like she'd stitched lightning into her hem. Her hair, long and silver, flowed like a graceful death threat. Her eyes—sharp, vulpine—could cut through steel. And at her hip hung a sleek black whip, coiled like a pet snake waiting to strike.
She narrowed her eyes at me.
"You."
The word slithered from her lips like velvet dipped in poison.
"You're new."
"Y-yes ma'am!" I squeaked, standing stiff as a popsicle. "First day! Very thrilled to be, uh... whipping—I mean, working under your command!"
Silver coughed behind me. I knew he was laughing. The smug Sigma snake.
Commander Elexa began circling us slowly, like a wolf deciding which limb to eat first. She stopped right in front of Silver, inspecting him like a prize-winning pig at a twisted fair.
"This one's strong," she murmured. "Dangerous. He should be sedated."
"I'd suggest it," I said quickly, "but we're kind of short on tranquilizers. The last Alpha we caught shattered six walls and bit off someone's arm."
Silver let out a low grunt that sounded suspiciously like pride.
Elexa raised one elegant brow.
"I like his energy," she said at last. "Take him to Holding Cell 7B. Begin breeding preparations."
WAIT. WHAT.
"Uh—already?!" I gasped. "I thought there'd be like, a welcome tour? Or a slideshow presentation? This is my first high-quality Alpha and my first day as well! Shouldn't I get a sticker or something for a job well done? Maybe let me escort him personally?"
(WHIP!)
Her whip cracked at my feet, making me leap three feet into the air.
"I give the commands here," she said coldly. "You follow."
"Y-yesss ma'am!"
"Is that... a problem, soldier?"
"No problem at all! Love it! Big fan of authority! Huge fan of science!" I said, my voice suddenly three octaves higher.
And then—THUD!
Silver collapsed right in front of me.
"What the—Silver?!" I hissed, heart racing.
Behind us, one of the Breeder soldiers lowered his halberd—the plasma tip still glowing. He'd struck him. Silver was paralyzed.
"Oh crap."
"Attach the control collar," Elexa ordered coolly. "This Alpha will be our next test subject."
While I was watching them place the collar on Silver's neck and trying to stop my poop from going out of my body, another whip crack hit the floor, and I swear my spine felt it too. It didn't even hit me, and yet my body screamed in sympathy.
Two soldiers lifted Silver's unconscious (yet still intimidating) body and started dragging him toward the holding area.
And just then, a figure entered.
"Wait, I want to see that Alpha male first."
An Omega male, wearing a shimmering forest-green robe with the Technological Unit's crest stitched into the chest. His eyes sparkled with chaos. His hair was fluffy, wild. And his smile?
Unhinged.
I have a feeling that he is the Head of the Technological Unit.
The mad scientist of Verilios.
"Melior," Elexa said, eyebrow raised. "What brings you here?"
"I heard a rogue Alpha was captured near the border," he said, but then—his eyes locked on Silver's unconscious form.
He froze.
His pupils dilated.
And then—he grinned like a child who just got permission to set the house on fire.
He rushed to Silver, his hands fluttering over his chest and arms. Poking, prodding, caressing—I honestly couldn't tell if he was admiring or mentally dissecting him.
"This one... this one's perfect!" he giggled. "He will be my next subject. I've been dying to try my new gene-altering formulation. It will give him the ability to become pregnant. And then... I shall place him inside a chamber with another Alpha to see the interaction."
His eyes sparkled.
"I am certain," he whispered, voice trembling with excitement, "the Alpha will impregnate him on the spot."
"Wild, but interesting," Elexa added with a smirk, cracking her whip again.
Right in front of me—mere inches from my trembling nose—Elexa's whip cracked down against the floor with a sound so sharp, I swear I felt it slice through the air and graze the edges of my soul.
My lungs forgot how to function. I inhaled too quickly, choked on my own spit, and doubled over in a wheezing fit of panic. My body was reacting before my brain could even catch up—probably because my brain was too busy SCREAMING.
They weren't joking.
They weren't posturing.
They weren't brainstorming a potential idea.
They were dead serious.
Commander Elexa.
Madman Melior.
The breeding facility itself.
They all had one united, terrifying, horrifying, scientifically disturbing goal:
They were going to make Silver pregnant.
And not just in a "hypothetical experiment" kind of way.
No, no.
They wanted to make him pregnant on the spot. In real time. With a front-row seat to the Alpha-on-Alpha carnage that would follow.
I could already picture it—Silver waking up in some weird sci-fi chamber, strapped to glowing machines, while another Alpha male is prepped like some overenthusiastic sperm donor.
Oh no.
OH. NO.
He's going to murder us.
Not metaphorically.
Literally.
Emotionally.
Spiritually.
Blood will be spilled. Walls will be broken. Verilios might not survive once Silver wakes up from this!
I looked around, heart pounding, eyes darting for any sign of salvation—of backup—of a miracle.
Ummm... Mr. Voder?
Are you there somewhere?
If your dad-sense is tingling, if you're watching us from the shadows like you promised, if the heavens are kind—
PLEASE.
SEND HELP.
Please don't leave me here with the sexy tyrant, the mad scientist, and a soon-to-be pregnant murder machine named Silver!!!
End of Chapter 43