Jiggs' POV
My breathing sped up like I'd just inhaled an entire espresso machine. Oh, sweet chaos! Mad scientist Melior—the head of the tech faction—was planning to abduct THE unconscious Silver for... experiments?!
"I'll be off now, Elexa," Melior said with that sinister calm only villains have. "This Alpha needs my... undivided attention."
"You take care of him. Just call me when it's time for the Alpha-on-Alpha smackdown during the impregnation process. You know I wouldn't miss that for the world," Elexa replied, grinning like a devil in heels.
"Don't worry, I'll save you a front row seat. Popcorn included."
Popcorn. They were making Silver's breeding into a cinematic experience! If only they knew... that they weren't watching a rated x movie, they were starring in a horror film! Plot twist: Silver bursts through the screen and rips the audience to shreds. Roll credits.
Two beefy breeder soldiers began dragging Silver's limp body away like he was a sack of sexy potatoes. Melior followed, practically skipping.
And I? The noble, terrified sidekick? I couldn't just let them take him!
I stepped forward heroically—
WHIP!
A crack like thunder sliced the air right in front of me. I jumped three feet into the air and froze mid-step.
"Where do you think you're going?" Elexa's voice could've frozen lava.
"I-I was j-just going to follow them! You know, in case they need m-moral su-support?" I stammered, every syllable a prayer.
"No. You're staying here in the Breeding facility." Her eyes narrowed like twin guillotines.
Then—gods help me—she leaned in. So close, her face nearly smushed against my helmet. My soul tried to evacuate my body. If she could see my face inside, she'd witness a grown Beta soldier on the verge of crying, peeing, and possibly pooping from fear.
"Seems like I'll have to supervise you personally. You're new, after all," she purred dangerously.
"N-no! I-I got this! I can do it!" I squeaked.
WHIP!
Another lash, closer this time. My bladder screamed for mercy.
"My command is law," she snapped. "And since you're new, I'll give you the grand tour of this wonderful Breeding Facility that you were asking for. Consider it a... first-day gift."
She smirked like a cat with a hidden agenda ready to scratch me anytime. I gulped so loudly it echoed.
I wanted to cry. I wanted to dig a hole and live in it. I definitely did not want to go on a 'fun little tour' with Lady Torture Overlord.
(Whistle!)
Suddenly, a low whistle echoed from the shadows.
I glanced around, half-expecting a singing bird. But no—there he was. Mr. Voder. Peeking from behind a hunk of machinery, sneaky as ever.
He gestured, "I'll follow Silver. You handle her."
I nodded back slowly, thinking, "You traitor. Don't leave me with this lunatic!"
"What was that whistle?!" Elexa barked.
"M-maybe a bird flew in and can't get out?" I offered weakly.
"If I see that bird, I'll snap its wings off with my whip so it never flies again."
Lady, what did birds ever do to you?!
She stretched her whip menacingly in front of me like she was showing off her pet snake. I always thought Omega females were supposed to be gentle and sweet. This one? She was like Silver's evil twin in high heels and war crimes!
WHIP!
"What's your ID, Beta?" she asked, eyebrow raised like a blade.
"B-B495A," I mumbled the ID of this uniform.
She laughed. Why was she laughing?! I fake-laughed with her to survive. Blending in is key. Maybe she'll think I'm funny!
WHIP!
"Did I say you could laugh?" she snarled.
Oh God. She was mad. Mad and completely nuts. Why am I always surrounded by maniacs?
"I laughed," she said darkly, "because the last person who used that ID vanished one day. Maybe you will too."
Plot twist, he didn't vanish—Voder erased him and took his uniform.
WHIP!
Another lash! I swear, one more and I'll achieve spiritual separation from my body!
"Come on," she grinned, turning sharply. "Let's go on that once-in-a-lifetime tour you've been dying for." Then she whispered, "Because honestly? This might be your last day alive."
My hands shook. My brain screamed. My legs wanted to run but instead just... walked. Slowly. Reluctantly. Like two sacks of wet cement.
She laughed again, like a movie villain, and slapped my back like we were besties.
"You're a funny one, Breeder soldier! So easy to scare!"
Lady, I'm not scared. I'm traumatized.
I followed her, each step filled with dread, whispering silently to the gods, to fate, to anyone listening:
Please get me out of here. I just want to go home... and hide under my bed... forever.
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I was dragged—yes, dragged—by the ever-delightful commander Elexa into a chamber that looked like the twisted Alpha version of the Omega secret facility back in Aurivelle!
Except... this one? Oh this was wilder.
The difference?
All the prisoners here were Alpha males—muscular, powerful, and now... embarrassingly restrained in positions so scandalous I felt like I walked into the dark side of a futuristic dairy farm!
Each Alpha male had their own high-tech glass cell, and in every single one, an Alpha was tied—literally tied. Arms bound, legs strapped, neck locked in place like a medieval prisoner wearing a sci-fi dog collar. Oh, and let's not forget the gag in their mouths and the blindfolds covering their eyes. Because why not, right? We love sensory deprivation around here!
But the most disturbing part?
There was a suction device—connected directly to their royal manhoods—that looked like it belonged more in an alien adult film than a scientific facility. The thing was slowly bobbing up and down like it was preparing a protein smoothie!
I gulped. Hard.
This wasn't a breeding facility. This was an Alpha milking factory. And instead of cow's milk—they were harvesting... Alpha male juice.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Elexa purred beside me, gesturing with pride like she was presenting a new theme park ride. "Look at them. Once dominant, now reduced to this. Completely powerless."
She twirled her whip like a ribbon dancer on performance-enhancing drugs.
"Their only role here is reproduction. That's it. No barking orders, no raging dominance. Just... be still and be useful. If they resist, they get electrocuted. Simple, elegant. The collars they wear regulate their brainwaves and reduce aggression. Turns them from aggressive beasts... to calm and obedient pets."
Ah. So that's what those collars are for. They weren't fashion statements—they were mind-control devices!
Honestly, terrifying. But also... kind of impressive? I mean, Verilios' tech was light-years ahead. Disturbing? Yes. Ethically horrifying? Absolutely. But could I learn from it? Oh yes.
She brought me closer to one of the cells and gave me a VIP demonstration like we were on a school field trip to a factory—but instead of chocolate, it was semen.
The suction cup began its slow, mechanical motion up and down on the Alpha male's you-know-what. The poor guy tensed, every muscle in his body shivering. His back arched slightly. The process had started.
I looked away for a second.
Nope. Looked back.
This is not right. My Beta brain was screaming. This is 1000% not in the employee handbook.
"And to make sure the sperm is high quality," Elexa explained cheerfully, "they're hooked up to IV tubes filled with a perfect serum of vitamins, minerals, protein supplements, and hydration fluids. We take their health very seriously."
She cracked her whip again.
Seriously? They call this "taking care" of someone?!
Then she leaned in again, gleeful. "Observe closely, Soldier B-B495!"
The Alpha male groaned through the gag, his body trembling harder. A moment later, a stream of white fluid shot up through the tube and into a collection container attached at the base. I watched it swirl in slow motion, like some kind of cursed milkshake.
And... dear gods above, the container was almost full!
"Wha—how much did that guy produce?!" I whispered, genuinely shocked. I mean, is he okay? Is he still alive? Does he still have semen left inside his body!
The Alpha panted like he'd just run a marathon in the desert. He was drenched in sweat, his chest heaving, but he couldn't move. He couldn't even wipe his own face. This was his daily routine. No breaks. Just constant collection.
"Don't they get dehydrated?" I asked, honestly concerned.
"Nope! The IV keeps everything balanced. Water levels, nutrient absorption—it's all automated. They could live like this forever."
Forever?! Lady, what kind of dystopian hell spa is this?!
A breeder soldier came in, casually collected the full container of Alpha juice like it was just another Tuesday at a cafe!
"We preserve every sample in cryogenic vaults," Elexa said. "That way, the genetic material stays fresh and viable for years."
I blinked.
"So... these Alphas aren't wearing chastity cages like the ones outside. Their... um... manhood still as big as it should be for an Alpha male."
"Why?" she turned to me sharply. "Are you volunteering to wear one?"
"W-what?! N-no! Just asking! Curiosity only!" I yelped.
Her eyes twinkled like she was waiting for a reason to chain me to the next milking pod.
"The ones outside," she continued, "are the rejects. The unworthy. Lowlife Alphas who failed the breeding standards. They wear chastity cages to remind them of their shame. To make them understand—they are not proud Alphas anymore. They are pets. Slaves. Breeding is a privilege, and they've been stripped of it."
WHIP!
She snapped her whip again, just for fun, and turned on her heel. "Now come. Let me show you the next room. This one's even more exciting."
I shuffled after her with the grace of a dying squirrel. My legs were weak. My brain? Even weaker.
All I wanted... was to go home, throw myself under a blanket, and forget I ever laid eyes on this place.
And this time?
The room we entered was... different.
I mean very different from the previous chamber of Alpha milking nightmares.
This one was pristine. Glowing. Sparkling. Like a heavenly spa sanctuary designed by a luxury-obsessed alien race. The air smelled like essential oils and enlightenment. I half-expected a harp to start playing in the background.
"The ones housed in this chamber," Elexa said, flicking her whip lazily like a fashion accessory, "are Omega males and Omega females. They're assigned the sacred duty of carrying life. Naturally, they're given a higher standard of care."
Oh, you don't say?
I looked around, mouth agape. This place was the exact opposite of the Alpha chamber, where guys were strapped up like prisoners at a BDSM farm. Here?
Skincare treatments. Massages. Gourmet meals. Pedicures. Hair & makeup. Strawberry-scented oxygen.
It was basically a five-star resort with pregnant guests.
I swear, if reincarnation exists, I wanna come back as an Omega male in Verilios. Forget Alpha pride—I want that collagen facial and prenatal back rub.
We strolled through rows of glowing lounge beds, where visibly pregnant Omegas lounged like royalty. They had silk robes, glowing skin, and expressions like, "Yes, I'm carrying the future, now fetch me a smoothie."
And then it hit me.
One day, this could be Champ.
Wait. WAIT.
What if Champ's weird attitude—his sass, his diva energy, his refusal to fight without a hair flip—what if it's because his ancestry came from here?!
Oh no.
What if... Champ really isn't the protagonist—he's the villain of this whole story?! An undercover spa-bred Omega agent working for Verilios!?
WHIP!
Another crack of Elexa's whip jolted me out of my emotional crisis.
"Keep walking," she ordered like a dominatrix with a schedule.
We stepped into another room—and the vibe? Immediately horrifying again.
This one was cold, sterile, and empty. Rows of metal hospital beds sat inside glass cells, lined up like something from a dystopian ER. No one was inside—yet—but it screamed "creepy science happens here."
"This room," Elexa said with chilling calm, "is for Alpha males who've undergone genetic alteration. It's part of Project Genesis."
I froze. "Project... Genesis?"
"Yes," she replied. "The goal? To reverse the definition of what it means to be an Alpha male."
I blinked. "You mean..."
"Instead of intimidation and dominance," she explained, "they will become soft. Gentle. Submissive. Their bodies will be altered to resemble Omega males. Their aggression? Suppressed. Their muscle mass? Reduced. Their auras? Erased."
My jaw dropped.
"They will gain the ability to go into heat and carry children. Their manly features will be feminized. No more brawling, no more rebellion. Just obedient, breedable vessels."
"In short..." I muttered, "You're turning them into Omega males. But they're still technically Alphas?"
"Exactly," Elexa confirmed, with an evil little glimmer in her eye.
Project Genesis. This was huge. Terrifying. A genetic reprogramming of an entire species.
I need to tell Mr. Voder. Like, now. Urgently. With sirens.
And then—oh no. Oh no no no.
Silver.
They took Silver! What if—what if they're planning to make him part of Project Genesis?! I can't even picture it—Silver, my angry, sarcastic Sigma, suddenly transformed into a soft-spoken, glowing-skinned, womb-equipped beauty queen!
NO. Absolutely not. I don't want him turning into some seductive, doe-eyed version of himself who says "please" and "thank you."
I'd rather take the murderous, emotionally damaged Silver than a sweet, heat-triggered cupcake version.
"I should mention," Elexa added casually, "Melior has already succeeded with one Alpha male. His transformation was a complete success. He's now in the early stages of pregnancy. There's already a fetus developing in his new uterus."
I nearly choked on my own air. THEY DID IT?! They actually made a pregnant Alpha male?!
This place is insanity. Pure, organized, spa-scented insanity.
And now?
I'm shaking. Sweating. Planning 327 different escape routes in my head. I need to find Silver before they inject him with fairy dust and hormones.
I glanced at Elexa, still grinning like a whip-happy tour guide from hell. She couldn't know what I was planning.
I had to escape from her. Somehow.
Because if Silver becomes Omega-nized... I might never ever get my grumpy murder machine back.
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Third Person POV
Silver was laid out on a high-tech operating bed inside the core chamber of the Alpha Breeding Laboratory, the coldest heart of Verilios' experimentation grounds. His wrists and ankles were tightly bound with reinforced straps—built not just for restraint, but for resistance. Even if he woke up mid-fury, he wouldn't be able to budge.
To ensure total compliance, a sleek controlling collar had already been secured around his neck. Its sleek metal gleamed faintly, silently pulsing. It wasn't just decorative. It was a neurological override—a device engineered to suppress the primal aggression of Alpha males and bring them into a tranquil, obedient state.
Melior, the lead geneticist and twisted mastermind of Project Genesis, stood over him, eyes gleaming like a child unwrapping a long-awaited gift. He couldn't contain his excitement as he scanned Silver's perfectly sculpted, muscular physique.
"Magnificent," Melior whispered, almost breathless. "The ideal subject. The final prototype."
This was his dream—an Alpha male who retained all masculine features, aura, and dominance, but who had the biological capacity to conceive.
Melior didn't want to erase masculinity. No, he adored it. He wanted to bend it—twist it into something new. Something revolutionary. A powerful Alpha male, proud and virile... carrying life.
Silver was hooked up to an array of scanning monitors, IV tubes, and sensor pads. Melior paced slowly, studying the vitals on his glowing holographic interface.
"Testosterone levels are off the charts," he muttered to himself, clearly impressed. "A super high-class Alpha. Perfect. We'll maintain those levels... but introduce estrogen enhancers for womb development and hormonal stabilization."
His fingers danced across the digital console, modifying formulas and syncing hormone schedules. The screen showed the blueprint: Phase One point five – Project Genesis. Subject: Rogue Alpha.
With surgical calm, Melior approached Silver and began removing his clothes—first the upper gear, then down to the bottom—until Silver lay completely exposed beneath the laboratory lights.
Melior smiled like an artist admiring a masterpiece.
"What a specimen," he said, eyes locked on Silver's manhood. "What a waste it would be to shrink this. No—let it remain. It just won't function as before."
He gently grasped it, examining its size and composition clinically.
"Eight and a half inches," he mused. "Above average. Sturdy, primal. I doubt a chastity cage would even fit unless he's completely flaccid... and even then, it might crack."
From the shadows, Voder watched, hidden in a narrow observation gap in the wall. He held his breath, every muscle tensed. He had followed Silver here, waiting for the perfect time to intervene. But for now... he had to observe. He needed intel.
If Melior injected him with anything—anything—Voder would act.
Melior, unaware of the eyes on him, turned his attention to another Alpha across the room. This one was already undergoing the after phase one of Project Genesis.
The Alpha male was resting in a separate containment pod, and even without monitors, the transformation was obvious. His abdomen had swollen—a visible pregnancy bump rising beneath his skin. The process had worked.
Melior approached him with a scientist's fascination, gently placing his hand over the Alpha's belly.
"The fetus is developing rapidly. The uterus has fully adapted," he said, voice low with awe.
Then, he cupped the Alpha's chest.
"Even the mammary tissues are swelling. He's preparing to lactate. The body knows what to do."
He checked the readouts.
"Vitals stable. Heartbeat steady. Estrogen levels are well above average. Testosterone has dropped significantly."
From his hiding place, Voder swallowed hard.
This was it. The first confirmed pregnant Alpha male.
His stomach turned.
"This isn't right," Voder muttered to himself. "No one should be forced into this. I'm sorry... I'm sorry they used you."
Then—
A flicker.
Movement.
Silver's eyes snapped open.
Disoriented. Groggy. Furious.
He scanned the sterile white ceiling, sensors buzzing softly in the air. Machines beeped in sync with his vital signs. His body ached. His mind raced.
"Where... am I?" he rasped.
Melior turned, grinning with clinical glee. "Ah, you're awake. Welcome to my lab, Alpha. You've been selected as a key subject for Project Genesis. A new future awaits you."
Silver glared at him, breathing heavy. "What... did you say?"
"We'll be modifying your reproductive system. You'll still look like the Alpha you are, don't worry—strong, dominant, fierce. But you'll no longer impregnate others... you'll be the one getting pregnant."
Melior said it like a gift.
But to Silver—it was a curse.
His eyes widened.
"No one," he growled, voice rising like a storm, "gets to rewrite who I am!"
The bindings creaked as he thrashed, rage igniting in his blood. His muscles strained against the restraints, primal fury radiating off of him.
Melior didn't flinch.
"You'll calm down soon. The collar is already activating."
True enough, the collar around Silver's neck began to glow, softly at first—then brighter. A sequence of neuro-electrical pulses fired silently into his nervous system. Its job? Send calmness signals. Override his rage. Make him obedient.
But then—
Nothing happened.
Silver's fury didn't dim. His breathing grew heavier. His eyes flared with unbroken defiance.
Melior stepped back, shocked.
"The collar... it's not working?"
Silver snarled. "I'm not your toy. I'm not your subject. I'm not your Alpha-baby-making machine."
And with one violent jerk—he almost snapped one of the straps binding his right arm.
Melior's face paled. The collar continued to pulse, desperate to override him.
But Silver wasn't calming down.
He was waking up.
And the storm was just beginning.
The blinking lights on Silver's controlling collar began to flicker—erratic, unstable, wrong. The glow that once pulsed with calm authority now spasmed like a machine on the verge of failure.
Melior squinted at the interface. "What the...?"
Then—it popped.
A sharp spark exploded from the collar's circuitry, followed by a high-pitched screech. The collar overloaded, its system unable to contain the seething storm of Silver's fury. A burst of smoke rose from his neck as the device fizzled out, completely fried.
System Failure.
But Silver? He was just getting started.
His body writhed like a caged beast, muscles bulging beneath the restraints. His breath turned into snarls, his eyes wild with primal rage. He wasn't just fighting—he was hunting, and the moment he broke free, he'd tear through the room like a hurricane of claws and vengeance.
"No—NO!" Melior gasped, stumbling backward. "He's not an Alpha! He can't be!"
Frantic, Melior bolted toward his medical desk, knocking over vials and data chips as he grabbed a loaded tranquilizer injector. With shaky hands, he plunged the needle into Silver's arm, emptying the entire dose.
Still, Silver roared. But slowly—so slowly—his fury began to fade. His movements slowed. His breath came in uneven gasps. His eyelids flickered... then closed.
He collapsed against the bed, unconscious once more.
Melior staggered back, chest heaving. Sweat beaded down his temples.
"I nearly lost him..." he whispered. "That wasn't just an Alpha..."
He stared at the scorched remains of the collar.
"That was a Sigma male."
The words left his lips like a curse.
"No wonder the collar failed. It doesn't work on Sigmas—they're not wired like the rest. You can't sedate that kind of instinct. You can't dominate it. If he escapes... he'll be unstoppable."
He wiped his brow, hands still trembling.
"This won't please Nihilex. If he finds out I've got a living Sigma male... he'll order an execution. Immediately."
In the shadows, Voder was frozen.
He had just heard everything.
His breath caught in his throat. So it was true—Silver wasn't just a powerful Alpha. He was something more. Something forbidden. Something legendary.
A Sigma.
That explained everything. The resistance. The rage. The failed collar.
And worse—it meant Silver was in greater danger than he realized.
Melior, meanwhile, began pacing, deep in thought.
"But I can't stop now," he murmured. "If anything, this makes it more important. A Sigma male for my experiment? A living miracle! I have to continue. I have to finish the formula. No one must know what he is."
He turned back to Silver, who now lay unconscious, unmoving.
"But where did you come from?" Melior asked, his voice quiet. "How is a Sigma even alive in this age?"
With a heavy sigh, Melior returned to his terminal, loading up new compound profiles. The tranquilizers were prepped, ready for Silver's next awakening. He began tweaking the hormone bypass protocol, inputting new data based on Sigma physiology.
Then—spark.
The conduit beside the terminal flared suddenly, sparks hissing and dancing across the lab floor. The core processing unit began pulsing erratically.
Short circuit. System instability.
"No—NO—NO! Not now! Not when I'm this close to cracking the bypass!" Melior shouted, slamming his fists onto the console.
The machine buzzed angrily in response. Warning lights flashed red. The entire terminal glitched as the chemical formulas blinked in and out of existence.
Panicked but trying to maintain composure, Melior grabbed his data chip and stormed toward the exit.
"Tsk. I'll borrow equipment from Elexa. She has backups."
And just like that, the scientist disappeared into the sterile corridors of the breeding facility.
Now, the lab was quiet.
Voder emerged from the shadows, his boots silent as he stepped closer to the operating beds. His eyes immediately fell on the other Alpha male—the one who had already been altered.
The sight stole the breath from his lungs.
The male lay peacefully, his abdomen swollen from pregnancy. Sensors blinked around his body. His once-proud, warrior-like physique was now softer, more fragile. Voder hesitated, then reached out and gently touched the curve of his stomach.
Inside... a life was growing.
Voder's eyes softened, sadness flickering behind them.
"They've changed you," he whispered. "You're no longer the Alpha you once were. I'm sorry..."
His voice trembled as he leaned in, brushing a hand across the male's chest—now rounded, subtly prepared for lactation. "I never thought I'd live to see the day... that I'd see an Alpha male... pregnant."
There was awe in his voice. Grief, too.
And a rising sense of urgency.
Because if they succeeded with one...
Silver might be next.
And Voder knew—he had to act before it was too late.
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Jiggs' POV
At this point in my life, I had never felt more like a medieval servant fanning a sassy queen while feeding her grapes—because that's exactly what I was doing.
There sat Commander Elexa, legs crossed on her velvet lounge like the Supreme Overlord of feistiness. I stood at her side, nervously flapping a massive jungle leaf in one hand, and feeding her grapes with the other like some kind of butler gone wrong.
"Ahhh," she commanded, mouth open, signaling for another grape.
(WHIP!)
The sound cracked the air beside my ear, and I flinched like a whipped chihuahua.
"Faster, you bumbling Beta! I want my grape! Where is it!"
"Y-Yes, Commander!" I yelped, panicking, and accidentally shoved three whole grapes into her mouth in one go. She choked, coughing violently.
"Are you trying to kill me?!" she shrieked, glaring daggers at me.
"N-no! Never again, Commander Elexa! I swear on my last pay stub!"
Before she could whip me again, the chamber doors creaked open. In walked a tall, imposing figure clad in a crimson red robe—the head of the Executioner Unit, Commander Hart.
Here we go again.
"What brings you here, Hart?" Elexa asked, eyebrow arched.
"I heard you contained a rogue Alpha," Hart said smoothly. "I want to see him. Perhaps break him. A new pet for my collection. It's been a while since I've had one worth humiliating."
I swallowed hard. That man collected Alphas like kids collected action figures. And he broke them.
"He's not here," Elexa replied coolly. "Melior took him to the Alpha Breeding Laboratory."
"Melior?" Hart scoffed. "Why does he get the rogue? That Alpha would make a fine addition to my slave pen!"
"Melior got to him first before you. And frankly, he's more useful for our project than being chained in your bloody dungeon," Elexa snapped.
"Fine. Once we invade Aurivelle, I'll get plenty more Alphas for my collection," Hart said with a shrug.
Aurivelle. Invasion. My brain short-circuited. They were planning to conquer the Alphas of Aurivelle!
That's genocide by humiliation! Somebody alert the whole citizen of Aurivelle! But wait? Who will do that!
"And who was the soldier who caught this rogue Alpha?" Hart asked curiously. "If he outsmarted a rogue, that soldier must be exceptional."
Elexa grinned wickedly. Then pointed. "In front of you."
Me. ME?!
Hart turned, examining me from head to toe. Not that he could tell what I looked like under all this uniform. I looked like a rolled-up carpet.
"You?" he asked.
"Y-y-yes, Commander Hart," I croaked.
"And how did you catch a rogue Alpha?"
Time to improvise.
"Well, uh, I saw him wandering in the forest, real confused. Poor guy probably thought our kingdom was a hiking trail. He was... um... aggressive. Eating live animals. Even insects. Total wild man. So I followed him—like a shadow—and when the time was right, I struck! With my halberd! Took him down like a beast!"
Hart stared at me for a long moment, then nodded with an impressed smirk. "Impressive. Elexa, I want this soldier transferred to the Executioner Unit."
"Wait—what?! Me?" I blinked.
(WHIP!)
Elexa cracked her whip between us like a barrier spell. "No! He's mine! He belongs in the Breeder Unit!"
She grabbed my arm.
"He'd make a fantastic hunter in my unit!" Hart argued, grabbing my other arm.
And then it happened.
They began tugging. On me. Like I was the last discounted watermelon in a grocery store brawl.
"I-I think I'm being stretched—!!" I yelped.
"Give him to me!"
"No! He's under my command!"
The door hissed open, and in strutted the mad scientist himself, wild-eyed and humming to himself like a villain who just discovered coffee.
"Am I interrupting a territorial tug-of-war?" he asked, deadpan. "Charming."
"Stay out of it, Melior," Elexa snapped. "Hart wants my soldier."
"He could be an Executioner!" Hart barked.
"Just let him choose where he wants." Melior said calmly. "Anyway, I'm here to see you, Elexa. My terminal short-circuited again and it sparked. I think you might have a spare of an equipment that I require for my terminal. I need a double-filter conduit for the echo-feedback loop because the recursive signal keeps—"
"What are you even saying?!" Elexa interrupted, scowling. "Your terminal sparked? Toss water on it!"
"That'll destroy it!" Melior snapped and looked at Hart.
Hart threw his hands in the air. "Don't look at me. I don't speak gibberish. Your problem, not mine."
Melior looked around, deadpan. "I am surrounded by functional idiots."
And me?
Well, I understood what he was saying. Because despite being a coward, a grape-stuffer, and a part-time butler, I actually knew a thing or two about tech.
So I grinned and spoke up. "Hey, hey! I heard the very manly scream of a tech emergency. Want some duct tape and trauma bonding?"
Melior squinted. "This is a sensitive synthetic power core meltdown. Not something you fix with duct tape and sarcasm."
"Oh," I shrugged. "Then just reroute the echo loop through a dead zone in the signal processor and feed it a dummy signal. You don't need the double-filter conduit. You'll get 23 seconds of stability—just enough to recalibrate the magnetic array."
Silence.
Elexa and Hart looked at me like I'd just spoken in Parseltongue.
Melior?
He lit up like a child on his birthday.
"Genius!" he cried. "Brilliant suggestion! Why didn't I think of that?!"
He grabbed both of my hands and bounced on the spot.
"You, my dear Beta, do not belong in this facility. Come with me! I'll make you my second-in-command in the Technological Unit!"
(WHIP!)
"NO!" Elexa roared. "He belongs to me! He stays here!"
"He's a hunter! He should be with me!" Hart shouted.
"He's a tech genius! He belongs with me!"
Now the three of them were all fighting over me like I was the last USB charger in the apocalypse.
I didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or pass out from whiplash. Was I really that good? Nah... Probably not. Maybe like... 70% good. Okay, 65.
But still, I was flattered.
And also scared for my entire life.
There they were—Elexa, Hart, and Melior—all three of them arguing at the same time, all yelling over one another like rabid auctioneers trying to win the last shiny Beta at a clearance sale.
I stood in the middle of their chaos like a confused price tag, wondering if I should be flattered, terrified, or both. Honestly, it felt like watching three toddlers fight over a toy—with me as the toy.
Then—WHIP!
Elexa's signature sound sliced the air like a commandment from the heavens.
Everyone froze.
"I'd say we settle this properly," Melior said, tilting his head. "We each give our best reason why we should keep the Beta soldier—and whoever makes the strongest case gets to keep him."
I am not a houseplant! I wanted to yell.
"I don't need a reason," Elexa snapped, flipping her hair. "I want him. He still needs to feed me my grapes everyday! End of story."
Hart stepped forward. "He's got rogue Alpha hunting skills. That's exactly what I need for my Executioner Unit. Precision, stealth, aggression. He's mine."
Melior smirked like a scientist who just solved a calculus problem in the shower. "I believe I have the most important reason of all. With Phase One of Project Genesis nearing completion, I require another mind—someone who can support the operation in case of unforeseen anomalies. Our dear Beta here shows technical aptitude. With Nihilex breathing down my neck about progress, having a capable assistant is vital."
Even I nodded a little. I mean... the guy made sense.
Wait! Snap out of it, Jiggs! They're all enemies! Stay focused on the mission!
Still... if I had to choose one of these lunatics to follow around, it'd probably be Melior. He's weird, sure, but he's got that "harmless chaos gremlin" vibe. Plus, my mission at the Breeding Facility was over. Time to hack the Technological Unit lab next.
Hart and Elexa both sighed simultaneously, defeated.
"Nice!" Melior clapped his hands and gave me a thumbs-up and a wink.
Huh. Kinda charming for a mad scientist.
"So, he's with me now?" he asked, grinning.
"What else can we do?" Hart muttered.
"When I'm done with Project Genesis, you can borrow him," Melior added. "Let's go!"
Before I could object, he grabbed my wrist and dragged me away.
"Wait, wait! Can I at least get the green uniform?! I want the green one! I look more sexy with that one!" I called out.
"Soon!" Melior laughed maniacally as we disappeared down the hallway.
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We entered the Alpha Breeding Laboratory, and my heart practically danced a samba in my chest. Yes. This was the kind of place I loved—massive machines humming, blinking consoles, cables everywhere, and that faint buzzing that made tech people like me feel alive.
It was like walking into a futuristic orchestra of synthetic music.
But then—I saw him.
Silver.
Lying unconscious on a lab bed.
My feet froze. My breath hitched.
I darted toward him like a concerned Omega mom during flu season. I reached out and gently tapped his forehead.
"Silver..." I whispered, trying to coax him awake.
No response.
Melior walked past me, raising a brow. "He's fine. Just sleeping."
"Just checking if he was... y'know, awake," I said, pretending to be casual—but my nerves were tap dancing.
Then I blurted out the question that had been eating at me like a swarm of fire ants.
"IS HE PREGNANT?!"
Melior raised a brow. "Unfortunately... not yet."
"'Unfortunately'?" I repeated, voice cracking.
I exhaled in relief, hands on my knees like I'd just run a marathon.
Good. Good. He wasn't pregnant. Not yet.
Because honestly? If Silver wakes up and finds out he's carrying something, he's going to go feral. Like... "rip-the-lab-apart-and-scream-in-seven-languages" feral.
Worse? What if he does get pregnant and starts popping out tiny, violent, sarcasm-filled Silver spawns?
One Silver is already a walking disaster. Imagine a whole army of him.
An army of Silver babies marching in unison, flipping tables while people are eating, starting revolutions, and judging everyone's fashion choices. Aurivelle And Verilios wouldn't survive.
The whole world wouldn't survive.
Nope. No Silver babies. Not today, science!
I gave Silver another worried glance.
For now, he was safe.
But with Melior around?
I had to stay alert.
Because in this lab... chaos breeds life.
And I wasn't ready for a Silver babies apocalypse.
Melior let out a dramatic sigh, the kind you'd expect from someone about to reveal either world-shattering news or what they had for lunch.
Then, he motioned me over to his terminal.
"I actually have a secret to tell you," he whispered, eyes darting around like he expected someone to be eavesdropping on his mad scientist monologue.
Secrets? Oh, yes please. I live for drama.
I leaned in, nose nearly touching his face, all ears and gossip-ready like some sort of paparazzi preparing for scandal.
He squinted at me... and shoved my face away.
"I'll tell you after you fix my terminal."
Rude. But fair.
"Pfft. Easy," I said, cracking my knuckles. Cue hacker music.
I bent over the console and quickly rerouted the echo loop through a dead zone in the signal processor, then backfed a dummy signal into the regulator. And then... we wait.
Twenty-three seconds.
Suddenly, the humming settled. The sparks stopped. The core pulsed in a steady, glorious rhythm.
"It's... fixed?" Melior blinked. "You fixed it?! Amazing!"
"Oh, I used to short-circuit military drones for fun," I replied, flipping my hair dramatically. "Same principle, fewer explosions. Also... you're welcome."
Then I did a little bow—because I'm humble like that.
"What's your name again?"
"Jiggs. Or Mysterious Man. Depends. If I impress you—Mysterious Man. If I annoy you, then just Jiggs."
Melior clapped like a happy madman. "Mysterious Man! My favorite title for you. Finally, someone who actually speaks my language! I've been surrounded by walking idiots for ages! You—you are going to help me with my secret experiment!"
"Ohoho... a secret experiment, you say?"
He beamed. "Yes! Follow me."
He led me past Silver's bed—who was still dramatically unconscious—and toward another operating table I hadn't noticed before.
There, lying peacefully, was another male.
And my eyes bulged.
"Wait... is this an Omega?"
"Nope. That's an Alpha."
"What?!" I shouted. "Why does he look like an Omega male with a belly full of pastries?! Don't tell me—he's pregnant?!"
Melior nodded, proud as ever. "You are correct, Mysterious Man. He is pregnant, thanks to my gene-altering serum. You've heard of Project Genesis, yes? Nihilex's vision to feminize Alpha males—make them less intimidating, more delicate, and of course, fertile."
I turned slowly, staring at the pregnant Alpha like he was a unicorn dipped in glitter.
"Project... Genesis," I muttered.
"I've succeeded in Phase One," Melior explained. "This Alpha's physical appearance, scent, even reproductive anatomy—it's all been rewritten. He's calmer. Submissive. Softer. The opposite of what an Alpha usually is."
I looked at Melior. "And what's your secret experiment, then?"
He grinned. "I want to retain the Alpha's physical identity. Keep the dominance, the aggression, the masculinity—but give them the ability to conceive. A perfect balance. They won't be able to impregnate others anymore, but they'll still look and feel like traditional Alphas. And the subject I want for this..."
He gestured toward Silver, still asleep.
"Absolutely not!" I gasped. "That's the worst idea I've ever heard!"
"Why?"
"Because we don't know him!" I cried. "He might get pregnant, birth a horde of tiny, rage-filled clones of himself, then build an army and launch a global takeover! One of this guy might be already scary—imagine twenty-five! With fangs and sarcasm!"
Melior just laughed softly. "He's the perfect vessel. To admit, he's a Sigma male. That makes him rare, yes—but unpredictable. I can't contain him without tranquilizers."
"See?! You just proved my point. Pick someone else! Maybe... I don't know... a cactus!"
But Melior was already back at the terminal. "My secret formula will be universal. It can be used to any type of Males, but I want to test it more with the Alpha or Sigma males. I just need to tweak a few variables in the code. Unfortunately... it's not cooperating."
He pulled up a screen filled with ridiculously complicated code. It looked like someone let a cat walk on a keyboard after watching too many sci-fi movies.
"The sequence won't stabilize," he muttered. "I've tried looping the decay variable into the reaction formula, but it corrupts the synthetics every time the algorithm hits Phase Six."
I nodded thoughtfully. "Have you tried threatening it? Sometimes I do that with my toaster when it doesn't work."
Melior blinked. "Jiggs, I've tried emotional manipulation. Unfortunately, it's immune to sarcasm."
Oh no. He used my real name. He's irritated. Abort, abort!
He pointed at a specific section. "This section here—the transduction delay—has to line up perfectly with the synthetic response curve or the whole thing collapses. I've rewritten it nine times!"
"Alright. Move over, Science Dad," I said, cracking my fingers again. I waved my hands in front of the terminal, sliding code around like a piano maestro with anxiety.
"Okay, here's your problem... you're trying to force a cascade loop into a linear transition. That's like... making spaghetti out of a laser beam."
Melior opened his mouth. "That metaphor makes no scientific sense."
He was about to argue when I cut in:
"I'm going to restructure the core logic tree and reroute a conditional function you've completely overlooked."
I input the changes.
The code shimmered, pulsed...
And stabilized.
"No errors!" I shouted, triumphant.
Melior gasped. "How—how did you know to reroute the loop anchor into the inverse null?!"
"Oh, I eat computer coding for breakfast, lunch, and dinner."
Melior's eyes sparkled like a madman staring at fireworks made of quantum data.
"You might actually be a genius, Mysterious Man," he said breathlessly. "You might even know more than me!"
I just gave him my trademark, flustered-but-fabulous grin even if he doesn't see it because of my helmet.
What can I say? Some people are born chaotic. Others... become chaotic and genius... like me!
We both stared at the screen in stunned silence as the final simulation finished its run.
Melior clapped his hands like a child on a sugar high. "Okay! Time to develop the serum for the secret experiment formula! Hehehe!"
Attached to the terminal was a sleek AI-operated bio-manufacturing device, already whirring to life. The machine hissed and hummed as it extracted the stabilized code I had so lovingly (and impulsively) debugged... and began converting it into liquid science.
As I watched the thick serum slowly fill the gleaming containment tube, my eyes widened in dawning horror.
Oh no.
What have I done?!
I got too hyped up into the code. Too in the zone. I let the nerd take the wheel and now—now I was literally making pregnancy juice for Alphas.
I helped a mad scientist build a fertility formula!
"Success!" Melior cried with glee. He snatched up a small auto-syringe and extracted a sample of the formula like it was a divine elixir. "The fruit of our genius is now locked and loaded!"
I swallowed. Hard. My soul tried to eject from my body.
If Melior succeeded in making Silver pregnant... I would be responsible. I would be the true villain of this entire story. Not Nihilex. Not Melior. Not even Hart or Elexa!
It would be me.
Jiggs. AKA The Mysterious Man Who Accidentally made the Deadliest Signma Male Alive that can be impregnated!
And when Silver finds out?
Oh, he's not going to murder me. No. He's going to invent new ways to end me.
Then I saw it. Melior, with that creepy twinkle in his eye, walking—no, prancing—toward Silver's unconscious body, syringe in hand, looking like he was about to inject a unicorn with steroids.
NOPE. NOPE. ABSOLUTELY NOT.
"Stop!!!" I shouted.
Suddenly, the world went into slow motion.
Melior raised the syringe.
I sprinted toward him, flailing my arms like a deranged air traffic controller.
He got closer.
I dove across the room like I was in an action movie, my cape of panic flapping behind me. Right as he was about to inject Silver, I slammed into him, smacking the syringe from his hand.
The syringe soared gracefully upwards, spinning like an Olympic gymnast mid-air.
I threw myself over Silver's body, dramatically embracing him protectively like a mother hen shielding her clueless chick. "Not him! Choose anyone else! He is off-limits!" My dramatic flair was in full swing today.
"Jiggs!" He whined petulantly, stomping a foot like a child denied his candy. "You've ruined the best part!"
Melior merely pointed upward, eyes bulging comically wide. I tilted my head back and gasped.
"Oh crap."
The syringe—needle pointed down, of course—was hurtling back towards us. Because why wouldn't it be?
My arms flailed around frantically like a windmill during a hurricane, desperately swatting at the air to prevent any sharp, pointy catastrophes. Slow-motion kicked in once again—because clearly, this was an action-packed thriller with an unlimited special-effects budget!
And in the most dramatic moment of my entire Beta life... we watched.
Time crawled agonizingly slow as the syringe descended inch-by-inch, aiming cruelly at Silver's chiseled chest. Melior's unsettlingly wide grin told me he was secretly enjoying this chaos way too much.
I locked eyes with Melior just in time to catch his eerie, maniacal giggle. "Finally," he whispered excitedly, clapping his hands. "The moment of glorious chaos!"
"NO NO NO—"
I reached out in slow motion, trying to swat it away.
Too late.
Suddenly—plot twist!—Mr. Voder burst onto the scene out of nowhere, eyes blazing heroically.
Melior jumped, shrieking like a frightened chipmunk. "Who the heck are you?!"
No time for introductions. Mr. Voder lunged forward in a desperate, slow-motion finger poke, determined to alter the syringe's fatal trajectory away from Silver.
The tension was peak soap-opera-level intense.
Mr. Voder stretched impossibly far, muscles trembling, finger extended heroically—
—and nudged the syringe away at the very last microsecond!
I exhaled dramatically, relief flooding me. Crisis averted!
Or so I thought.
Until...
Sting!
My eyes bulged in horror, and my mouth dropped wide open like a startled fish.
We all froze, gawking in shock at the syringe now embedded securely into the flesh.
The room went silent.
We all stared.
The liquid slowly trickled downward, sinking ominously beneath the skin.
Melior audibly swallowed, clearly stunned. Slowly, a fascinated yet creepy smile crawled across his lips. "Well, well, Congratulations."
...
He turned to us dramatically, eyes gleaming mischievously.
My brain fizzled and cracked under the weight of this absurd scene.
"NO!" I screamed dramatically, hands gripping my head.
"You're officially the world's very first Beta male who's biologically capable of becoming pregnant!"
"Absolutely not! I refuse! I DON'T WANT TO POOP A BABY OUT OF ANY HOLE!"
And it is all because of me being the mastermind by helping Melior on this freaking code! I unconsciously made myself to become the world's first Beta that can be impregnated!
End of Chapter 44