Novel & Cerita Is Beta Higher Than Omega

His voice came as a command, but I didn't say a word. "You marked her, Oliver. Now you must take her as your Luna and never mark another." He gave the final judgment and I watched my world attempt to crumble before me. I'm an Alpha under a curse already, and need a strong Luna beside me, how on earth should I settle for a weak omega as my Luna? My chest tightened in pain, and I felt waves of pain over my body. Sane tapped her feet on the floor in rage and began to run back to her pack. We both knew it was over. We both know the tradition.

“Who's in favor of Sasha Forster being a Beta?” They almost blinked at the same time, even Giro. “Alpha,” the reddish blonde Beta frowned. "Allow me to say this but...the girl isn't fit enough to be called a Beta. Her being an Omega is enough, even with the—uh, you know, flames.”

1 BEAUTY UNDER THE MOON 4023 - (A new world created more than just two gender, after the relentless experimentation of scientist to give equality to different sexual orientation, now male can give birth, women can impregnate man, 60% of new population are called Beta they are normal without restriction, 30% are called Alpha's they're the one who can rule all gender and are known for being strong, 10% are called Omega that mostly look down, for being the weakest and needs the most protection)

"Omegas are rarer. Social glue, emotionally bad ass, pack-centred, highly bonded. Their instincts tend toward connection and community." I nod slowly. "And Betas?" "We're the normal ones." She shrugs. I laugh. "Seriously. Most wolves are Betas. We don't have heats or ruts, don't get pulled round by instincts quite as hard. We sit in the middle." Connections are forming, loose ends knitting together for things I've experienced so far with no explanation. I am adding heats and ruts to marking on my things I should have been told list, so I can shout at one of them later, probably Corrian.

"Relax." "Easier said than done," I commented, and then Will slapped my ass hard, which echoed through the room. The pain took a while, but I felt that side of my ass start to burn and throb. "Well?" Will began to caress the spot he'd hit, but since there were ropes, the relief wasn't so immediate. His hand probably should have been hurt too, or not, since he's an Alpha. This shows how controlled the two of them are, because an Alpha's strength is much greater than an Omega's, and it would be very easy for them to hurt me.

Fortunately,Fortunately, there is no alpha in that area. I immediately called a taxi and told the driver where I was going. I closed my eyes and then thought. The Alphas areare given thethe giftgift that they have beautiful faces, bodies, and lives. They are smart and really leader-type, so that's not surprising. Betas are able to live without obstacles because they are not affected by pheromones, but we omegas are not. In the social hierarchy, we omegas are the lowest.

“Your endocrine system is undergoing a violent, systemic overhaul. Your body is suppressing Alpha traits and rapidly developing Omega receptors.” The word hung in the sterile air like a guillotine blade. Omega. Christopher stared at the screen. The numbers blurred together in a dizzying haze of red and black. His mind violently rejected the visual proof, his pride roaring against the impossible reality. In the hyper-competitive world of high finance and biotechnology, Alphas were the apex predators.

“‘Before,’ come on, we’re not in high school anymore. And even if you change your clothes, you just have to be an Omega.” It felt like a physical slap to the face. “What is it about Omegas?” My voice trembled as I asked, though I knew exactly what he was going to say. He sighed, finally looking at me with a sickening mix of pity and frustration. “Stop looking at me like that, like you don't know. In this city, Alphas rule the top of the food chain, especially in the major leagues. As a Beta, I already have to fight tooth and nail just to be respected on the same ice as those Alpha monsters. And having a plain Omega as my partner? It'll drag down my career.”

And why do they keep chasing me? People in this world are classified into three classes—Alphas, Betas and Omegas. The Alphas are on top of the chain and are considered a superior breed in every aspect. Betas are second in command. Then comes my weak race—Omegas. We are only seen and not heard, treated like breeding machines and sex slaves to Alphas. Only high-class elite Omegas are given respect. Alphas and Omegas have a higher chance of producing a Pure Alpha (someone who inherits all the dominant genes from Alpha); they mate with omegas. Mostly Betas and Alphas get married.

"I-I can't even move! I don't know what happened!! Joss makes it quick!! I-I don't mind my family knowing it!! But Bright! He's on his way here!! I-if he finds it out this way!!" "Calm down first. I am right outside my apartment, just hang on there. Try to keep your scent inside! Cover yourself and try to get some pills!" I pulled the cover over my head and tried to keep my spreading scent down. Betas never emitted pheromones but omegas did. And anyone could sense the difference between omega pheromones and alpha pheromones. I couldn't lie that way either. The sickening sweetness in the scent of an omega can only be suppressed by taking pills and trying to keep down your scent was like tryin