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With shaking hands, he held the papers while tears filled his eyes. He looked down and saw the little symbols that indicated what your second gender would be. One would be crossed, and that would mean that you were either an alpha, beta, or... an omega. He scanned the papers, and his eyes landed on the little cross that was scribbled on the paper. He read the word that was written next to it over and over again. Why him! He didn't even look like one. His shoulder shook, and he let the test result process in his mind. He felt so disappointed.

We put flowers on the balcony, a worn sofa in the living room, and her favorite dishes in the kitchen. On our wedding day, Chloe held my hand on stage and said: “From now on, no matter what happens, we trust each other first. We talk first.” I nodded. “No secrets. No running. We won’t let anyone hurt us with lies.”

He sat up in his chair and straightened his suit, not because it was wrinkled though- Megan suspected it was more of an habit with him than anything else, a mannerism whenever he wanted to say something serious. "Like I told you earlier," he began soon after, "Olympus is the United Nation's Covert Affairs Department on Threat Assessment and Response's paramilitary division. We're an autonomous unit that monitors the activities of the world for anything that can put it in danger, and respond when such threat arises with every resource at our disposal." "Resources which happen to include three superpowered teenagers," she completed for him. He nodded affirmative, smiling presumably at the way

“What?” “Ah-ah-I’m sup-ssssss-ssssssss-sup-supposed t-t-t-t-t-t-t-to ssss-st-sstay w-w-wi-“ I mentally cursed my inability to properly speak as Soren cut me off abruptly. “Look, I’ve got my orders and I don’t have time to listen to your stuttering mess of whatever it is you’re trying to say.”

That was my only consolation. “Quit the talking and get to work, Ethan. There’s no time for idle talks.” He reached for my neck and I was about to slap his hands off when I noticed the name tag on my neck that seem engraved to my chest. “We all have a tag, Athena. I guess we’re partners for today. C’mon, hurry. The masters are brutal.” My anger softened as I ran my finger above the dents on my chest caressing the golden imprint of my name. What in the world is this place?

I can be clumsy sometimes, but he scared me. “Bloody hell!” he takes long strides towards me and I quickly stand up. He opens the door then roughly pushes me out and I hit my arm on the wall. Damn that’s going to leave a bruise, sigh, just when the ones I had were starting to fade now I have to deal with another one. I walk back to the dining area and find omega’s already started with the clearing of the table and I get onto it.

After the door shut behind him and the butterflies let me go, I collapsed back on the couch. "Wow, so," I glanced over at mom who was sideways to my vision. I flip over so she was right side up and I watched her attempt to pick the right words. "Alpha and Omega, Omega to Luna." Like a water faucet she started to cry, I stand and tug her into a hug.

In Zack's mind, there was no longer room for belittling or discriminating, especially against omegas. He imagined a more positive shift in civilization, where everyone was valued based on their character and contributions, not their position in the social hierarchy. Zack wanted to abolish long-standing traditions—traditions that often led to hazing and mistreatment of those deemed weak. Instead, he wished to introduce a more liberal and open system, where everyone had the opportunity to grow and voice their opinions.