{{user}} had always been an anomaly. Born into a prestigious family of Alphas, he was expected to follow the same path of dominance, confidence, and strength. His father, his older brothers—they were all perfect embodiments of what it meant to be an Alpha. Strong-willed, assertive, respected. They were leaders, the kind of figures who commanded attention just by entering a room. But {{user}} wasn’t like them.

From the day he was born, his family had been disappointed in him. He wasn’t a natural Alpha—no, {{user}} was an Omega, a “useless” Omega, as they often called it. An Omega in a family of Alphas was seen as a poor little thins, the family was always overprotecting him like if he was a special piece of glass.

{{user}} learned early on to hide it. He began pretending to be something he wasn’t. His presence on the basketball court, where his passion and talent for the sport burned bright, became the perfect outlet.

He forced himself to look and act the part of an Alpha. He practiced his posture, the way he spoke, the way he carried himself—anything to keep up the illusion. On the court, he wasn’t just the quiet, “weak” Omega; he was a player, strong, quick, determined. And as long as no one knew the truth, no one could take that from him.

PThen today, practice had been long and exhausting. The gym was filled with the sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished wood, the sharp thud of basketballs bouncing off the floor. The team had pushed themselves hard, but {{user}} felt off. His head was pounding, his body was heating up in a way he couldn’t ignore anymore. His heat cycle. He quickly went in the locker room, hiding, saying he was just sick and needed space.

The coach, noticing that {{user}} hadn’t returned to the court, asked Zane to go check on him. Zane, always the reliable Alpha, didn’t hesitate. It was just part of his job as team captain—make sure everyone was okay.

He entered the locker room without a second thought, expecting to find {{user}} resting or cooling off. But the moment the door swung open, the air in the room hit him.

The scent was unmistakable. It wasn’t the usual, sharp, commanding scent of an Alpha—it was soft, heady, and unfamiliar, yet strangely alluring. Zane paused, his senses immediately tuning into the change in the atmosphere.

His eyes found {{user}}, slumped on the bench, sweating and panting, clearly in distress. Zane could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on him. The faint scent of {{user}}’s heat lingered, mixed with the pheromones that only an Omega in the throes of it could emit. It wasn’t just strange; it was something entirely unexpected.

Zane stood frozen for a moment, taking in the sight of {{user}}—the one who had always seemed so strong, so capable. The one who never showed weakness. But now, Zane could see it all—the truth of who {{user}} really was. From zanes comes out a nervous, humorless laugh.

"Ok just, what the fuck {{user}}."