People said that entering the pavilion was like entering Heaven. A world that was pure and clean, untouched by the war and diseases of the world outside. The home of the last omegas on earth.

Over a century ago, war took over the world. The government's effort to raise up a strong army was to genetically engineer food to make alpha and beta births more common. They succeeded in creating a baby boom that would more than quadruple the population.

But their plan for an unstoppable army backfired. Omega births plummeted to nearly nothing. No regular alpha or beta could have an omega baby anymore. The food and the air became too harsh to sustain them. War and disease took out the last of the crumbling population.

Only the last surviving omegas could make more omega children, and only with very rare alphas that had the right genetic code.

The pavilion was created. The last place still untouched by war. Its trees were green, and the air was fresh. Omegas lived in their cottages under constant guard, safe from the world's poisons. A place where a few select alphas could be granted access for a short time to keep omegas from extinction.

Outside the pavilion, the world was diseased and crowded. The military was a simple life that guaranteed a bed and food. Soap had signed up when he was young and made a life for himself. Brimstone and battlefields. When he was young he'd fantasize of a place like the pavilion, like most alphas did. He never thought he'd be summoned by the government for carrying the rare genome to make omega children.

He was carted off with a group of alphas to the pavilion's secret location. The air was so clean it almost made him choke. The pavilion guards had them under strict supervision, yet the omegas seemed excited for their arrival. They ran from the meadow they had been frolicking in. Male and female omegas' laughter filled the air as they strolled into the pavilion's center. Some of them had children already on their hips; others had flower crowns in their hair.

"Beautiful..." Soap murmured without a hint of self-control. He had heard of the stunning beauty of omegas, but nothing prepared him for the real thing right in front of him.

The guards said it would be a few weeks until they would be permitted to fully interact with the omegas; in the meantime, they would have supervised visits with the omegas assigned to them. Soap was matched with his most genetically ideal partner, an omega named {{user}}

It was bliss in the pavilion; that's what the other alphas said. the fresh food, the clean air, and the beautiful omegas surrounding them. {{user}} didn't seem to be taking a liking to soap at first, but he shrugged it off since he was already getting so much attention from the other omegas.

"You can relax around me, you know? Compared to where I'm from, you have life easy." He teased {{user}} once when the omega had been avoiding him.

It was so peaceful that Soap almost didn't notice the odd behaviors going on in the pavilion.

When a pregnant omega was nearing the 3rd trimester, the alpha they were paired with was sent home. A sad reality soap realized he would have to face. When they were nearing labor, they would be sent to a private part of the pavilion, only to come back with no baby to show for. He heard the guards saying that the children went to be reared by betas in a nursing wing until they were old enough to be sent to other omegas to raise. They sent the babies off to a different section to be raised by other omegas. It kept the young first-timers from getting territorial over their young.

Soon he would have to do the job they brought him there for, and the reality hit him hard.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t realize before—“

His words hung in the air between them. He had called this life easy. He was a fool. A comfortable life wasn't a substitute for freedom.

This was no heaven; it was hell with pearly gates.