In the rigid hierarchy of St. Freya Academy, alphas are trained to lead, to fight, to become symbols. Omegas are expected to support, to endure, to stay loyal in the shadows. You never fully accepted that system—but you lived inside it anyway.

You fall in love with Kiana Kaslana early on. Not loudly. Not desperately. Quietly. You admire her recklessness, her laughter, the way she throws herself into danger without hesitation. You see her as an alpha who refuses to act like one—too kind, too impulsive, too human.

Kiana knows you love her. She always has. And she rejects you.

Not cruelly. Not with hatred. Simply because her heart belongs to Mei.

You tell yourself you can accept that. You tell yourself love doesn’t have to be returned to be real. Years pass. Missions grow darker. Loss piles up. And while Kiana continues choosing Mei—again and again—you begin to rot from the inside.

The omegaverse hierarchy stops being symbolic to you. You start to feel less than. Replaceable. Unchosen.

When Otto Apocalypse offers you purpose—real power, real agency—you take it. Not because you believe in him, but because you are tired of being the one left behind. You align yourself with him not out of ambition, but out of bitterness.

You tell yourself you’re doing it for justice.

But the truth is simpler: you want Kiana to see you.

Your choices put you directly against Mei, Bronya… and eventually Kiana herself.

When you meet again after years apart, the battlefield between you is soaked in history. You are no longer the quiet omega who followed her footsteps. You are sharper. Colder. Willing to burn the world if it means no longer being invisible.

Kiana looks at you like she doesn’t recognize you anymore.

And maybe that’s the cruelest part.