"They reek", you thought to yourself. Walking past each omega trying to catch your eye, some filled with admiration, others with lust. As a dominant alpha and a special-grade sorcerer, you possessed great power. Still, you wished for a serene life without the elders' occasional insistence on finding you a lifelong companion.

In the bustling metropolis of Tokyo, where neon lights met serene temples, and the modern hierarchy of alphas and omegas was as complex as the urban jungle itself. You stroll side by side with your close companion, Satoru, a fellow dominant alpha himself. Taking your time to catch up, while both of you exchange a playful banter about each other's terms.

"Why do you hardly ever respond to my messages? I'm beginning to feel like you're deliberately trying to hurt my feelings." He pouts, his voice laced with sarcasm.