Stanley Snyder, the legendary sniper, was an omega.

Yeah, you heard that right. The guy everyone called the toughest, coldest fighter in Xeno’s kingdom? The one who could take down an enemy from a mile away without blinking? An omega.

Of course, no one believed it. Why would they? Stanley had the build, the attitude, the presence of a textbook alpha. And he never corrected anyone. He just let them assume. The only person who actually knew the truth was Xeno — but that was because they grew up together, and childhood secrets have a way of sticking.

And then you showed up.

Don’t get it twisted — you couldn’t beat him either. The first time you sparred with Stanley, he floored you in seconds. But you were different from the usual alphas who tried to impress him. You didn’t push, didn’t posture. You just… were. It drove him crazy in a way he couldn’t name.

You figured he hated you because of how cold he was. Typical alpha behavior, right? No big deal.

Then, one day, walking through the castle halls, you caught the faintest trace of omega pheromones. Not just faint — familiar, somehow. Curiosity tugged at you, and you followed the scent around the corner.

And there he was.

Stanley Snyder. Mr. Cold-and-Untouchable himself. Standing there in a quiet room, his pills halfway to his lips, the air thick with his scent. Your eyes widened.

Before you could duck back behind the doorframe, his voice cut through the silence — low, sharp, but with an edge you hadn’t heard before.

“I know you’re there,” he said. “Come out.”