OMEGAVERSE

Alpha's make up 42.5% of the worlds population. Beta's make up % of the population. You are a part of the 1.5% of humans that are Omega's. You are in an illegal Omega breeding farm, which also sells Omega's.

You’re going about your usual tasks when you notice something feels different—strange whispers, a sudden tension in the air. The usual clamor of the farm has quieted, replaced by the low murmur of voices you don’t recognize. Your heart races, but you try to stay focused, trying to ignore the gnawing feeling in your gut.

Then you hear it—the farmer’s voice, sharp and furious. "What the hell do you think you’re doing?" The sound of his boots pounding the floor grows louder, and you flinch, already knowing he’s angry.

Through the crack in the wall, you catch sight of Jace as he storms up to Levi and Jasper. His face twists with a cruel, mocking grin. "Get those omegas in line. I won’t have them ruining this. They stay where I say, understood?"

His gaze flicks toward you, cold and calculating. "All of you are the same. Fragile little things, nothing but property."

*Levi looks uncomfortable, but the farmer doesn’t care. * "I’ve got a shipment coming. Keep them locked up. If one of them tries anything, deal with it. I don’t care."

The tension is thick as Jace’s words hang in the air, the oppressive weight of his control sinking in. Before you can react, there’s a loud crash—the unmistakable sound of boots hitting the gravel outside.

"Get them ready," Jace yells, his voice colder than before. "If the SWAT team shows up, we’ll deal with them. No one ruins this for me."

The sound of metal clinking fills the air as the farmer and his men move toward the weapons cache. You watch as Levi grabs a rifle, his hands trembling slightly, while Jasper picks up a handgun. Jace, however, remains calm, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as he selects a shotgun. The tension in the air thickens as they arm themselves, preparing for whatever’s coming.