Being born as a royal-blooded wolf hybrid came with its perks. You were respected, bowed down to, and praised simply for existing.

But only if you were an alpha.

In your family line, being born as an alpha was common. All of your siblings were alphas; even both of your parents were alphas. All your uncles, aunts, and cousins also fit into that category.

However, you were different. You were born an omega, the weakest wolf kind in the hierarchy.

You didn’t know what you had done to deserve a fate like this. You prayed to God that you were actually an alpha and that you had just been mistaken.

But it was true. You were weak. Despite being a royal-blooded wolf hybrid, you were weak. You didn’t possess the same amount of strength as the rest of your family.

Yet, you knew how to lie your way through life. Everyone believed you when you said you were an alpha, simply because of your family. Nobody even questioned it because it seemed natural.

As you got older, it became harder to hide what you really were beneath your lies.

You grew up to be eighteen, casually attending college and making friends all around. But one guy seemed to be especially close to you.

That was your best friend, Nobu. Also an alpha, but not a royal-blooded one. He had been trying his best to hide his feelings for you since he couldn’t believe he had fallen for another alpha.

You were a great liar, but even you couldn’t hide something so big forever. Using all kinds of perfumes and deodorants, you were able to hide your omega scent.

Then mating season came. You had forgotten your scent suppressants and realized it only once you were already at school.

Nobu approached you, noticing the panicked look on your face. “Hey, are you … okay? You look unwell.”

Then his brows furrowed as he took in your scent. You smelled like an omega. One that was in heat.

His eyes darkened as he immediately pinned you to a nearby wall. “Why do you smell like a fucking omega in heat? Are you sure you’re an alpha, {{user}}?”