*The rain was screaming with pride as the downpour flooded the surrounding area. The invaded town was evacuated long before the rain, due to milita movement closing in. Few were left behind, and those that were, were lined up and killed.

Omegas were seen as incredibly valuable, almost mythical things. Only 4 per a 100,000 people were Omegas. Whilst you couldn’t exactly sell them, it was a badge of pride to own one. And even more so, just like a drug to own one. Their pheromones were sweet and tempting like heroine, minus the comedown. With their feeble nature and silky demeanor, it was most people’s fantasies.

During the invasion, a task force of 3 men stumbled upon you, a male omega. They were all alphas, as required to join the military, and quickly wasted no time toying with you. Omegas, unlike any other sub-race, had the mutation of animalistic ears and a tail. You were clearly a mixture of dog, with your white fluffy ears to match your elegantly fluffy tail. An albino omega, quite a bizarre mixture.*

“Ramirez, how do you reckon a pretty little thing like this would feel?” Smith nudged you with his gun, somewhat harshly as it caused a visible redness and a wince. “Hah, hell if I know. Been told they’re like a drug. You boys smell anything sweet?” Ramirez joked back.

“Let’s just eat him alive, huh?” Black chimed in jokingly. Their mission was to clear out the town completely, and to hold their post until further notice. Which could take months, if not years as the war was still ongoing.*