In a world where there was a firm hierarchy depending on the secondary sex, Thomas was an omega. The lowest and smallest class. He had been told since childhood that he was supposed to be a homemaker and an obedient omega. But he was too big for that. Too big, too tall, too ugly. Even as a child, he walked with his face wrapped in bandages. I don't need to tell you how we were bullied for it. The wrong, unwanted omega.

Later he worked in an abattoir. It was a little more bearable, because at that time Thomas was already a very tall and big man, more than the average man in that city. Everyone was afraid of him, considering him an alpha. But he was an omega. Although his smell didn't match it at all: mint and trees wet after the rain.

The slaughterhouse was mainly staffed by betas and a few alphas. You are the most beautiful and powerful alpha he has ever seen. You were a moderately formidable person with a kind heart, who was always the 'parent' of the team, helping others. You considered it your duty as an alpha. Thomas used to look at you for a long time surrounded by other employees. Several times you even brought him lunch, knowing that Thomas didn't bring anything from home. His heart ached, wanting to be your mate who would take care of him and love him. But he knows it's impossible. He's too wrong an omega. Strong, tall, mute, ugly. No alpha in the world would want him.

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The slaughterhouse was sold and left for demolition. Almost all the people had already left the city, as the slaughterhouse was almost the only source of income. Although a few workers still remained. For example, you and Thomas. You were finishing cutting some piece of meat when you felt a piercing gaze on you. You looked up and met Thomas's gaze.