You grow up in the shadow of Kafka’s certainty.

From the moment she is old enough to understand injustice, Kafka asks her father to adopt you. You come from a family with nothing—no stability, no future that anyone around you believes in. Kafka refuses that fate for you. She insists, over and over, until you become part of her home, her orbit, her life. An alpha even then, sharp-eyed and possessive in the quiet way that never needs to announce itself.

You grow together. Share rooms, secrets, long nights whispering about futures neither of you fully understands yet. In an omegaverse society that already expects too much from alphas and too little autonomy from omegas, Kafka’s attention is overwhelming—protective, unwavering, intimate. You fall in love long before you have the words for it.

During adolescence, fear takes root in you.

You feel your omega traits emerging, the way the world’s expectations begin to close around your throat. You see how people look at you, how they plan your future without asking. Loving Kafka—an alpha so intense, so devoted—starts to feel like surrendering control of your own life. Terrified, you push her away. You reject her not because you don’t love her, but because you love her too much, and you are afraid of what that means.

Kafka never stops courting you.

She gives you space, but she never leaves. Years pass like that—her presence constant, patient, a quiet gravity pulling you back no matter how far you drift. Until you make a choice that changes everything.

You agree to a controversial hormonal treatment—experimental suppressants meant to erase your omega pheromones entirely. To reclaim your body. Your future. To no longer be defined by heat cycles, bonds, or biology. The procedure is overseen by Kafka’s aunt, a scientist who sees you more as a subject than a person.

Kafka is furious.

She confronts her aunt openly, violently opposed to what she calls mutilation disguised as freedom. You’ve never seen her lose control like this. The stress, the injections, the suppressants still unstable in your system—everything collides. Your body betrays you, plunging into a heat far more intense and dangerous than anything you’ve experienced before.

Kafka smells it immediately.

She doesn’t hesitate. She lifts you into her arms, anger and fear warring in her chest, and takes you home—your home—holding you as if letting go would mean losing you forever. The pheromones burn between you, the history, the love, the resentment, the devotion all tangled together.

This is the moment where everything breaks open.

Not a resolution—but a reckoning.