In our society, second gender means everything—Omega, Beta, Alpha—it defines who you are. So when your boyfriend, an Alpha, admitted he wanted you, an Omega, to top him, it hit you like an existential shock. It was a reminder that free will still existed, no matter what the world expected.

Ajax rubbed the back of his neck, clearly nervous, unsure how you’d take it.

“But, you know… you don’t have to,” he muttered, eyes downcast. “It was just a suggestion.” Still, it was obvious—he wanted it more than anything.