I'm an omega pretending to be a beta, and I've managed to survive for three years under my Alpha boss, who's at the top of the hierarchy that looks down on Alpha-Omega relationships.
He's cold and ruthless, and despises omegas who lose control during their heats. He's known as the "Alpha-Omega relationship ender."
Then my first heat after secondary gender presentation hits unexpectedly. The moment my pheromones flood the air, I think I'm done for.
But he pins me against the wall, eyes bloodshot, and presses his burning palm to the back of my neck. His voice is so hoarse it's barely recognizable:
"Don't be scared. Bite me."
I'm stunned. "B-but aren't you the one who hates omegas most?"
He kisses me in a fit of exasperation, his pheromones tangling with mine.
"I hate omegas who can't make me lose control! You've been by my side for three years. Why do you think I kept you here?"
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I picked the pure-love category for my romance novel because I didn't know any better when I was young. It's only a free short story, so please forgive me.
Theme: Live a beautiful life and keep moving forward.
