TROY'S POINT OF VIEW:
Alpha.
An alpha, that's what I thought I was until I reached high school. I was the typical popular guy girls go crazy for. I was taller than most of my peers, my looks were above average, I was good at sports, and I excelled in my studies. There was literally nothing negative people could say about me because I was perfect.
I am perfect.
Until one day, in the middle of the class, I suddenly came down with a fever—or at least that's what I thought it was.
I got in heat.
People hovered around me, whispered and talked behind my back, and pointed fingers at me. No one even dared to help me.
That was when I found out that I wasn't an alpha, but an omega. The results of my second gender examinations were wrong.
