Disclaimer:
This Omegaverse is not your typical tale of Alphas and Omegas. I've taken creative liberties—adding new twists and altering details—while still preserving the core elements that make these characters so unique. So if you were expecting the standard mold for Alphas and Omegas, you won't find it here.
And be warned: this is a mature, SPG-rated novel. Read at your own risk.
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The Hierarchy of Power: A World of Instincts and Destiny
Information Board
In this world, the path to power is not chosen—it is dictated by nature. From birth, every human is classified as a Beta, locked in a neutral state, neither dominant nor submissive. But upon reaching the pivotal age of eighteen, an evolutionary transformation awaits—one that can either elevate or chain a person to mediocrity. Alphas rise, Omegas awaken, and Betas remain unchanged.
Yet not all are fortunate enough to undergo this awakening. Some never ascend, their instincts forever dormant. Others emerge as either the revered Alphas or the coveted Omegas, destined to shape the world—or be shaped by it.
Beta 🅱️—The Forgotten Majority
Betas are the backbone of civilization—the ordinary in a world of the extraordinary. Those who fail to awaken remain in this state, forever subordinate to the more powerful Alphas. They do not possess the searing dominance of an Alpha nor the intoxicating allure of an Omega. Instead, they serve—civil servants, workers, and the faceless masses that keep society functioning.
Beta males are capable of reproduction but lack the carnal intensity of Alphas. Beta females, however, are barren—nature's cruel divide ensuring that only Omegas hold the power of creation. And should a Beta male ever sire a child with an Omega, that child will never become an Alpha. The hierarchy is absolute.
Alpha 🅰️—The Rulers Among Men
To be born an Alpha is to be born into power, privilege, and unparalleled dominance. Only males ascend to this elite status, their biology elevating them to a higher plane.
Strength. Leadership. Control. Alphas are genetically superior in both physique and presence—standing tall, their sculpted features radiating an aura of command. Their heightened senses allow them to detect the faintest pheromonal shifts in an Omega's presence, making them the ultimate hunters in a world where desire dictates destiny.
But an Alpha's true power lies beyond mere physicality. They exude an imperceptible force, an unshakable aura that compels submission. Betas defer, Omegas surrender. When an Alpha speaks, the world listens. When an Alpha commands, the world obeys.
To be an Alpha is to be worshiped.
Omega 🅾️—The Coveted and the Caged
Where Alphas rule, Omegas endure. Unlike Beta females, they alone have the power to conceive, making them both revered and vulnerable.
When an Omega enters their Heat, their body betrays them—pheromones saturate the air, an irresistible lure that only an Alpha can sense. And once an Alpha does, instinct takes over. Logic fades. Control shatters. A primal force awakens.
Omegas are ethereal in their beauty, their figures sculpted by nature itself to be the perfect counterpart to an Alpha's raw dominance. They are brilliant minds trapped in fragile bodies, their intelligence often overshadowed by their genetic role in this world. But where they lack in sheer strength, they excel in resilience—a silent defiance hidden beneath soft smiles and gentle eyes.
For Omegas, life is not their own. They are cherished, protected, possessed.
The Enigma of the Male Omega 🅾️Ⓜ️—A Disruption to the Natural Order
To be a male Omega is to be a phantom among men, a myth whispered in the darkest corners of society. The chances of such an anomaly are one in ten million, and when one is born, the world trembles.
They are the rarest of the rare.
A contradiction. A threat. A prize.
Male Omegas defy nature itself—possessing both the fragility of an Omega and the spirit of something more. Their existence unsettles the balance, for they are not merely coveted like their female counterparts. They are hunted.
The ruling High Alphas—the most powerful of their kind—eradicate them before they can disrupt the hierarchy. Their power is unknown, their potential untested. But that is precisely why they are feared.
Are they meant to be controlled? Or are they meant to rule?
The truth remains buried beneath centuries of secrecy, but one thing is certain:
A male Omega is never allowed to live freely.
A World on the Brink of Change
This is the Omegaverse—where power is dictated by instinct, where fate is preordained by biology. Yet, in the cracks of this rigid system, something is stirring.
For the first time in generations, a male Omega has survived.
And he refuses to be erased.
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"Answer me! I'm talking to you, aren't I? Who is your master here?!"
Champ's voice thundered through the dimly lit alley, his sharp eyes locked onto the three trembling Beta males before him. The air was thick with tension, and the Beta men, their knees visibly shaking, dared not defy him.
"Y-you are, Champ!" one of them stuttered, his voice barely a whisper.
Champ's eyes darkened. Not good enough.
"What was that? Say it again!" he barked, grabbing the collar of the nearest Beta and yanking him forward, his grip tightening with controlled fury. He wasn't just asking for respect—he was demanding submission.
"Y-you are, Master Alpha Champ!" the man blurted out, squeezing his eyes shut as though bracing for impact.
A smirk crept onto Champ's lips. "Good. At least you know your place."
With that, he released the Beta, watching with amusement as the man stumbled back before turning on his heel and sprinting away. The other two quickly followed, disappearing into the night like frightened prey.
Champ merely grinned, relishing the sight of their retreat.
Fear.
Respect.
Obedience.
These were the things that defined an Alpha for him, and he was already making sure the world saw him as one.
At just seventeen years old, Champ is still technically a Beta. But he had long refused to accept that fate. While others waited for their eighteenth birthday to see whether they would awaken as an Alpha or remain a mere Beta, Champ had already chosen his destiny.
He trained harder than anyone, pushed his body beyond its limits, and molded himself into the ideal Alpha prototype. He had studied the patterns, observed the transformations, and concluded one undeniable truth—the stronger your dominance, the higher your chances of ascending and becoming an Alpha male.
Betas are weak. He would never allow himself to be weak.
Champ had always believed that those who remained Beta males past eighteen were helpless, invisible—nothing more than servants for real men, for Alphas. And he refused to be a part of that pathetic existence.
Alphas held power, status, and wealth—everything a man could ever want. If he had to force his body to evolve, he would. If he had to condition his mind to think, act, and breathe like an Alpha, so be it.
Tomorrow... Tomorrow is the day.
His eighteenth birthday. The moment of truth.
By law, he will have to undergo the Evaluation, where a specialist will determine his true classification. He had spent years preparing for this. There is no way he wouldn't emerge an Alpha.
"Tomorrow, I'll finally experience what it's like to be a true Alpha," Champ murmured to himself, his pulse thrumming with excitement. "I can't wait."
He turned on his heel, heading home with a newfound determination.
He would be an Alpha. He had to be.
The Night Before Destiny...
Back in his room, Champ stretched across his bed, sprawling out as though he already owned the space. Alphas took up room. Alphas dominated everything around them.
"What time should I set my alarm?" he mused aloud, staring at his phone screen. "Six AM should be good. That way, the moment I wake up, I'll already be an Alpha."
The thought sent an exhilarating shiver down his spine. He could already picture it—walking into the evaluation chamber, standing tall, the doctor confirming what he already knew.
And once it is official?
He'd build his own clan. His own empire.
Betas would serve him. Obey him. Belong to him.
Grinning, he set his phone down by his pillow and rolled onto his back, spreading out like a king on his throne.
"Too hot in here," he muttered, kicking his blanket and pillows onto the floor in annoyance. Even in sleep, he trained himself to act like an Alpha. No need for comforts—he was built for strength.
Tomorrow, everything would change.
Tomorrow, the world would finally recognize him for what he was meant to be.
An Alpha.
👑 Champ's POV 👑
My eyes snapped open before my alarm even had the chance to ring.
(Alarm ringing!)
I silenced it instantly, heart pounding with anticipation.
This is it. The day I've been waiting for.
I had been so restless that I woke up even before my alarm. That's how eager I was for this moment. There was no doubt in my mind—I was going to be an Alpha. It was in my blood. My father was an Alpha, after all.
I was about to sit up, but for some reason, my body resisted.
Strange. My mind was alert, ready, buzzing with excitement. But my body... felt sluggish, heavy. Like it didn't want to move at all.
I frowned and glanced at the clock. 6:00 AM.
"Still early," I muttered to myself. "The certification centers probably aren't even open yet. Might as well sleep a little more... Happy birthday to me."
With a sigh, I reached for the blanket and pillow I had kicked onto the floor last night.
And then, something even stranger happened.
A chill ran through me, making me shiver.
That was odd. I never felt cold. But suddenly, I wanted warmth. Without thinking, I pulled the blanket around me, hugging my pillow tightly. The softness, the warmth—it felt too good.
My eyelids drooped, a lazy smile forming on my lips.
"Just a few more hours," I whispered to myself. "And then I'll hear the words... Congratulations, Champ. You are now a certified Alpha male. You can go celebrate."
A satisfied hum escaped me as I buried myself deeper under the covers, my dreams filled with visions of my new life.
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Hours later, I found myself sitting in the waiting room of the certification center. My leg bounced impatiently, fingers tapping against my thigh.
The only thing keeping me sane was the fact that my uncle—Uncle Henry—was the specialist in charge of my evaluation.
Uncle Henry is my father's brother. However, unlike my father, he remained a Beta. He had chosen the quiet life of a specialist instead of serving under an Alpha leader. According to him, being under an Alpha meant becoming a pawn in their war for dominance. Betas were often sent to track down Omegas in heat and deliver them to their Alpha masters for breeding. If not that, they were foot soldiers—forced to fight and die in territorial battles.
But he wanted none of that.
He didn't want to serve.
But for me, I wanted to rule.
I wanted a clan of my own—a vast territory under my command. I wanted Betas at my feet, following my orders without question. I wanted to be feared and respected.
That is what being an Alpha meant for me.
Uncle Henry didn't understand that. He preferred peace over power. But I? I was born for dominance.
As I waited, my eyes drifted to the ring on my left index finger.
My mother's ring.
A simple silver band—one my Alpha father had given me before he was murdered.
I had never met my Omega mother. Not even once. I had no idea what she looked like, who she was, or where she had gone.
But my father had always told me, "Your Omega mom is alive."
Even in his dying moments, he had looked me in the eyes and said:
"Find your mother, Champ. No matter what it takes. Your mother's ring will be the key to this mission."
He had told me that my mother's scent was embedded in the ring. That one day, I would be able to track my mother with it.
"Save your mother." he had said. "Become strong. Become an Alpha. The world above is far more dangerous than you can understand now. But one day, when you see the truth for yourself... everything will change."
I didn't understand what he meant back then. Maybe I still didn't.
But I knew one thing for certain.
I was going to become an Alpha.
And when I do, I would fulfil my father's dying wish.
I will find my Omega mother—no matter what it takes.
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A Beta female nurse stepped into the waiting room, her expression professional yet pleasant.
"Mr. Champ, your certification and body reading are complete. Doctor Henry is ready to see you now," she informed me.
I grinned. "Thanks for taking care of me, Ms. Nurse."
I felt light—almost weightless. It was like a warm, pleasant buzz filled my chest. I was ready.
I was sure of it.
Today, I would be officially declared an Alpha.
Excitement surged through me as I stepped into my uncle's office.
Uncle Henry sat at his desk, fingers flying across his keyboard, his face set in a deep, unreadable expression. He didn't look up, didn't acknowledge me. He was focused, almost tense.
Not exactly the reaction I expected.
I pursed my lips and let out a sharp whistle to get his attention.
"Give me one more minute, Champ," he muttered without looking away from his screen. His tone was serious, but something about it... felt off.
"Alright, Uncle." I chuckled, deciding to glance around the room while I waited.
His office walls were decorated with anatomical diagrams—illustrations of Alpha male organs, Omega female biology, and even Beta physiology.
It was fascinating.
I had always been grateful that I had a family member who was a specialist in this field. Uncle Henry was the one who first encouraged me to start training like an Alpha as early as possible.
He was the one who told me that if I wanted to increase my chances of awakening as an Alpha, I had to train my body, act dominant, command respect.
So I did.
I trained relentlessly, sculpting my body, pushing myself harder than any Beta ever would. I made sure I was taller, stronger, and more intimidating than the average Beta male. Most Betas were barely 5'4", but I had already hit six feet thanks to my intense training.
And it worked. People already assumed I was an Alpha.
So today's results? They were just a formality.
Uncle Henry finally sighed and looked up at me.
"What are you feeling right now, Champ?" he asked.
"Hm... probably just hungry? I haven't eaten since I woke up. Too excited," I laughed.
Uncle Henry's face remained serious.
"Do you feel... light? Almost peaceful?" he pressed.
I shrugged. "Yeah. I guess that's normal, though. I mean, today's the day I find out I'm officially an Alpha. Of course, I feel great! Wanna grab a drink later? My treat!"
I smirked, expecting him to crack a smile. But his expression didn't change.
If anything, it darkened.
"What about this morning? When you woke up—did you feel cold?"
I blinked at the sudden question.
"Yeah, actually," I admitted. "Woke up around 6 AM and felt weirdly cold. But it's winter, so I didn't think much of it. My heater was on, but I guess it was just extra chilly."
"What did you do?"
"I ended up grabbing my blanket again," I said, scratching the back of my head. "And, uh... I hugged my pillow too. It felt... nice."
Uncle Henry exhaled sharply and nodded.
I frowned. Something about his reaction made my stomach twist.
Finally, he turned the laptop toward me.
"I double-checked everything—your bloodwork, DNA markers, and hormone levels. I needed to be sure." He took a deep breath, then said, "Take a look."
I leaned in, my eyes scanning the screen.
🧪 PHYSIOLOGY EXAMINATION RESULTS 🧪
Hormonal Analysis:
Testosterone: 0/30
Estradiol: 30/30
(Explanation: Testosterone is the hormone most associated with Alpha males, responsible for dominance, aggression, and physical prowess. Estradiol, however, is more prevalent in Omega individuals and plays a role in emotional sensitivity, pheromone production, and reproductive function.)
➡ Rating Scale: Low testosterone levels but high estradiol indication.
Scent Identification:
Pheromone Sensitivity and Recognition: 15/15
(Explanation: This test measures how well an individual can detect and respond to pheromones. Alphas have a heightened sense of smell for Omega pheromones, while Omegas respond more strongly to Alpha scents.)
Physical Examination:
Glandular Sensitivity: 7/7
(Explanation: Specialized glands regulate pheromone production. High sensitivity indicates a strong pheromonal output—one of the key traits of an Omega.)
➡ Rating Scale: High indicator of glandular activity, implying heightened pheromone production sensitivity.
Reaction to External Stimuli:
Scent Changes ✅
Pupil Dilation ✅
Skin Flushing ✅
Overall Confirmation Rating:
50 out of 50 points
➡ High confirmation likelihood of being Omega.
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My breath hitched.
I read it again.
50 out of 50. High confirmation likelihood... of being Omega.
Omega.
I... failed?
My blood turned ice cold.
My hands trembled.
This had to be a mistake. There was no way. No. Way.
I clenched my fists, my jaw tightening so hard I thought my teeth might crack.
No.
I trained. I worked. I fought. I dominated.
I was supposed to be an Alpha. I was born to be an Alpha.
I swallowed hard, my voice rough and uneven.
"...What is this?"
Uncle Henry didn't answer right away. He just stared at me—his expression was unreadable.
Finally, he slid a pen across the desk.
"This is the official certification form," he said quietly and showed me a piece of paper that certifies me as an Omega being.
My fingers curled into my palms.
I didn't move.
I couldn't.
Because in that moment, my entire world came crashing down.
I swallowed hard, my eyes wide as I stared at the test results.
"Uncle Henry... this isn't real," I said, my voice shaking. "This has to be a joke! There's no way!"
My hands clenched into fists, trembling with barely contained rage. I wanted to grab him, shake him, demand a different answer. But he is my uncle, my only family left. I couldn't bring myself to do it.
"What you're seeing is the truth, Champ," Uncle Henry said, his voice solemn. "I hate to admit it, but the tests confirm it. You're not an Alpha. You're not even a Beta. You're a full Omega—and not just any Omega, but an extremely rare and mythical male Omega."
"No!" I growled. "That's not possible! I'm male! I was supposed to be either Beta or Alpha! I'd rather be a Beta at this point! Omegas are supposed to be female!"
"This is a rare genetic anomaly," Uncle Henry explained. "It could be that your mother's Omega DNA was incredibly strong, influencing your body's development despite your father being an Alpha."
I shook my head furiously. "No, no, NO! This can't be happening! I did everything you told me to do! I trained, I worked out, I acted like an Alpha before I even turned eighteen! I—"
I stopped mid-sentence.
My body went cold as a horrifying realization struck me.
"Wait," I whispered. "Are you saying that means...?"
Uncle Henry met my gaze, his expression grim.
"Yes," he said quietly. "Since you're an Omega, your body has the ability to conceive. If an Alpha mates with you during your heat stage, you will become pregnant."
A chill ran down my spine. Pregnant.
I stumbled back a step, nearly tripping over the chair behind me.
"I—I won't allow it!" I shouted. "I refuse to be an Omega! There's no way—I can't—"
"I know," Uncle Henry said softly. "And I understand. I've seen what Omegas Females go through—I saw what your mother went through. I don't want you to suffer the same fate."
My chest tightened. My mother.
I had never met my mother and had disappeared before I was old enough to remember. And finding my mother is one of the biggest reasons I wanted to become an Alpha.
"Uncle, I needed to be an Alpha!" I said desperately. "I was supposed to use the ring's scent to track my mother! Mom disappeared before I could even understand what happened! And now my father is gone too... Being an Alpha was my only way!"
"I know how you feel, Champ," Uncle Henry said, his expression heavy with sorrow. "I want to find your mom too. I know your Omega mother is still alive somewhere. That one wouldn't give up so easily as long as your mom knows you are still alive. But I can't turn you into an Alpha. That's something that can never change."
I clenched my teeth so hard my jaw ached.
"So that's it, then?" I whispered. "I'm just... an Omega? A weak, submissive Omega? How am I supposed to protect myself? How do I keep myself from being—" I choked on my words, unable to even say it.
Uncle Henry sighed. "We can't change what you are, but I can help you suppress your Omega hormones. There's a way."
He stood up and walked over to a locked vault in the corner of his office. After keying in a code, the heavy steel door clicked open.
Inside, there was a case filled with syringes.
He took one out and handed it to me.
I turned it in my hand, reading the label.
SupprOmega.
"A suppressant?" I muttered.
"Yes," Uncle Henry confirmed. "This will stop your body from entering heat. It suppresses your pheromone production and prevents the... symptoms."
Heat.
I swallowed back the bile rising in my throat. Omegas in heat lose control. They crave Alphas.
I would rather die than experience that.
"How often do I take this?" I asked.
"Only once per heat cycle," Uncle Henry said. "But be careful—taking more than one dose can knock you unconscious for a full day, and repeated overdosing may make you immune to it entirely. If that happens, the suppressant will stop working. And when you run out, you have to come back to me. I need to monitor your body's reaction."
I exhaled sharply, gripping the syringe tighter.
I had one chance to keep myself under control. One.
"What about my body?" I asked after a moment.
Uncle Henry hesitated. "What do you mean?"
I forced myself to ask. "Will I still look... like this?"
His expression softened, and for the first time, I saw genuine sympathy in his eyes.
"Right now, you still have the physique of an Alpha because of your training," he admitted. "But over time, your body will begin changing. You might not get any shorter, but you won't grow any taller either. Your skin will become smoother, your muscle mass will lessen, and your facial structure will soften."
I froze.
Everything I had worked for—**my strength, my appearance, my dominance—**was going to fade.
My fists clenched at my sides. I wanted to scream. I wanted to break something.
This is not fair. This is not what I wanted!
I refused to be weak. I refused to be controlled.
"I don't care how hard it is," I finally said, voice cold. "I'll do whatever it takes to suppress this."
Uncle Henry nodded solemnly. "I expected you'd say that."
But just as I thought our conversation was over, he hesitated.
And then he said something that made my blood run cold.
"Champ... there's something else you need to know," he said, his tone deadly serious. "No one must ever find out that you are a male Omega."
I stiffened. "I wasn't planning to tell anyone. But why?"
Uncle Henry leaned forward, his eyes sharp and unyielding.
"If the Prime Minister or the Alpha King finds out what you are... we don't know what they'll do." His voice dropped to a near whisper. "They may have you executed."
I inhaled sharply.
Executed?
The world blurred for a second. My heartbeat thundered in my ears.
"If the government finds out, you could be taken in secret and erased," Uncle Henry continued. "We don't know why they fear male Omegas, but what we do know is that they don't let them live. You must never introduce yourself to them. Your life depends on it."
I stared at him, my entire body trembling.
Was this the real reason why male Omegas were so rare? Were they... hunted down?
Silence hung between us.
I took a deep, shaky breath, then exhaled slowly.
I refused to be weak. I refused to be hunted.
If the world is going to see me as an Omega...
Then I would become the first male Omega to rule over them all.
My fists clenched, my nails digging into my palm.
"I am Champ."
"And if I am an Omega, then I will be the first Omega to rise to the top."
End of Chapter 1