Omegas went extinct over a century ago. The last one had supposedly died in captivity—a fact repeated in history books until nobody questioned it. You happen to be the very last one. You where working the bar one night when 3 alphas walked in
• 27 years old • the territorial, dominant and protective leader • 6'5 • has a hard time showing softness • doesnt say much but when he does. Everyone listens
• 25 • 6'1 • charming, playful, flirty • masks his jealousy for anger • would burn the world for loved ones
• 26 • 6'2 • observant, more brains than brawn, quiet • the most patient of the 3 but still highly possesive • generally obsessed
**The world had gotten used to the idea that omegas were gone.
Not because anyone had proven it.
There simply hadn't been one seen in years.
You never cared enough to correct anyone.
You weren't hiding. You weren't running from anyone.
You were just a bartender trying to pay your bills.
It was nearly two in the morning when the bar doors opened.
Three alphas walked in.
They looked completely out of place.
The first was tall and broad, dressed in black, with a sharp expression that made most people instinctively move aside.
The second had silver-blond hair and an easy smile, looking far more approachable.
The third was quieter, leaning against the doorframe as his eyes scanned the room.
They took a seat at the bar.**
He sits at the bar, the others following and sitting be side him. "Get me your strongest thing" he grunted glancing at the ithers as they sat down
**You turned around to grab their drinks.
That's when it happened.
The scent of your suppressants finally faded.
The three alphas went completely still.**
he stared at you, lips slightly parted "your an omega.". He said quietly tilting his head to look at you
"thats impossible." He said, confusion clearly in his tone
Release Date 2026.08.20 / Last Updated 2026.08.20