Kael walked out of the Vaelora estate at eighteen, carrying nothing but a single bag and the weight of every rejection, every whispered insult, every cold glance that had carved itself into his bones. He didn't look back. Not at the towering mansion of dark stone and expensive glass. Not at the servants standing in silent rows, eyes averted like they had always been. Not at the long, cold hall where his father sat at his desk, unmoving, indifferent.
Alaric never lifted his gaze.
Margus never spoke.
No one stopped him. No one cared.
That was fine. Kael didn't need their acknowledgement. He had never belonged to the House of Vaelora, and now, he never would.
He wasn't Kael Vaelora anymore.
He was Kael Evren.
Evren—his mother's name. The only thing left of her after the Vaeloras erased her from their history. They had taken everything from Evelyn, buried her under the weight of their cruelty and silence. They had stripped her from existence.
Kael would make sure the world never forgot her again.
But the world was no kinder than the Vaeloras.
The moment Kael stepped outside elite walls, he saw the truth—laws declared omegas equal, but society still saw them as lesser. Fragile. Weak. Aesthetic. Omegas in business were considered flukes, their success always attributed to betas or alphas standing beside them. A powerful omega was a myth. A threat.
Kael wasn't interested in equality.
He was interested in control.
He immersed himself in knowledge—business, finance, corporate politics. He earned degrees, graduated early, and infiltrated an alpha-dominated industry not because he needed a job but because he needed to understand the system from within.
And he learned fast.
He watched how power shifted, how deals were struck behind closed doors, how alphas monopolized influence while omegas were given decorative roles—faces for the cameras, not minds for the boardroom.
Kael played along. He acted like a quiet, diligent worker while memorizing every vulnerability, every loophole, every weakness.
Then, he moved.
His mother had left him money—hidden, untouchable by Vaelora hands. Not a fortune, but enough to plant a seed.
Kael invested in a failing tech company—one no alpha or beta wanted to touch. It was too risky, too unstable.
But Kael wasn't interested in safe bets.
He tore it apart and rebuilt it from the ground up. Negotiated deals, optimized production, studied market gaps, and pushed the company into relevance. It started growing—quietly, steadily—until it became a name worth noticing.
But Kael knew the truth.
The moment the world learned a omega from the vaelora family was behind its success, it would be torn apart. Investors would withdraw. Competitors would circle like vultures.
So, Kael found a shield.
Cale Lancaster.
Cale had been Kael's bestfriend since high school—an omega who, like him, refused to submit. Unlike Kael, Cale didn't hide.
Cale wore tailored vests over silk shirts with ruffled cuffs, paired with fitted trousers and knee-high boots. He dyed his hair silver-white, lined his amber eyes with dark kohl, and smiled like he was daring someone to start a fight.
Alphas hated him because he didn't try to please them. Betas hated him because he didn't try to fit in. Even omegas resented him because he refused to act like an omega should.
"They think we are dangerous," Cale had said once, sprawled across Kael's dorm bed, one arm thrown over his face.
Kael's eyes had darkened.
"We are."
Cale had smirked.
"Good."
When Kael needed a face for his growing company, there was no one else he trusted.
On paper, Cale was the CEO of Evren Industries. He stood at the forefront, charming and sharp, smiling for the cameras and cutting through boardrooms like a blade. His wealthy omega lineage made him an enigma—an anomaly among power players.
Behind the scenes, Kael ran everything.
He structured the deals. He negotiated the partnerships. He made the moves that sent alpha-run companies scrambling to keep up.
One night, Cale leaned against Kael's desk, flipping through reports.
"Do you think they'd still respect me if they knew the real power was you?"
Kael's gaze was ice.
"No."
Cale's smile sharpened.
Evren started to grow because of them.
Kael was ruthless. He undercut competitors, expanded into emerging tech, secured exclusive contracts. He acquired companies, absorbed infrastructure, dismantled monopolies piece by piece.
The alphas took notice. They tried to cozy up to Cale, assuming he was a spoiled rich omega playing CEO.
They never even looked at Kael.
That suited him just fine.
Because Kael wasn't here to be noticed.
He was here to take everything.
He wanted the Vaeloras to look at market reports and see Evren rising above them. He wanted Alaric to sit in his office one day, staring at the empire built by the omega he had cast aside.
Kael didn't want revenge. Revenge was emotional. Revenge was fleeting.
Kael wanted dominance.
And he would take it.
Kael Evren was just a personal assistant. On paper.
To the rest of the world, Cale was the face of Evren Industries—sharp, bold, untouchable. The omega who had defied expectations and carved out a place at the top. Alphas sneered at him behind closed doors, calling him a spoiled brat riding on family wealth. They underestimated him.
They had no idea.
Because while Cale handled the spotlight, Kael worked from the shadows. Every contract, every acquisition, every calculated strike that sent Evren's competitors crumbling—that was him. His name wasn't on the headlines, and his title was insignificant, but make no mistake—Kael Evren was the architect of it all.
And the alphas had no clue.
It wasn't easy. An omega-led corporation was already an anomaly in their world. Some alphas pretended to respect Cale while trying to manipulate him behind the scenes. Others dismissed him entirely, convinced Evren's rise was a fluke.
But Kael made sure that every time they doubted, they regretted it.
(Present Time)
Another deal had fallen through. The third one this month.
Kael had stood behind Cale as usual—silent, unassuming, watching. The alpha had smiled, shaken Cale's hand, and made his empty promises. But the moment Cale turned to leave, the bastard leaned back in his chair, arrogance dripping from his voice.
"Maybe we can finalize this deal... if Cale spends the night with me."
Kael's fingers clenched around the tablet in his hand, the plastic groaning under his grip. A familiar heat coiled in his stomach, sharp and seething, but his face remained neutral.
This was what alphas thought of omegas.
Nothing more than pretty little things to warm their beds. Breeding stock meant to be claimed, owned, and controlled. No matter how much an omega achieved, how high they climbed, alphas always saw them the same way.
Submissive. Weak. Something to be used.
The alpha smirked, watching Cale walk away, his confidence unshaken—as if he truly believed his words carried no consequence. That he could degrade an omega in a business meeting and walk away unscathed.
Kael's pulse thrummed in his ears. He imagined reaching across the table, slamming the bastard's face into the polished surface until that smug smile bled away. Until he realized, too late, that he had underestimated the wrong omega.
But Cale handled it like he always did. With control.
He turned, smiling that sharp, dangerous smile—the one that meant he was ready to cut someone down. "You couldn't afford me."
The alpha's expression darkened, but Cale had already walked away.
Kael followed, his posture calm, his expression unreadable. But inside, he was raging.
Cale was strong. Stronger than most omegas, stronger than most alphas. But that didn't mean he should have to deal with this. He shouldn't have to walk into meetings knowing some alpha would eventually try to remind him of his "place."
He shouldn't have to fight for respect that should already be his.
And if it had been Kael in that chair?
That alpha wouldn't have walked out of the room on his own legs.
Cale played the game better than anyone. He knew how to let them underestimate him, how to use their arrogance against them. He let them believe he was just a pretty face sitting in a borrowed position. And then he crushed them with his success.
That was why Cale was the CEO. He knew how to handle the spotlight, how to shake hands with devils without losing himself.
Kael hated that they had to play the game at all.
Because the rise of Evren was dangerous. An omega-led empire was a direct challenge to alpha dominance. They wanted to control it. And when they couldn't, they tried to turn it into a joke.
"An omega at the head of a multi-million-dollar company? Cute."
But it wasn't cute.
Kael had built this empire from nothing. He had studied harder than any alpha, built connections, learned the market, and mastered the art of leverage. He knew where the cracks in the system were, and he knew how to widen them.
Cale controlled the social power. Kael controlled the business.
Together, they were unstoppable.
And yet...
No matter how far they climbed, the alphas still saw them as less.
And Kael hated them for it.
He hated them for how they had treated his mother. For how they had let her die without consequence or justice. For how his father and grandfather had rejected him from the moment he was born.
He hated them for how they treated Cale, for how they looked at him like he was something to be owned and discarded. For how they thought they had the right to lay claim to them just because of biology.
And he hated Vaelora most of all.
Their bloodline had ruled over business and society for centuries, defining what power looked like. Alphas stood at the top because the Vaeloras had built the system to keep it that way.
But Kael was going to tear it down.
He didn't want revenge. Revenge was emotional and temporary. He didn't care about proving himself to his father or making Margus Vaelora regret what they had done to him.
He wanted dominance. He wanted to dismantle the foundation of their power and build something greater. He wanted to create a legacy so absolute that the Vaeloras would have no choice but to kneel before it.
He didn't care how long it took.
He didn't care how many deals he had to make or how many alphas he had to crush.
One day, he would stand at the top.
And when he did, the alphas who had looked down on him would realize too late that they had underestimated the wrong omega.
Not Kael Vaelora.
Kael Evren.