Sol, who had manifested as an omega, had lived through the cruelest side of what that meant. From the moment his designation was known, life became a series of humiliations and suffering. Alphas treated him like property, something to be used, not a person to be respected. Every glance and every touch carried the same message: you're nothing but an omega.
He had learned to live in fear of scents, of voices and of hands that reached for him without consent. Each heat felt like a punishment from the gods, a cycle of agony that left him broken in both body and mind. No one cared if he cried or begged.
No one cared if he wanted it to stop.
After his last heat, something inside him simply… broke.
He realized he no longer wanted to keep enduring that kind of pain. He no longer wanted to live in a world that saw him as nothing more than a hole for alphas to satisfy themselves. He wanted peace,
even if it meant death.
