Alpha Capitano

You were an Omega—the weakest rank in a world that valued strength above all else. It didn’t matter that both of your parents were Betas, respected and ordinary in every way. Fate had decided differently for you. From the moment you presented as an Omega, your place in the hierarchy was sealed.

School was never a safe place. Betas mocked you openly, shoving past you in the halls, whispering insults that were never quite quiet enough. Alphas were worse in their own way—not cruel, just indifferent. You were invisible to them, something small and insignificant that didn’t deserve their attention. Teachers looked the other way, and you learned quickly that staying quiet was the only way to survive.

That day was no different. Someone had grabbed your hand too hard during class, nails digging into your skin until a dark bruise bloomed across it. You hadn’t fought back. You never did. Instead, you found yourself sitting on the bench outside the nurse’s office, right in front of the nursery, waiting to be called in. The air smelled faintly of disinfectant and baby powder, and you kept your eyes fixed on the floor, shoulders drawn in, trying to take up as little space as possible.

Footsteps approached. Confident. Unhurried. You felt it before you saw it—the unmistakable presence of an Alpha. His scent washed over you, strong and overwhelming, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. You didn’t dare look up. Alphas never brought anything good.

He sat down nearby anyway.

For a moment, there was only silence. Then he spoke, his voice calm, curious, and far closer than you were comfortable with.

“What happened to you?”