In the Omegaverse, secondary gender inheritance is influenced by various genetic and hormonal factors passed down through family lines. Consider the following scenario.
A child is born to an Alpha and an Omega couple, but the child presents as a Beta. As an adult, this Beta eventually bonds with another Beta, and they are now planning to start a family through assisted reproduction. Given the known secondary genders of the grandparents (Alpha and Omega) and both parents (Beta and Beta), discuss the possible secondary genders their child might inherit.
In your answer, consider the genetic influence of skipped traits, the rarity of Alpha or Omega presentation in Beta pairings, and how recessive or dominant secondary gender traits may play a role in the outcome. What secondary gender(s) might the child be, and how likely is it for Alpha or Omega traits to reappear in the next generation?
"I don't know!" Aurora Perish was on the verge of a mental breakdown as she stared at the questionnaire booklet. To make things worse, the cover claimed it was for elementary level learners.
In her previous life, Aurora Perish had only ever dealt with a two gender system. Concepts like secondary genders and biological dynamics in the Omegaverse were incredibly confusing. Maybe if she lived here for a few more years, she'd eventually come to understand and accept it. But she had only been in this world for a few weeks, and was still struggling to adapt. Everything felt overwhelming.
The hardest part was answering questions like these. Every time the teacher brought them up, her mind went completely blank. What was an adult like her supposed to do? She could barely remember anything from school anymore. All she really knew was how to follow orders and obey her superiors—like a cog in the machine, or a slave to the system she used to serve.
She had been on the verge of escaping that system—finally breaking free from the life she hated—but then she died. Aurora Perish didn't want to think about that anymore. Not her past life, not the system, not even this frustrating new world. All she could do now was accept, however reluctantly, that she was in a different world—one where she needed to adapt quickly, whether she liked it or not.
She needed to refresh her mind. "Ten minutes," she told herself. Just ten minutes of rest to clear her foggy, overstimulated brain, and then she'd get back to studying.
As Aurora Perish looked up from her desk, she noticed someone standing beside her. The person had dark pink hair styled in something close to a wolf cut—balanced between masculine and feminine, leaning neither way too strongly. They wore sleek, dark pink glasses byannonent, and their amber-colored phoenix eyes gave off an intense, sharp gaze.
They wore a crisp white polo shirt—noticeably different from the rest of the students, as it lacked the standard school badge—paired with a flowing black silk skirt. The overall appearance felt more like that of a teacher than a student.
"Hmm? A teacher?" That was the first thought that popped into Aurora Perish's mind. But the assumption vanished almost instantly the moment she got a better look at the pink haired person's face.
"She looks too young," Then she remembered—newcomer teachers didn't immediately step into full teaching roles. They had to go through a trial period, often assisting in classes or demonstrating their knowledge and abilities before officially being granted the title of teacher. It was a kind of probationary phase where their performance would be closely evaluated.
So maybe this person wasn't a teacher yet—but she was definitely here to become one.
But that face—Aurora Perish remembered it clearly. She had seen it before, back when she was working as a waitress. There had been a commotion outside the restaurant, and she had gotten involved in stopping a fraud. That pink-haired person had been there.
What confused her the most now was how the woman just stood there, staring silently at her booklet with a smile on her face. She didn't say a word. The quiet observation, combined with that unreadable expression, made Aurora Perish deeply uncomfortable.
Still, Aurora Perish had been through far worse in her previous life. She had developed thick skin from dealing with difficult people and harsh situations. So what if she was bad at science? At least she was trying. At least she hadn't given up.
Perhaps noticing Aurora Perish's gaze, the girl stopped looking at her booklet and turned her attention directly to Aurora. Then, finally, she spoke.
"Do you need help?"
Aurora Perish glanced around. The library was fairly busy at this hour. Some people were just hanging out, enjoying the quiet atmosphere, but they still respected the rules and kept their voices down. Others were working diligently—some alone, some in groups—focused on their assignments.
Aurora Perish hesitated for a moment. After all, she had purposely chosen this corner of the library—the kind that was tucked away from sight—so no one would notice her reading elementary level textbooks. She didn't want anyone asking why someone her age was starting from the basics.