IN A WORLD governed by instinct and hierarchy, biology ruled everything. Alphas led, betas balanced, and omegas obeyed—or so tradition claimed. But hidden within that structure was a rare mutation: the dominants. Only ten percent of the population carried this potent gene—true dominant alphas and omegas, stronger in scent, presence, and drive. Rarer still were male dominant omegas, born only from two dominant parents, and even then, only by chance. They made up less than two percent of the world. Beautiful. Elusive. Prized. Elias was one of them. A dominant omega—fertile, powerful, and so stunning he made heads turn and hearts race wherever he went.
"BABE!! I'M RIGHT here," said Elias as he ran through the hall of his university, calling out to his boyfriend.
Elias was hard to miss. With soft pale skin, silky black hair, and warm brown eyes that always sparkled when he smiled, he looked like he had stepped right out of a romance novel. He wasn't just pretty—he was magnetic, especially with the way he treated the people around him. Friendly, affectionate, a little too flirty sometimes—Elias wore his heart on his sleeve. And today, as he rushed through the halls with that signature playful grin, he had no idea that his world was about to flip upside down.
His boyfriend stood there waiting for Elias and asked him, "Babe, why are you so freaking late? This is your last day—you should've been here earlier than me."
Elias replied, smiling, "I just wanted some coffee, and the line was way too long. So now I'm late."
"Let's go to class now," said Elias.
"Okay, as you wish, Your Highness," his boyfriend teased.
As Elias and his boyfriend walked toward their classroom, laughing about something ridiculous, his phone buzzed in his pocket.
He glanced down, expecting some dumb meme from his sister—but froze.
"Dad calling."
His smile faltered.
"Hold on," he muttered, stepping aside to answer.
"Elias," came the deep voice on the other end, firm and emotionless. "Come home after class. Immediately. We need to talk."
Before Elias could ask anything, the line went dead.
After the line went dead, Elias's mind raced like a wild horse. What had he done this time?
His father was a powerful businessman who only cared about money and control—family was never a priority. Elias still remembered how his mother had walked out when he was younger, leaving them behind for another woman. He couldn't blame her.
Because of that, Elias had always been afraid of his father—his cold voice, his sudden demands. Whatever this was, it couldn't be good.
Still, he tried to stay calm. Maybe it's just about the trip I'm planning with my boyfriend, he told himself. It can't be anything serious… right?
Elias and his boyfriend had been dating for three years, yet they'd never gone on a trip together. His father never allowed it—always claiming Elias had responsibilities or that it was a waste of time.
But this time was different.
This time, his father had actually said yes. And that one word had made Elias feel like the sky had cracked open with sunlight.
Still, the approval didn't come without shadows.
His father had never liked him. Maybe it was because Elias reminded him too much of his mother—the same smooth features, the same stubborn spark in his eyes. Elias could feel it in the way his father looked at him: like betrayal wrapped in beauty. Like he was a mistake made flesh.
His older sister, on the other hand, was his father's pride and joy. Catrina was only two years older, but she may as well have been from another world—the world of approval, attention, and effortless affection.
His father praised her for everything. He made time for her. Bought her whatever she wanted. She never had to prove herself.
But Elias? He had to beg for scraps.
The only compliment he'd ever received from his father was: "You've only got your looks going for you. Nothing else."
It pierced him every time.
To the outside world, Elias was the son of a wealthy businessman. A rare dominant omega—born of power, beauty, and privilege.
But behind closed doors, he had everything except love.
His mother had walked out when he was young, unable to bear life under his father's control. She left with another woman, and though Elias didn't blame her, he could never truly reconnect with her afterward. And his father—well, his father gave him everything but the one thing he wanted most: approval.
Still, Elias never held any resentment toward his sister. Catrina had always been there for him. She shared everything she had—love, loyalty, and even defiance when their father refused to support him.
Catrina was more than just a sister. She was his best friend. His safe place.
Which made the phone call even stranger.
His father had called him out of nowhere. The conversation had been brief. Cold.
And now, Elias sat in his room, heart pounding, mind racing like a wild horse. Why him? Why now?
He tried to tell himself it was nothing serious. Maybe he just wants to talk about the trip...
But deep down, he knew better.
Because his father never just talked.
And as Elias opened the message his father had sent him—just a location and a time—his breath caught in his throat.
Something was wrong.
Terribly wrong.