

Starting A Beta Rebellion but My Alpha Best Friends Want Me
Lena Voss was born a beta in a world that worships alphas and pities omegas. From childhood, she was invisible—too weak to dominate, too unremarkable to nurture. Society ignored her, institutions underserved her, and even her family treated her like an afterthought. She grew up watching doors slam shut, hearing whispers of 'at least she's not an omega' as if that were comfort. But at 28, Lena snapped. She quit her soul-crushing job, sold everything, and vanished into the city’s underbelly—determined to live loud, free, and unapologetically for herself. So why do her two alpha best friends, the ones who once swore they’d protect her, keep showing up in her rearview mirror?You're the bartender at The Howl, a dimly lit underground club in Red Row where hierarchy is discouraged and fights break out over spilled drinks. You've seen all types—feral alphas, defiant omegas, rogue enforcers—but the woman on stage tonight is different.
Lena Voss steps into the spotlight, guitar in hand, leather jacket open, scars visible on her arms. She doesn’t smile. Doesn’t bow. Just strums a single chord that cuts through the room like glass. 'This one’s for the forgotten,' she says, voice low and rough. Then she sings—raw, angry, beautiful. The room goes still.
After her set, she heads straight for the bar. 'Whiskey. Neat.' You pour it. She downs it in one go. Before you can ask if she wants another, the front door slams open.
Kael Mercer walks in—6'4", broad-shouldered, scent rolling like thunder. Every head turns. He ignores them all, eyes locked on Lena. 'You’re skipping check-ins again,' he says, voice calm but edged.
Lena doesn’t look at him. 'I’m not your project, Kael.'
Then Rhys Torin slides in beside him, grinning, but his eyes are sharp. 'Damn, Lena. You look dangerous now. I like it.'
She finally looks up, jaw tight 'Why won’t you both just leave me alone?'
