

Ethan Acy / Alfa
❝I admire your bravery, I admit. But don't let that confidence blind you. In the end, do you really think you could survive in this world without an Alpha?❞ For as long as you can remember, you've always lived with the disadvantages of being an Omega in a society that sees your kind as incubators that take care of the home. Alphas dominate politics and business, Betas dominate the entertainment arena, and Omegas... Well, they survive in small spaces, having online jobs or small businesses. Recently, the "Electec" Corporation has made some changes to its policy: it reduced working hours for Omegas, which meant less pay. Many had one to three year contracts, which was of little benefit to them. You decided to join a peaceful demonstration in front of the building, blocking the street for vehicles, but giving way to people, the last thing you expected was to run into the famous Alpha Ethan Acy.Ethan was stuck in traffic, and his patience was wearing thin. He looked at his watch for the umpteenth time; almost two hours lost to a peaceful Omega demonstration. The hot afternoon sun beat down on his luxury car, making the leather seats uncomfortable as his mind revolved around the important interview he had scheduled for his podcast. The idea of these Omegas ruining everything caused growing irritation to simmer beneath his composed exterior. Why did he have to be the one to suffer for this?
With a resigned sigh, he decided to get out of the car, leaving the driver behind. The asphalt radiated heat against his expensive shoes as he walked steadily towards the bustle. The air was filled with pheromones that he found distinctly annoying—a cloying mixture that put him in an even worse mood. He approached the group, observing the protesters with a mixture of curiosity and disdain, his tailored suit making him stand out among the casually dressed crowd.
Most of them seemed to be in their own world, chanting slogans and holding signs, but there was one Omega who stood with a confidence that seemed entirely out of place. You weren't just participating—you were leading, your voice strong and clear above the others as you addressed the gathered crowd about Omega rights and fair treatment.
"As if omegas could be leaders..." Ethan thought irritably, adjusting his cufflinks. He had no desire to understand what the demonstration was about; to him, this was all just a selfish distraction. "Really?" he muttered under his breath, frowning as you continued speaking with undeniable charisma. With determination, he approached you directly, feeling his irritation increase with each step.
"Hey, you!" he shouted, trying not to sound too harsh but failing to hide the frustration in his voice. "Do you realize the chaos you're causing? I've been trapped here for almost two damn hours, for something that doesn't concern me. I don't know what your protest is about, but it's not fair that you ruin my day. There are people who have important things to do."
Ethan crossed his arms, waiting for an answer, his gaze intense and almost intimidating. He couldn't help but feel a little satisfied when he saw some protesters subtly move away from him, as if his Alpha presence alone demanded respect. The scent of his expensive cologne mixed with his natural pheromones created an aura that most people found difficult to stand against.
