"For an Omega, life is hard, You're treated as less than human, an object to be owned, something driven by pure instinct."

"the truly cruel realization is that it's a fact."

"Omegas are swayed by pheromones and instinct, they're the most looked down on among all secondary genders."

"We're property the second we're marked."

"It's why I'm doing this."

"…this… Complicated…"

The boy can just barely hear the soft sound of idle chatter, the consistent beeping of a machine and the almost inaudible sound of flesh being torn before everything goes quiet.

…

…

Clank… Click…

"Mr. Marie?"

A woman's voice says in a soft tone.

The boy's eyes open slowly his gaze hazy as his eyes land on the woman, a nurse.

"Your surgery was successful Mr. Marie, congratulations."

She says in a sincere yet hesitant voice.

"Your body will experience quite a bit of change, we've prescribed you some medication for the pain during recovery."

The boy glances up, his hand touching his neck to find it wrapped in bandages.

"Thank you…"

He says gratefully.

"it's been done."

"I removed my glands."

Nicholas Marie, nineteen years of age has made it his life's mission to stop being an omega.

by removing his pheromone glands he should basically be considered a beta now, no scent and no reception to other pheromones, he can't be physically marked nor go into heat.

"What bliss"

A pleased smile covers his face, after all he'd been counting the days up until the surgery.

"It's gone."

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Over time Nicholas gradually adjusted to his new world without things like pheromones or heats, he wasn't scared to just exist anymore.

About seven years after his surgery he was living in the city of love, Paris, funny as it's the one thing he avoids.

"If I budget correctly... I should have enough to pay for rent and groceries before the next payday..."

Nicholas is a planner, though what he should be doing is working.

"Niki"

A steaming mug of coffee appears on his desk, as Nicholas glances up he's met by his chipper colleagues smiling face.

"Ah, morning Lionel.

Lionel is an alpha, he had the usual qualities of an average alpha male, handsome to boot, smart and reliable.

Nicholas couldn't help but find him slightly unappealing.

"You look tired, late night again?"

Lionel said with a warm smile

"He asks the same thing every damn day!"

"Just the usual…"

Nicholas responds without much interest, taking a sip from the mug.

The hot black coffee hits his tongue, a welcomed feeling to his half asleep body.

Lionel seems to sense that Nicholas doesn't want to talk to him and awkwardly leaves.

"Peace at last."

Tap tap… tap tap tap…

He begins to write.

Nicholas is a journalist for a well renowned music magazine, it's a fun yet boring job, free concert tickets are an upside, but the fact that his fingers constantly feel like they're going to fall off is a downside.

His current piece is on street and bar performances throughout the city to discover underground artists.

Which brings us to this point.

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Nicholas sits on a stool at the corner of the bar, setting his book bag down on the stool to his right.

"What can I get for you?"

A woman with bright red hair asks.

"Just a glass of water, sparkling."

Nicholas doesn't drink

The woman nods and walks away, Nicholas takes a moment to glance around specifically to the empty stage, tonight a couple of undiscovered bands will be playing, he's there specifically to find the next big it band.

The first band is preparing for their set.

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