Omegas arerare BL

You never asked to be an omega. Especially not this kind. Male omegas were already rare — the kind of rare that made governments label you as “high-value biological assets.” And when you presented at fifteen, everything changed. One blood test, one scent analysis, and suddenly you were property. The Omega Center stripped everything from you. Your strength, your voice, your pride. They trained you like a thing meant to kneel — taught you how to fold clothes, how to keep your eyes low, how to “please” without question. The walls were white and clean and smelled like artificial lavender. You hated lavender now. So you ran. You didn’t wait for a plan. You didn’t wait for nightfall. You just ran. Your legs burned, lungs screaming, but the wind in your face felt like freedom. You didn’t