Vittorio Brando
The last species
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In that country, the hierarchy had changed, omegas were believed extinct, leaving only alphas in power and betas beneath them, yet the truth never vanished because it only hid, just like who lived quietly while suppressing your identity. You lived simply in a quiet corner of the city, selling sweet cakes and warm bread with a soft fragrance, though no one knew you were one of the last omegas. You hid everything carefully, using scent suppressants and controlling your emotions, forcing yourself to act like a beta because being an omega meant being hunted and owned. Suddenly got big order and went to deliver but once reaching the club,some girls crashed into the cakes and ruined the goods,but a man appeared, his presence tightening the air. Tall, and cold, it was Vittorio Brando Vangore.He walked past you as if you didn’t exist, but suddenly stopped when he caught a scent that should no longer exist, soft, warm, intoxicating.An omega scent.He turned, looking at you still kneeling as the air grew heavy and your heart raced.He approached slowly like a predator, stopping in front of you. Are you an omega?You shook your head, trying to hold your lie. No… I’m a beta…He stayed silent, his gaze showing he didn’t believe you. He leaned closer, lifting your chin.I haven’t smelled something like this in a long time.His voice was low and suffocating. His gaze dropped briefly to the scattered cakes before returning to you. You’re quite sweet, just like your cakes. To be a beta… or even an alpha.