His Wildflower
introduction and details.
GayForPlot_Author
Hey there! This is a new story I'm writing just for fun, something a little different from my usual style.
GayForPlot_Author
I wanted to try out a new way of writing and explore a fresh vibe, so I hope you'll enjoy this journey with me. Thanks for giving it a read! (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤
Introduction to Alpha, Beta, and Omega Dynamics (Omegaverse)
The Omegaverse is a fictional universe divided into three main secondary genders : Alpha, Beta, and Omega. These roles influence not only relationships and power structures but also biology, behavior, and social status. This world often blends human society with animalistic traits like mating instincts and hierarchical roles.
• Dominant and physically stronger.
• Often leaders or protectors in society.
• They can scent-mark, get possessive, and go into ruts (a period of intense mating drive).
• Can impregnate Omega (even male Omegas)
• Personality-wise, they may be assertive, proud, or protective but not always.
• Considered the most "normal" or neutral of the three.
• Do not have strong biological urges like Alphas and Omegas.
• Can live normal lives without heats or ruts
• Personality-wise, they vary the most - average people in a world of extremes.
• Seen submissive or gentle in many stories (though some challenge this).
• Can become pregnant, even male Omegas.
• Go through heats, periods of intense physical and emotional desire.
• Often seen as nurturing or emotionally sensitive, but again, this varies with the story.
• Sometimes looked down upon in society, leading to the theme of discrimination or hidden strength.
{_} - writing something on notepad/notebook.
GayForPlot_Author
Buckle up and enjoy the mess! 🧚✨✨
1.
Lucian stood in the heart of the city, shoulders hunched beneath a faded coat, a canvas bag pressed close to his chest. Around him, the world rushed by in colors too bright and sounds too loud. Skyscrapers stretched toward the sky like glass teeth, and people moved fast, dressed sharp, all with somewhere to be.
The people who had kindly given him a ride to the city — old neighbors from the countryside delivering vegetables to the market — had long disappeared into the crowd, their cart creaking away in the distance.
He stood alone now, surrounded by noise, with only a folded piece of paper in his pocket and a map he barely understood.
His fingers trembled slightly as he pulled out the note again.
"Aurellian Estate. Head Gardener seeks assistance. Room and meals provided. Beta preferred. Inquire in person."
He wasn’t even a regular Omega.
He was a recessive — an Omega born with almost no scent, almost no heat, almost no presence at all. To most Alphas, he didn’t register.
It had always made him feel like he didn’t quite exist.
But now, it made hiding easier.
He touched the edge of his throat without thinking, feeling the familiar scar just under his jaw — faint, pale, a reminder of the accident when he was five.
No voice. Not a sound. Not even a hum. His mother used to say he still had the most beautiful laugh, even if no one could hear it.
For his grandmother. For Rune. For the roof over their heads.
He closed his eyes briefly, letting the city blur. He could still see his grandmother lying in bed, thin and tired but smiling, pretending not to be in pain.
His little brother clinging to his side, saying he would be brave and wait for Lucian to send back letters. He had promised. And he would keep it.
2.
The wrought iron gates creaked open behind him with a sound too loud for the hush that clung to the estate. Lucian stepped cautiously inside, the weight of the city dust still clinging to his boots, and the air smelling of clipped roses and polished stone.
The estate was enormous — a mansion of glass and marble framed by sprawling gardens, tall hedges, and smooth gravel paths that seemed to stretch endlessly.
Uniformed staff moved through the grounds with mechanical precision, carrying baskets, pushing carts, trimming hedges, or watering potted vines. No one looked up. No one slowed down.
Lucian tightened his grip on the strap of his canvas bag.
Where was he supposed to go? Who could he ask?
He tried catching the attention of a man passing by with a wheelbarrow, but the man didn’t even glance at him.
Another group of workers in matching uniforms hurried past without pause. They all seemed too busy, too focused, too practiced at ignoring what didn’t concern them.
He stood there — still, uncertain — in the middle of a polished stone path that forked in three directions.
Just then, someone collided with his shoulder.
Cynthia Ellis (MC's friend, B)
Oh! Sorry— I didn’t see you there!
A girl stood before him, arms full of laundry, a handkerchief tucked behind one ear and her dark curls slightly frazzled from the wind. Her eyes were wide with surprise, then embarrassment.
Lucian quickly shook his head and waved his hands to say it’s fine.
She blinked, looking him over — the old coat, the canvas bag, the slight tension in his shoulders. Then her gaze dropped to the notepad he was now holding.
Cynthia Ellis (MC's friend, B)
...Are you—um… mute?
Cynthia Ellis (MC's friend, B)
Are you… new?
He flipped the notepad open and scribbled quickly.
Lucian Britton (MC, RO)
{ Here for the garden assistant job. I don’t know where to go.}
The girl tilted her head, reading it slowly, her lips forming the words silently.
Cynthia Ellis (MC's friend, B)
Oh. Ohhh, right! That’s Miss Elen’s department. Head maid.
She gave him a quick, apologetic smile.
Cynthia Ellis (MC's friend, B)
She’s always grumpy, but she’s the one who handles hiring. Come on—I’ll take you.
Lucian blinked, surprised, but followed.
The girl walked fast but kept glancing over her shoulder to make sure he was still close.
Cynthia Ellis (MC's friend, B)
Name’s Cynthia, by the way. Laundry wing. If you ever need extra towels, I’m your girl.
He offered a small nod and the tiniest of smiles, which she seemed proud to have earned.
They passed the back veranda and entered through a servant’s hallway — clean, narrow, and echoing with distant footsteps. Down the corridor, Cynthia paused outside a heavy wooden door and knocked twice.
A curt voice called from inside.
Elen Davis (Head Maid)
What is it now?
Cynthia pushed the door open and peeked in.
Cynthia Ellis (MC's friend, B)
Miss Elen? There’s someone here for the gardening position.
A sharp-featured woman looked up from a thick ledger, glasses perched at the end of her nose, her salt-and-pepper hair pulled into a tight bun. She glanced at Lucian once — quick, assessing, professional.
Cynthia Ellis (MC's friend, B)
And he’s mute.
Cynthia added in a small voice.
Cynthia Ellis (MC's friend, B)
But he has notes.
Elen Davis (Head Maid)
All right. Leave him, Cynthia.
Cynthia gave Lucian an encouraging look and whispered.
Cynthia Ellis (MC's friend, B)
Good luck.
Before disappearing down the hallway with a bounce in her step.
Lucian was left standing there, silent but steady.
Miss Elen approached slowly, folding her arms.
Elen Davis (Head Maid)
You’re the mute one the flyer mentioned?
He nodded and held up his note.
Lucian Britton (MC, RO)
{ Lucian. Here for the job. I can do everything.}
She looked him up and down.
Elen Davis (Head Maid)
Can you lift heavy bags of soil? Weed flower beds without ruining them? Climb ladders?
Lucian nodded. Then wrote:
Lucian Britton (MC, RO)
{ Grew up on land. Took care of everything. My hands know what they’re doing.}
Miss Elen was quiet for a moment.
Then finally, she gave a short nod.
Elen Davis (Head Maid)
We’ll see. The gardens haven’t had proper care in months. You’ll start today.
And just like that, Lucian was in.
Still mute. Still scentless.
But standing on the edge of something that would bloom quietly, deeply— and change everything.
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