Episode 1

In life, there are many positives as well as utterly negative things.

Some believe that having money is a wholly positive thing, as they think money can solve everything and never cause sadness.

Others think that crossing paths with a black cat is horrible, unlucky, and negative no matter how you look at it. The mere darkness of that animal can give some people goosebumps if it appears in the middle of the night.

It all depends on people's thoughts, and everyone has different thoughts, beliefs, and especially a different way of seeing what life is. For some life is just everyday living and nothing more, but for others, it is something laborious, sad, almost like an impossible puzzle to solve with obstacles that, with each passing day, become much more complicated.

Yet, for Bley, the only thing that was entirely negative was being recessive. And not just slightly, but completely. At twenty-two years old, his body continued to have no reaction to anything.

It didn't matter that he was surrounded by Alphas all the time who protected him and lived just for him, for none even glanced at him sideways because all were aware of his condition, and to the Alphas, there was nothing more disgusting and despicable than an Omega who was recessive. He had sometimes felt some pheromones, but none of them had awakened that part of him, not even the artificial ones, and he had stopped attending therapies or doctor's appointments to improve that part of him long ago.

As the car moved down the street, he simply looked out the window. Ten Alphas always accompanied him. They carried earpieces where they listened to everything the others said and microphones in their jackets that were nearly invisible so they could talk.

Their suits were black, and they all were nearly two meters tall. They carried weapons, and each one was sufficiently trained to even give their lives for the son of the former president of the country. No one said he was the best president ever, but no one denied that he was a powerful man, with a great last name and with enough money that anyone would want to have in their hands.

"We're almost there, young Bley," announced one of the bodyguards, the only one who had always shown him kindness.

The Omega nodded, giving him a brief glance.

He had some concerts to give in his hometown, so that brought him a little joy because he always liked returning and remembering his mother, who had died a few years ago.

He said nothing, preferring never to speak and to keep looking out the window while imagining many things he was sure he would never feel, experience, or love. He closed his eyes for a few seconds because he was tired of it. Tired of being despised, rejected, and excluded. He never liked to remember things from the past, but at the end of the day, he always ended up doing it. He preferred to avoid all those times when he had been humiliated; however, his head never made things simple and always reminded him of everything.

He imagined that, for being an Omega, all Alphas would like him, but as time went on, he realized that no one was interested in him, and the first rejection came when he was only fifteen years old.

In every high school, some people were more popular than others, and Erik, a dominant Alpha, was famous among many for playing football and being good at all subjects. He always watched him, always found him handsome and had the naive thought that if he confessed first, then that boy would say yes.

He trusted the words his mother told him when he was a child, and she always told him that he was beautiful with his blond hair, blue eyes, and white skin, but it wasn't so.

"You? Like me? You're a damn recessive Omega, you don't even have a scent, who could possibly like you?" he asked, laughing without caring that everyone was listening and watching. "You're not even an Omega, you're just a boring Beta."

He never imagined that not having a scent could be so difficult. He never thought that hearing that would hurt so much, but it hurt him enormously.

He let out a sigh and looked at his hands for a few seconds when the car braked hard, causing the tires to make noise. The Alpha by his side, placed his arm in front of him in case of any eventuality.

"What happened?" he asked, looking around frightened.

"We hit someone."

"What?"

He didn't hesitate to get out and move forward. His men covered him, so he didn't see it.

"What's your name? We'll take you to the hospital!"

He saw someone moving him on the ground and took a few steps as they held him tightly. He spoke so they would move, and that's when he saw a man bloody from his injuries. His eyes were closed, and he didn't know where he had come from, but he was completely disastrous and unable to stand.

Fear dominated him for a few seconds because he wasn't moving, and he imagined that they had killed him, until he let out a moan.

He saw him open his eyes and saw the darkness in them watching him with difficulty because of the sun, so he moved a little. He didn't look bad from the crash; rather, he seemed like he had been in bad shape for a long time, and the crash had finished him off in some way. He swallowed because they couldn't leave him there as if nothing had happened. They hit him, so he had to take responsibility.

"What's your name, sir?" he asked while indicating to his men that they should lift him to take him to a clinic.

Some hesitated, but in the end, they did it, and lifted him slowly. He saw him much older than himself, without a doubt, and too big that it was evident he was a dominant Alpha.

"M-Maverick," he heard him say with great difficulty due to how bad he was.

He nodded, even though he couldn't see him, and as they were in two cars, his men put the redhead in one car and he added:

"Don't worry, Mr. Maverick, we'll leave you in good hands."

The two cars advanced to the first clinic where he made sure he was well taken care of and that all expenses were on his account. He didn't see it necessary to do anything else because the crash had been a simple bump, and he had already taken care of leaving him in a specialized place.

He quickly forgot about that because he had a new presentation afterwards, and that was where they were going before they were delayed.

He got out of the car with his men following him everywhere. They were waiting for him in the dressing rooms to dress him, comb his hair, and apply a little makeup just like in all his other presentations. His clothes were always perfect and almost magical, and his presentations were mesmerizing.

His instructor had him stretch a bit while reminding him of some things because they were about to go out and start everything. The seats were always full, but, even though it was something he always did, now he felt a little nervous. He held onto the railing while all the other dancers were beside him in a brief warm-up.

He wore his ballet ballerinas, with pink stockings and over them a black skirt of classical dance. They always played with the masculine and feminine, which caught all the spectators' attention because they all looked perfect whether they were men or women.

Bley had his hair loose, and the blond shone and looked soft at a glance.

He wore makeup on his face like everyone else, playing with strong colors. The final touches were more than ready, and the people were all seated watching the red curtain covering the entire stage. When the music started, everyone was absorbed in the spectacle. None turned their gaze away until it ended, and they stood up applauding.

Bley performed a small bow just like always, enjoying the applause, for they were the only times he felt that someone showed admiration, and above all, love, and they didn't mind in the slightest that he was a recessive Omega because they loved him.

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