Ch.1 Broken Engagement
THE ALPHAVERSE
This story takes place in Anarcheim, a parallel Alphaverse galaxy in a dark future seeded with varied forms of alien life. There are, however, two immutable constants. The first is that all inhabitants are Enigmas, Alpha, beta, or omega. Enigmas dominate, alphas lead, betas serve, and omegas submit. That is the way. The second is that violence is a way of life, power is essential to survival, and crime is king.
Noah Lundin/MC/Rare Omega
"P-please, Alpha Lord... Why am I here?"
Olan Lundin/MC's Father/Alpha
"Quiet!"
His meaty hand clamped around his wrist, Noah hurried to keep pace with his father, Olan Lunden, his bare feet slapping against the cold, metallic tiles.
Noah Lundin/MC/Rare Omega
He was still in his silk robe, one that left far too much exposed. Less than an hour ago, he'd been preparing for his prime omega contract—a pretense of duty to the eldest son of the Verish crime syndicate. Submission had been the only choice; crossing one of the galaxy’s most brutal crime lords came at too high a cost.
Noah had learned that lesson many times.
Except now he was here, aboard a sleek, rumbling space shuttle, finally breathing air outside the compound that had held him captive since his first estrus began. Twenty-four years old, and seeing the galaxy beyond the walls of his quarters had been a dream… one now twisted into a nightmare.
Olan Lundin/MC's Father/Alpha
"Keep up!" (jerked his arm, sending Noah stumbling into his side as they rushed down the hallway)
The shuttle’s walls were glossy black, reflecting more than he wanted to see. His white robe and unbound white-gold hair were streaked with crimson from the track lights, while his small omega frame was dwarfed by his father and a cluster of bodyguards.
Like all male Lundens, Olan’s soldiers were unnervingly beautiful—long, flowing white-blond hair, pointed ears.
But their gazes were predatory rather than protective, drawn to their commander’s bruising grip, his aggression sparking the same hunger in them.
The thick scent of testosterone hung heavy in the air—stirring something primal in Noah, even as his mind screamed in horror at the dominance surrounding him.
One of the soldiers sniffed the air.
Bodyguard
“He smells… incredible.”
Olan Lundin/MC's Father/Alpha
“Keep it together, or I’ll rip your throats out."
(barked)
Normally, Noah would have hidden from his father and the guards at all costs. But there was nowhere to run.
Olan had brought him to the secret gathering place of the 𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙, the elite council of the galaxy’s most ruthless crime families. His father was one of its twelve members, a seat usually reserved for men of power. Lowly omega sons rarely attended.
The sight of the Brotherhood crest carved into the dark corridor in blood-red ink made his stomach twist.
𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍. 𝑺𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒖𝒔.
Noah Lundin/MC/Rare Omega
💭*Did they somehow know about my plans to escape? The money and valuables I’d pilfered over the years when my father grew careless?*
Tearing his gaze away from the ominous words, he tried again.
Noah Lundin/MC/Rare Omega
“Alpha Lord… please. If you could just tell me what’s happening—what—”
Olan Lundin/MC's Father/Alpha
"Enough"
Pain shot down his spine as the massive Alpha slammed him into the wall, crushing him with his bulk. Olan’s face loomed close, fangs bared, his unkempt beard scraping against Noah’s jaw, breath hot against his cheek.
Olan Lundin/MC's Father/Alpha
“There is only one good use for an omega’s mouth" (growled)
Olan Lundin/MC's Father/Alpha
“And if you don’t shut yours, I might forget you’re my firstborn—and let these guards remind you exactly why.”
As always, Noah’s body trembled, his gaze slipping downward. His instincts screamed to submit, and his mind fought, torn between terror and an overwhelming, helpless compulsion.
Noah hated it most of all.
All his life, he had wished he could rip the biological imperative to obey from his cells, to erase the omega taint—but it was impossible.
The Alpha, beta, omega dynamic was as inescapable as fate itself.
𝙀𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙. 𝘼𝙡𝙥𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙚𝙙. 𝘽𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙. 𝙊𝙢𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙗𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙙.
Each role was a primal compulsion encoded in every inhabitant of the galaxy. Affection, care, respect, or consent were irrelevant. Like breathing, it simply existed. Its essence was raw. Irresistible. Immutable.
No matter how hard he tried to resist.
Olan Lundin/MC's Father/Alpha
“You’ve caused me enough fûcking problems, omega.”
Olan slammed Noah’s head into the wall again.
Noah Lundin/MC/Rare Omega
(He fought to stay silent. Noise only fueled aggression in Alphas. Already, his father’s men snapped and snarled behind him, their bloodlust rising.)
Olan Lundin/MC's Father/Alpha
“The contract with the Verish family is null and void. You will no longer receive the honor of being the prime omega to their heir.”
Shock slammed into Noah. Panic followed. The alliance had been in the works since his birth.
The Verish crime family might look insect-like, with sharp mandibles and spindly limbs, but their connections within the Brotherhood were untouchable. As the official omega of the Verish Alpha heir, Noah would have gained protection, food, shelter—even after his childbearing years ended.
The alternative positions—indentured omega or unclaimed omega whøre—offered nothing.
Most importantly for his own plans, Noah had intended to use this position as a stepping stone—to escape Olan’s control, and eventually flee Anarcheim with his family to a non-Alphaverse galaxy where no one could find them.
He had no desire to trade one form of servitude for another. And even if the eldest Verish heir was not as monstrous as Olan, he was still an Alpha—and that meant Noah would remain nothing more than a toy, bound to obey.
Your Author
This is not my original story—just a BL twist on a straight Omegaverse tale. It’s dark, brutal, and filthy, packed with dominant, relentless alpha energy and explicit, unrestrained sêx. I’ve pushed past the original limits—what’s here is raw, wet, and untamed. Some of it isn’t from the original; it’s my own additions to make you pant, shiver, and crave more.
Your Author
Dive in, lose control, and get fûcked by the story
What do you expect from the ML?
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Pooja Goud
glandly
2025-09-06
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