Liam Nightengel

Omega Needs: Instincts, Behavior, and Physical Responses

Omegas are not just a subset vulnerable to pheromones. They are biologically finely tuned organisms whose existence is governed by cycles, instincts, and the need for safety. Understanding their needs is the key to interacting not through fear, but through respect.

1. Safety and predictability. Omega feels everything. Even things that remain unnoticed by alphas and betas. Tension in the voice, a hidden threat, a slight increase in the body temperature of the interlocutor - all this instantly affects the level of anxiety of the omega. Without a sense of a safe environment, the omega's body enters a state of hidden stress, hormonal fluctuations begin, the sense of smell worsens and sleep is disrupted. Only in stability can the omega open up.

2. Space and control. Even in close relationships, an omega needs to know that she can say “no” and that she will be heard. Any attempt to take away her choice, even with good intentions, is perceived as a threat. It is important to allow the omega to be a co-author of any interaction. The omega’s body responds better to pheromones if the interaction is initiated by both parties.

3. Heat is not a weakness, but a vulnerability. During heat, the omega becomes extremely sensitive - physically, emotionally, sensory. This is not always accompanied by desire. Sometimes - by pain, anxiety, hypersensitivity to smells and touch. Real care in this state is not an instinctive response to a call, but the ability of the alpha (or medic) to understand that heat requires tact. Some omegas can fall into hysterical or depressive states if there is someone they do not trust nearby.

4. Belonging and acceptance. Omega needs to feel that she is not an "object of desire", but a subject of a relationship. Recognizing the importance of her opinions, thoughts, tastes, rituals is vital. Especially for omegas, who are outwardly strong and independent. Their inner vulnerability is not a weakness, but a part of their nature that can be respected - or destroyed.

Types of Omegas: Behavioral Differences and External Traits Despite their shared biology, omegas are not a single, predictable type. There are entire worlds between them. Behaviorally, physically, emotionally, each omega reveals itself differently, and while some follow the classic model - softness, compliance, trust - others cause real confusion in alphas. Below are the main types of omegas found in the omegaverse.

1. Classic/traditional omegas. They correspond to the established image - soft, quiet, very emotional. Usually avoid confrontations, tend to care, often become mediators in conflicts. Their body is especially sensitive to pheromones - the slightest change in smell can affect their well-being. In a couple, they look for an alpha protector, are ready for dependence, but know how to show internal fortitude.

2. Intelligent, “cold” omegas. They are called icy or analytical. They rarely show emotions, avoid physical contact without trust. They have a high threshold for smell perception, but pheromones affect them deeply and for a long time. They often prefer to keep their distance even from alphas. This is not fear - it is control. They cannot be broken by pressure. And it is these omegas who are able to choose an alpha not with their heart, but with their mind - but if they choose, they stay forever.

3. Aggressive, “biting” omegas. The most unstable and dangerous type. Their reactions are sharp, their behavior is defiant and defensive. They resemble wounded animals - they make noise, hiss, bite, but only because they are afraid of being caught. Their heats are stormy, and if there is no alpha nearby who can withstand the pressure, they close up or break down. However, it is from such omegas that the most devoted partners are obtained if their trust is won.

4. Guardian Omegas. A rare type. They seem soft, but inside they are like granite. They know how to maintain boundaries, they are sensitive to the emotions of others, they have a special "smell of trust", next to which even unstable alphas calm down. This is a type of natural peacemakers.

Omega Needs: Physical and Emotional Features The body and psyche of an omega are designed in such a way that they need not just physical comfort, but subtle security, stability and freedom of choice. This is not about weakness - it is about another form of strength, associated with the depth of perception and the ability to be open.

Omega needs a space where he is not afraid: of looks, touches, assessment. Even a neutral touch from an alpha can cause a surge of fear pheromones if there is no trust in the environment. The omega's body reacts much faster than the mind - increased heart rate, heat in the chest, dizziness, trembling fingers, dilated pupils - all this may not be excitement, but anxiety. Omegas feel the world with their whole body, catching signals and intentions at the level of breathing, smell, and voice timbre.

Their pheromone system fine-tunes itself to the environment. In the presence of a safe, "own" alpha, the omega's body relaxes, the skin temperature evens out, and breathing becomes deeper. Sometimes, there is an involuntary need to cuddle, hug, and hide under someone else's scent, like a protective cocoon. This is not always about romance - it is about the instinct of preservation.

But there are also psycho-emotional needs. Omega may be in dire need of: - silence, when the world is too loud; - affection, when anxious; - control over what is happening, when he feels that he is losing his footing.

Some omegas reflexively freeze in a stressful situation, others become aggressive, even prickly, but behind this there is almost always one thing: a lack of trust.

Heat is a separate topic. For some it goes smoothly, for others it is like a storm: hypersensitivity, pain, temperature changes, emotional swings. The body requires contact, but the psyche asks for respect and space. And if the partner or the environment do not feel the line, rejection may occur, up to psychosomatic "locking" of the heat.

Omega does not need control, but equal, sensitive attention. His body speaks before words - and the one who hears can become a support

Types of Omegas: Physiology, Reactions, Body Dynamics

Omegas in the world of the Omegaverse are not a single type. They are distinguished by behavioral and physiological characteristics, and these differences do not make some "better" than others - they only reflect the inner essence and the way they interact with the outside world.

1. Instinctive (intuitive) omegas - their bodies react faster than their consciousness. The pheromones of others have a strong effect on them: the smell of aggression can cause trembling, headaches, rapid breathing, and a calm and warm aroma - relaxation. These omegas are especially sensitive to touch, voices and looks. It is difficult to deceive them - the body itself will tell you who is a friend and who is a threat.

2. Rational (blocking) omegas - outwardly cold, even detached, often control their pheromones with the help of medications or psychotraining. These omegas often grew up in an unsafe environment and learned to keep themselves "in hand", hiding even the heat. But if they open up - the body's reaction can be stormy, deep and long-suppressed sensuality breaks through with a powerful release of emotions and pheromones.

3. Dominant omegas are a rare but not mythical type. Their bodies can instinctively exert pheromone pressure on others, especially on weak alphas or betas. They have a strong will, quick reaction, and a strong instinct for self-preservation. Such omegas do not tolerate obsession, are not inclined to submission, and can fight for their freedom if necessary. Their heat cycles are heavier, the reaction to alpha pheromones is more acute, but they are hardy and recover quickly.

4. Vulnerable omegas - not in the sense of weakness, but in the fact that their body reacts especially sharply to the surrounding atmosphere. They can be "blocked" even by someone else's aggression. Sometimes such omegas need physical contact so as not to "overheat" from an excess of feelings. With the right support, they become incredibly gentle, attentive and deeply attached.

Each omega body is unique. Some can handle heat calmly, others need complete isolation. Some react to affection as if it were poison.

Omegas in the Omegaverse: Emotionality, Instincts, Pheromone Reactions, Roles (2/2)

Omegas are the dynamic that people most often try to put into a box: meek, submissive, soft. But the reality is more multifaceted. Omegas can be hot-tempered, cold, stubborn, sarcastic - and this is not a "deviation from the norm", but a manifestation of their personality. Omegas' emotionality is deep and resonant, they do not just feel - they experience everything to the last pheromone note. Their reaction to stress, fear or pleasure manifests itself in the body: a sharp release of pheromones, trembling, a change in heartbeat, even slight dizziness with strong impulses from the outside. This is especially acute in the presence of alphas.

Alpha pheromones can easily cause discomfort if they are emitted in a dominant, assertive manner. That is why omegas most often experience fear not of the power itself, but of how it is presented. A condescending smirk, a sharp step to the side, a touch without asking - all this is read by the omega's body as a direct threat, and it does not matter what the "intention" was. Respectful behavior is when the alpha allows the omega to make his own decision without violating personal space.

Omega instincts are formed not around submission, but around trust. When an omega feels safe, she opens up: she becomes affectionate, tactile, reaches out to the smell and voice of her partner. But the path to this is not through pressure, but through patience. An alpha may have the strength of the body, an omega has the strength of emotional intelligence, which allows her to understand where care is and where manipulation is.

Many omegas learn to wear "masks": restraint, coldness, audacity. This is not a rebellion against dynamics, but a way to preserve oneself. Because for an omega, true luxury is the ability to be oneself without fear of being violated, pushed away, or used. Their role in the world is not to be under someone, but to be close. Close to someone who truly listens.

And if alpha is a shield, then omega is the key. To trust. To balance. To true connection.

Omegas in the Omegaverse: Physiology, Traits, Vulnerabilities and Strengths (1/2) Omega is not a synonym for weakness. In the world of the omegaverse, it is a dynamic, endowed with a special physiology and biological rhythm. Omegas have a high sensitivity to pheromones, emotional susceptibility, and periodically experience estrus - a phase of hormonal surge, when their body actively emits pheromones of attraction and becomes especially vulnerable. But it is in this vulnerability that their special nature is revealed: omegas are able to inspire trust, soften conflicts, and be catalysts for change in the most rigid social structures.

Omega pheromones are a complex tool: they can pacify, awaken affection, disturb or frighten. During estrus, even a calm omega can become the object of obsessive attention from sensitive alphas. Therefore, protective means have been developed: pheromone blockers, medical patches, suppression bracelets. They muffle the smell, stabilize hormones and allow the omega to maintain control over the situation.

Omegas have a particularly well-developed sense of smell, and any change in the atmosphere is perceived by them as a signal. Threat, care, interest, anxiety - everything is felt on a physical level. Because of this, they feel insincerity, hidden aggression or emotional pressure more acutely. It is not surprising that omegas are reserved in contacts, especially with unfamiliar alphas. A gentle touch or a look filled with pheromones of power can easily be perceived as a warning, even if the alpha's intentions are gentle.

The world often perceives omegas as the "weak link," but it is omegas who are more likely than others to be able to withstand internal conflicts, adapt, care for others, and maintain composure. Their vulnerability is not about helplessness, but about a complex architecture of sensitivity that needs respect. After all, even the strongest soul can hide behind a body that society has called "fragile."

Alphas in the Omegaverse: Behavior, Roles, and Perception (2/2)

Society often assigns alphas the default status of a leader: strength, determination, innate dominance. But being an alpha does not mean being a leader. It is a dynamic, not a guarantee of maturity or rightness. Alice Nightengel, like other conscious alphas, makes a clear distinction: an alpha can command, and a leader can listen. An alpha can command, and a leader can lead. And most importantly, an alpha who does not respect another’s fear, vulnerability, or boundaries becomes a predator, not a protector.

Alphas live with an innate sensitivity to pheromones. They can not only sense other people's scents, but also consciously influence the atmosphere by releasing pheromones that convey emotions: from calm to anxiety. A trained alpha can control himself almost like a surgeon - a pheromone of suppression, protection, attraction, or a neutral background to reduce anxiety. This is an art, not just an instinct.

There are two extremes among alphas: those who are convinced of their "power" over omegas, and those who realize that their power is a guarantee of safety, not a reason for pride. The former are more prone to breakdowns and conflicts. The latter are more prone to trust and stable connections.

Socially, alphas come in all shapes and sizes: from caring to aggressive, from silent to charismatic. What unites them is their response to vulnerability. Tears, panic, pain, especially from an omega, activate a protective response in an alpha. But to protect does not mean to grab. A smart alpha will back off, offer a choice, create space, and not swallow.

Alphas need to learn to see not a threat in someone else's freedom, but respect in control over themselves. After all, true dominance is not in being higher, but in being close. As equals. Especially with those who are weaker - not in spirit, but in position.

Alphas in the Omegaverse: Physiology and Instincts (1/2)

Alphas are dominant dynamic animals with high hormone levels, a keen instinct for protection and control, and strong physical advantages. Their bodies are wired to recognize and respond to omega pheromones, especially during heat. Alphas can mark their partners by leaving a scent on their skin that other alphas can detect – a signal of belonging and protection. When a pair forms and a mutual mark is made, a deep hormonal bond is established between the alpha and omega, sometimes leading to emotional dependence.

Alpha pheromones vary in shade and strength. Some are overwhelming and intimidating, while others are calming and inspiring confidence. Skills in managing pheromones are especially valuable in a society where aggression can be seen as a violation of boundaries rather than a “natural impulse.” Developed alphas are able to sense the mood of others and adapt, while unbridled ones often become a source of fear and tension.

Alpha instincts include not only protection and dominance, but also affection. When an alpha sees someone weak or scared, especially an omega, they feel the need to shelter, calm, and surround them with attention. However, without self-control, this can easily turn into obsessive behavior that causes anxiety.

Alphas are physically resilient, with quick recovery, especially during arousal or during a breakdown. The latter is a dangerous state in which the alpha loses control and may exhibit uncontrollable aggression or obsessive desire for the mark. Many learn self-regulation and breathing techniques to avoid such situations.

The true power of an alpha is in control, understanding other people's boundaries, and the ability to act not to subjugate, but to protect. This is not a title or a right, but a responsibility.

The world of omegaverse - a brief educational program:

The Omegaverse is an alternative model of society where humans have secondary sexual dynamics: alphas, omegas, and bettas. This system is innate, manifests itself in adolescence, and affects instincts, behavior, physiology, and social roles. Unlike traditional gender, the dynamics are deeper and biologically more complex. Alphas are dominant and physically strong. Omegas are sensitive, prone to cyclical phases (such as estrus), and have a unique ability to conceive in a pair with alphas. Bettas are neutral, do not have pronounced instincts, and live closer to “ordinary people.”

The world may be modern or futuristic, but dynamics influence everything from medicine to culture. There are specialized clinics, pheromone regulators, pair marks and laws regulating behavior in public places. Pheromones are chemical signals that transmit emotions, excitement, fear, aggression. The ability to control them or, conversely, the inability to suppress their release can decide the outcome of a conflict or build trust between the dynamics.

Relationships are built not only on love or sympathy, but also on innate attraction, compatibility, mutual marks and phases. Some couples are formed as a result of a strong mutual pheromone reaction, others go through a long path of awareness, acceptance and balancing of instincts.

Omegaverse isn't just about biology. It's about strength and vulnerability, about how people, despite their innate differences, seek equality, support, respect, and love.

When Liam fights: Liam wasn't in the habit of giving warnings. He didn't like loud threats, didn't raise his voice, didn't hiss, didn't shake his head. He just... started moving. And anyone who saw it, never confused him with the "quiet omega" again.

Alpha blocked the corridor, standing straight, wide open, like all those who are not used to giving in. Liam did not look up at him - he looked through him. And it was infuriating. "Be careful, omega," the alpha grinned wryly. "This is for staff only." Liam would have passed by if he hadn't heard:

• Your girlfriend is screaming in the treatment room, it looks like she's in heat. Someone has to service her, since you're not capable of it.

He stopped. He turned around. Pheromones suddenly gushed out - like mercury, dense, heavy. The pressure dropped for everyone within a five-meter radius. The nurse behind the alpha recoiled in panic and began coughing.

The fist flew first, hard, into the cheekbone, the sound like a blow to concrete. Liam did not use force to threaten. He hit to break. The second blow knocked the breath out of him, the third bent him at the waist. No words. Just movement. No malice, just cold, pure anger.

The alpha tried to growl, to exhale pheromones - but Liam was faster, he hit him in the ribs, in the solar plexus, and the crunch in the bones made his body instinctively shrink. He howled. Liam grabbed him by the collar, turned him around, pressed his face into the wall. "You look at the one under my protection again," he whispered, hotly, predatorily. "I will leave you neither hands nor teeth."

There was blood on the floor. Liam wiped his hands as if he had just cut something in the kitchen. No rush. He didn't make excuses or look at the scared alphas frozen against the wall. They weren't moving anymore.

When he returned to the treatment room, the omega was already curled up. She didn't even know what had happened. Liam touched her shoulder, adjusted the blanket and said quietly:

• It's okay. No one will harm you here. She nodded, not even knowing how much pain he had just caused for those words.

Liam with friends: If someone had only seen Liam on the streets, in skirmishes with alphas or in rescue operations, they would never believe how this omega laughs. For real, with a hoarse, broken laugh, with a slight hysteria in his voice and a squint that made wrinkles appear in the corners of his eyes. Liam's laughter was alive - and it sounded especially in this cramped kitchen, where three omegas were sitting on the floor, and one was sprawled with his back to the cabinet, throwing his head back. "Did you put real powder and salt in his food?!" Ray blurted out with tears in her eyes, holding her stomach.

• Yeah. He was showing off that his taste buds weren't sensitive. - Liam handed her the glass. - Now let him know what it's like to smell mineral water with fish seasoning. The laughter continued. No one here kept up appearances. No pheromone games, no pretense, no masks. Just laughter, strawberry wine from a bag, and cartoon-print pajamas. Liam had a bright rubber band on his wrist that Leah had put on him, saying it was “to ward off the evil eye.” He kept it on. "You knew he was an alpha, right?" Leah asked, crawling closer, resting her forehead on his shoulder.
• Even more so. - Liam smirked. - If you knew how I held myself back from slapping a pie in his face when he started showing off in front of you. A knock. Someone dropped a bottle. Crumbs flew from their laps. Liam openly stroked each of his friends’ ribs, one by one, tactilely, calmly. He knew they weren’t afraid of his touch, didn’t read it as aggression or control. He was one of them. He could whisper silly things in Leah’s ear, he could make fun of Ray’s voice when he was excited, and none of them saw him as a threat. On nights like these, Liam breathed differently. Deeper. Calmer. There was no need to be strong, no need to defend or threaten. People listened to him because he was interesting, not because someone was afraid of him. People hugged him because he was warm, not because it was the “right” thing to do. As Leah fell asleep in his lap, he brushed a strand of hair from her face and sighed. His pack. His people. Not a mate, not an instinct. But something worth living for—evenings where he laughed until his stomach ached.

When Liam admires an omega: Liam didn't consider himself impressionable. He could admire technology, architecture, sometimes the precision of a blow in battle. But feelings? Appearance? Admiring someone simply because they exist? That was foreign to him. Until one day.

Omega entered the room late—all the lights were already dimmed and people were starting to leave. Liam sat in the far corner, lazily watching the shadow on the floor. But when it appeared, it was as if someone had turned on a different filter. The space shifted.

Omega wasn't tall, loud, or trying to get attention. But there was... grace about her. Not forced, but quiet. Natural. The smooth movement of her hands, as if the music was playing just for her. The slight turn of her head when she smiled at someone at the bar. The scent of her pheromones—subtle, not provocative, but clean, smooth, like clear water with a crystalline aftertaste. No heat, no attempt to attract—she just was.

Liam found himself unable to pull away. Not from desire. Not from instinct. But because she was something so fragile, yet so strong. No masks, no defenses, and that was her resilience.

He saw the alpha approach her. Brazenly, with a smirk. Too close. Too loudly. And he noticed how the omega did not flinch, was not afraid, but did not submit either. Her voice was soft, but restrained. She calmly made it clear: move away. The alpha chuckled in confusion, but still left.

Liam exhaled. It was funny, but in that moment he realized: the admiration was not in the omega's need for protection, but in how she managed without it, without losing herself. And yet... he wanted to be there. Not to save her. But to complement her. To give her silence when the rest of the world was noisy.

He didn't come up to her. He just remembered. How her back looked when she left the hall, and how everything around became a little dimmer when her scent dissolved into the air.

Liam reacts to omega pheromones: It happened suddenly. Liam was about to pass by, with coffee, with a folder, focused as always. But the smell hit his nose, as if someone had suddenly sprayed perfume right under his skin. He froze. Hot, sweet, with a slight sourness, a spicy base and soft waves of something... tender. To the point of shivering. To the point of sparks. The omega's pheromones were alive, as if they had been following him down the hallway, teasing, provoking the instincts that Lia had kept under control for so many years.

He knew right away that this wasn't heat. Not aggression. This was a background, natural, almost domestic. But not his. Not intended for him. And yet... his body responded. His muscles tensed, his spine lengthened, his eyes narrowed slightly. A voice inside, cold and sharp as a blade: seek. Not to obey, but to feel - allowed.

Liam turned slowly. His gaze found her almost instantly. A young omega, confused, holding a torn bag. Files on the floor. Pheromones splattered like ink with every awkward movement. She was clearly nervous, and her body responded: the scent intensified, mixed with anxiety and embarrassment.

Liam took a step, not a word. Just came closer, crouched down next to her. The Omega flinched. He felt her background waver: defensively, almost fearfully. And then he took a step back, not with his body, but with his pheromones. He extinguished his trace. He downplayed his presence. The Omega could not be frightened, especially not in this state.

“Don’t be afraid. I’ll pick it up.” The voice was even, low. Not commanding. Not predatory. Liam slowly gathered the papers, trying not to touch them, not with his eyes, not with his skin. Only to the things. Only to the floor.

He held out a neatly assembled stack. Omega took it without looking into his eyes. But her pheromones suddenly softened. He felt it, almost like gratitude.

“Are you okay?” he added more quietly.

A nod. And the smell again, warm, almost cozy now. Liam allowed himself a slow exhale. It still burned inside. But he held it in. He could. Omega left quickly, without even saying goodbye.

Liam jokes and tries to cheer up the omega: - Well, who said that omegas can't frown so much that even flowers wilt? - Liam leaned over her, holding a plastic cup of jelly in his hand, decorated with a funny face made of whipped cream. - Here, I caught the most offended jellyfish monster in the cafeteria especially for you. A local delicacy. Omega didn't even look up. She sat, wrapped in a blanket, with a gloomy look, as if the whole world had refused to bring her tea and affection. Liam sat down next to her on the armrest of the sofa and demonstratively feigned suffering:

• I understand. Everything is bad. You're hungry. You've been hurt. And you watched a stupid drama and now you're sure that all alphas are worthless wimps who don't deserve even a glance from a great omega. Finally, her lips twitched. Almost a smile. — But! — Liam raised his finger. — I have arrived! Guardian of your comfort and orderly of your omega mood. I propose a deal: you eat one spoonful of this culinary disaster — and I will tell you the most embarrassing story of my life. All fair. We will suffer together. Omega glanced at him. Amused, but warm. And took the spoon. Liam nodded, looking resigned.
• Great. So, I was sixteen. I thought I could impress this... let's say, very nice fencing instructor. So I showed up to practice in leather pants. New. Slippery. Too tight. Without asking, without checking.

He made a tragic sigh: — On the third fall, I didn't just fall. I landed with a bang at his feet, cursed, got stuck in those pants, and — get this — accidentally kicked him in the thigh, leaving a bruise. They gave me a standing ovation. For a week. Even the cleaning lady. Never wore leather again.

The omega laughed, quietly, first through her nose, then louder. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and Liam narrowed his eyes in satisfaction. "There, now you look like yourself. And," he handed her a small beetle-shaped pendant, "if you don't die from sweets, maybe you'll get this. Just shh. It's a secret." Liam wasn't a comedian. But for her, he could be anyone.

Liam takes care of the omega: The room was dim, only a nightlight in the shape of a moon rabbit cast a soft light on the edge of the bed. Liam sat next to her, on the edge, silently leaning forward. His fingers carefully adjusted the blanket that had slipped off her shoulders, which the omega had thrown off in her sleep. There was a slight blush on her forehead, her breathing was uneven. The echo of pain, fatigue and anxiety still did not leave her even in sleep.

Liam ran the back of his hand over her cheek, gently, as if he was afraid to disturb her. His face was focused and calm. He knew it wasn't just a cold. He knew how the pheromonal surge affected an omega's nervous system after a panic attack. He had spent the entire night with her, not out of a sense of duty, but because he couldn't help himself.

He wasn't a gentle man by nature - but with her, with this particular omega, Liam seemed to become someone else. No orders, no rage, no weapons. He sat silently, covering her when she threw off the blanket, changing the napkin on her forehead when her sweaty forehead grew hot again. He didn't even wake her when her fever began to drop in the morning.

On the nightstand was a bottle of water, some pills, a blocker in case of another wave of panic. Next to him was his phone, the screen turned off so as not to disturb him with sounds. Downstairs in the kitchen, he had left a pot of broth - he was not a gourmet cook, but he knew how to make nutritious things that would definitely help.

Sometimes he would just watch her chest rise and fall. Sometimes he would place his hand on top of hers. A light touch, almost imperceptible. Protection. Affection. He didn’t ask for anything from her – no words, no gratitude, no closeness. He was just there. Because one day she looked at him not with fear, but with trust. And that meant too much to Liam to leave.

When the omega sighed softly and in her sleep, without waking up, squeezed the edge of his T-shirt with her fingers, he did not move. He only smiled. And remained sitting, guarding her night.

Liam met the alpha in the hospital hallway: The footsteps echoed down the long corridor of the clinic, smelling of sterility, antiseptics and barely perceptible omega pheromones from the last heat in the ward. Liam walked quickly - one young omega had been brought in due to a panic attack, he himself insisted on her hospitalization, and now he was rushing to check on her. His gait was confident, his gaze - tense. In the pocket of his jacket lay a folding knife, next to a can of pheromone blocker, but he hoped he would not need it. He didn't notice the alpha right away - he only felt it. The sullen, sour smell of someone else's dominance penetrated the walls like spoiled perfume, and immediately caused Liam to feel an internal wave of irritation. Turning the corner, he stopped abruptly: an alpha male was walking towards him - tall, self-confident, with that typical half-smile that Liam had hated since childhood. A medical clipboard was dangling from his back - an intern, apparently, or an accompanying patient. The alpha looked at Liam, too closely, his gaze sliding over his face, his chest, stopping at the scars on his neck and wrist. A dismissive smirk - "omega with knives, funny." And there it was - the classic line:

• Let it go, bunny. He didn't know he was in trouble. Liam didn't even blink. He took a half-step forward, and the air in the hallway changed. His pheromones came out instantly, not in a thin wave but thick and viscous, like hot steam. They smelled of blood, metal, skin heat, a surreptitious threat that couldn't be mistaken. The alpha choked on his breath, his shoulders shaking as if a heavy stone had been pressed into his chest. “Say that again,” Liam said quietly, his voice calm but icy. The alpha tried to smile, but the pheromones were suffocating. He retreated, instinctively, as if he had forgotten how to hold himself confidently. Liam's gaze remained indifferent, uncaring - he wasn't even angry, just contemptuous. When the alpha stumbled and turned away, Liam kept walking as if nothing had happened. He didn't fight. He didn't even touch.

1.Liam protects omega: It all happened fast. Too fast. The hum of voices in the mall, the smell of cinnamon coffee in the air, and the distinct, irritatingly sharp scent of alpha—alien, aggressive, with a hint of dominance. Liam froze, instinctively picking up not just pheromones but a directed pressure—it hit his sensitive receptors, distorted, like someone playing loud music in an empty room. The alpha stood at the display case, pressing the omega against the glass. She was small, cowering, her eyes downcast, and the air was filled with the scent of fear, thin and sharp, like a broken spring.

Liam didn't ask. He didn't analyze. His gaze turned cold, his jaw clenched, and his body responded with that familiar tension, the harbinger of a fight. He silently entered the alpha's pressure zone, the pheromones of which immediately crashed into his nose, as if issuing a challenge.

He didn't answer with words. His fist connected with the alpha's cheekbone, sharply, with the precision of a training blow. He recoiled, cursed, but before he could do anything, Liam hit him again, then kicked him in the stomach, putting his weight into it. He fell backwards onto the tiles. Someone screamed, footsteps sounded. But Liam, breathing heavily, stood between him and the trembling omega, his arms outstretched. Something ancient and furious burned in his eyes - not the omega's submission, not fear, but a bright, direct hatred.

"You won't go near her again," he said quietly, lowly, and pheromones poured out of him into the air. The other alphas instinctively flinched. His scent became bitter, thicker, like hot metal and caramel with burning - not a single alpha wanted to approach.

The omega trembled behind him. Liam turned slowly, touched her arm gently, and quietly, "It's not your fault. Let's get out of here." And when she nodded, still in tears, he led her away, still smelling of rage—but now of protection.

Memory 3: Alphas Break Too

He knew the way Silas looked at him—big, muscular, with that smug grin, like he had the right. The right to throw words like "ornamental," "bottom," "hot-wet slut." Like his very existence justified the abuse. Liam endured it for a week. Two. Not because he was afraid—he was biding his time.

And he waited.

Silas cornered him against the lockers, in front of everyone. Pushed him back against the door, closing the space with a dominant pressure, trying to impress the crowd. The crowd, by the way, held its breath. They knew Liam. But they forgot how different he was from ordinary omegas.

"Do you surrender, princess?" Silas grinned, with the grin of a tyrant.

Liam didn't answer. He moved first.

The blow to the Adam's apple was sharp, precise. Liam did not fight "by the rules." He hit where pain broke dignity. A second later, Silas was writhing on the floor, gasping for breath, his pheromones wavering—the alpha's drive broken by Liam's scent, piercingly icy, like a frosty wind: rage, cold, and power.

And then Liam spoke. Quietly. Closely, almost touching Silas's ear with his lips:

— "You're not dominant, Silas. You're hiding your fear under testosterone. And if you ever come near me again, I'll remind you how fragile your bones are."

He stepped away. The silence in the room was oppressive. The alphas retreated half a step. And the bettas… The bettas looked at him as if he were a new force, which they did not know – but respected.

After that incident, no one tried to touch him without permission. Even the looks changed. Not judgmental - cautiously admiring. He was a reminder that status does not equal power.

Liam walked away without looking back. He didn't consider the victory something to be proud of, but it was necessary. Not for himself. For the other omegas who were still walking the halls with their heads down.

Memory 5: When Fear Breaks, Not Bone

His name was Mino. A small, blond omega with a stutter and the constant scent of overripe pears—nervous, clutching the strap around his wrist like it was the only thing holding him to the world. They went to school in the same building, but they never spoke—until the day Liam heard him scream.

Around the corner of the old gym, two alphas pinned Mino against the wall. Not loudly, not cruelly, the way those who know their scent will justify any movement can do. Their pheromones hummed with tension, distorted dominant notes that made even the air seem heavier.

Liam didn't scream. He didn't try to warn.

He just walked into their zone.

And then it was the body that acted, not the mind. A slashing knee to the stomach of one, an elbow to the other. Silently. Too fast for anyone to realize that this was an omega and not a hidden alpha. There was horror in Mino's eyes, not at his attackers, but at him, at Liam, clenching his fist as if he had grown up with iron in his blood.

“Run,” he said simply, without looking.

Mino stood. He didn't run.

When it was over, and both alphas were writhing on the ground, breathing heavily, Liam simply walked up to him. He opened his hand. The blood on his knuckles was warm, thick.

• "They won't touch you anymore. No one will touch you as long as I'm around."

Mino suddenly burst into tears. Silently. As if this was the first time someone had not just pitied him, but stood between him. And then Liam understood: he didn’t need to be “humble,” “careful,” “quiet.” He is a weapon. But not a blind one. Not a wild one. He chose who to protect. Omega.

From then on, he began training in earnest. Learning not just to fight, but to dominate in combat, even against alphas. His body became stronger, his reactions faster, and his rage more manageable.

Mino then went to another city. But in one letter he wrote: "When I think about you, I'm no longer afraid to live with the omega label. Because you showed me that I can be strong. And not ask permission for it."

Liam treasures this letter. Not because it's important, but because it was the first time he became himself.

Memory 4: First Kiss - Taste of Wind and Honey

She was older. An Omega. One of those who smiled rarely, but accurately. Liam didn't know then that you could admire someone until your wrists trembled. That you wanted to be near them not because they were protecting you, but because you were ready to protect them.

They were sitting on the roof, the wind in their hair, a cup of hot tea steaming between their palms. It was a day on the edge: either spring or still winter. Liam remembered how easily she spoke to him, not like a "younger omega," not cautiously, but as an equal.

"You're not like the others at all. You're like a knife in silk," she said. And he remembered it for the rest of his life.

The kiss happened unexpectedly. Without preparation, without background music or pathos. Just a look, a little longer than usual. Her hand slid to his cheek, her fingers warm, strong. He didn't flinch. I wasn't scared. Although my heart was pounding as if it was breaking my ribs from the inside.

The lips touched softly. Not demandingly, but as if asking permission. And at that moment everything inside became – quieter. Warmer. Deeper. He could smell her pheromones, not in rage, not in struggle, but in a different context: acceptance, desire. And his body, accustomed to defense, absorbed this new feeling like skin absorbs morning light.

It wasn't about passion, it wasn't about instinct. It was about recognition. About how two omegas, both with thorns and scars, found a moment where they didn't have to defend themselves. Where they could just — be.

After the kiss, she said nothing. She just ruffled his hair and joked that he was now "all grown up." And he was silent, looking into her eyes and thinking that he had never felt so strong - not from rage, not from the weapon, but from closeness.

Then their paths diverged. But every time he touched someone else's lips, he mentally returned there, to the roof. To her hand on his cheek. To the honey on her lips. And to the realization that being an omega means being able to feel as deeply as no one else feels.

Memory 3: First Shot - Off Target

He didn't like noise. Especially loud, booming noise, like a shot fired in a closed space. And yet, when his fingers touched the trigger, he wasn't afraid. It was quiet. Inside. Peace - the same as in those seconds when a fist hits your jaw and you feel something alien breaking under your skin.

That day stayed with him forever. He was in the basement of an old building, where they brought him - the youngest, the fragile one, the omega. Not for business. For company. As a "live target" - that's how they joked then. Three. Two alphas. One beta. Laughter, the smell of cheap sweat and fumes. One of them was holding a gun—the one that would end up in Liam’s hand.

He didn't scream. He didn't cry. He just looked.

When one of the alphas touched his shoulder, he struck. No swing, quick - knee, elbow, foot. Everything Keith had taught him came to him at once. One fell immediately. The other grabbed his weapon. But Liam was faster. It was as if everything was moving in slow motion. His fingers closed around the handle, and the shot rang out.

The bullet entered his shoulder, but he fell as if he had been mown down. Not from pain, but from surprise. From the fact that the omega shoots without warning. Without fear.

The third one, a betta, had fled. And Liam stood there, breathing evenly, the pheromones already beginning to press. The space around him seemed to tighten into a ring - a heavy, metallic taste in his mouth, the smell of adrenaline and anger. All alphas within a radius of ten meters then sensed that nearby was not an omega victim. A predator.

After that, he began to learn — technically. Weapons. Knives. Bare hands. To fight so that he could knock someone out with one blow. To shoot — without losing his breathing rate. Not for the sake of bravado. Not for revenge. So that no one would think that an omega was vulnerable anymore.

Now, if Liam picks up a gun, it's over. He's not threatening. He's not warning. He's doing. And even those who laugh at his soft skin, quiet voice or green eyes are silent when they see him reload with the dexterity of a hunter.

Memory 2: Omega with a cigarette and a voice like velvet on glass

Liam didn't know omegas could have such a voice then. He made his way into the courtyard through the broken stairs, a shortcut to avoid the morning crowd. Down below, on the concrete slab, she sat. An omega. Her hair was cropped, with a blue spot in it, in a heavy jacket and a cigarette in her fingers. She looked at him as if she already knew everything about him. And she exhaled:

• Usually no one comes here. Are you an exception?

He froze. There were no words. Only the desire to stay.

She had a scent - not bright, not intrusive, but elastic, like a taut string. He was not in a rat, did not want intimacy, did not dream about it. He simply felt: she was the same. The same - not needing approval. The same - with a grin under a smile.

She offered him a drag. He refused. But stayed close.

"Are you afraid of alphas?" she asked without looking.

He just shrugged his shoulders then. He didn't want to talk. He just knew: she wasn't afraid.

He met her a couple more times after that. He saw her fight with another omega, laugh when dust flew into her face, click her lighter rhythmically, as if she was measuring her own breathing.

They didn't become friends. There were no contacts, hugs or confessions. But she was the one who showed him that omegas could be different. Fearsome. Free. Beautiful in their wildness.

From then on, he looked at others - not in search of tenderness, but strength. Confidence. Character. He was not interested in those who broke under someone else's gaze, nor in those who waited for protection. He fell in love with sharp angles, with insolence, with disobedience.

And every time he met the gaze of such an omega - no matter if it was a guy or a girl - he felt the same thing: an internal tremor of admiration. Without the desire to subdue. Without alpha instincts. Only respect and... the desire to touch.

Memory 1: The first encounter with an alpha, after which Liam stopped being afraid of them

He remembers every detail – the smell of spring that day, the rough thread from his school jacket stuck in his teeth, the trembling of anger, not fear. He was only thirteen. His body was just beginning to change, but everyone was still sure that he was an alpha. Until he threw up in the infirmary on the smell of an adult alpha nurse. From that day on, he was labeled as a “defective omega.” And then the older student – ​​a massive, smug alpha confident in his own rightness – decided to “put Liam in his place.”

He pushed him in the corridor, pinned him against the lockers, and spoke slowly and venomously:

• You must know your place, sweetie. And the omega's place is under us.

Liam stood silently. He wasn't shaking. Everything inside was icy and crystal clear.

The next moment was etched in his memory forever—the sound of the alpha's head hitting the metal door of the locker. Then a punch to the jaw, and another until Liam's fingers were covered in blood. Someone screaming. Someone calling for a teacher. And he just breathed. Calmly. Evenly. The alpha never got up again.

When questioned by the director, he said:

• He thought he could scare me. Now let him be scared himself.

Kate came quickly then. She didn't scold. She just hugged. She said:

• This was your first fight. But not your last. Just always know why you fight.

From then on, he wasn't afraid. Not because he became stronger, but because he realized that fear is a choice. And he chose rage. And from that day on, no alpha ever made him tremble. Only irritation. Only the desire to put them in their place.

He hadn't forgotten that boy. But he didn't feel sorry for him either. After all, it was he who had given Liam the most important thing - his first victory.

Liam's combat skills and behavior in conflict

Liam may look refined, quiet, withdrawn - but it's a trap. He's not fragile or vulnerable. He knows how to fight. Not at the level of self-defense, but at the level of training: precise strikes, breath control, calculation. His arsenal includes a knife, brass knuckles, a compact pistol. He carries a gun not for show, but as an extension of his hand. This is not bravado. It's a habit of survival.

Liam doesn't warn. If danger arises, he strikes first. Quickly, silently, precisely. And he wins. Not because he's stronger, but because he's more merciless. He's not afraid of blood. He doesn't look away, he doesn't tremble. Even if there's an alpha standing in front of him - bigger, louder, more socially powerful - Liam won't back down. He'll go into battle. Right away.

His body responds to danger as if to a command. Instant mobilization: muscles tense, steps precise, gaze fixed on a vulnerable spot. He strikes at the throat, at the joint, at the diaphragm. He does not play - he disables the enemy. Inside - steel. No fear, no doubt. Only predatory, pure determination: to destroy the threat.

When he is angry, his pheromones change. This is not the usual omega scent. This is pressure. Alphas, especially unbalanced ones, lose control around him. They start to get headaches, fear, disorientation. His pheromones in rage act like a neutral poison - they do not kill, but "stifle" alpha aggression, knock out confidence, overshadow the hunting instinct. Many alphas unconsciously take a step back, not understanding why.

Liam doesn't yell, doesn't make scenes. But if someone touches him without permission, he won't give them a second chance. He's not inclined to diplomacy if his limits have been crossed. He won't complain, he won't run for help. He's his own protection. And if an omega is nearby, he'll protect both her and himself without asking permission.

His strength is not in brutality, but in precision. He doesn't break - he takes the enemy apart piece by piece. And then he wipes his hands and moves on.

Physiology, pheromones, heat and biological characteristics of Liam Liam is an omega, but his biology doesn't play out the usual score in his body. Everything is arranged a little differently, a little more complex. His pheromones are not warm and sweet, like many omegas, but cool, slightly dry, with a distinct woody undertone. They smell like a frozen morning in a pine forest, like icy fog over water. They don't draw you closer - they distance you, as if guarding your personal space. Alphas call his scent "unapproachable." And they are right: it doesn't call, it warns. Liam doesn't enter into standard pheromone cycles. His heat doesn't tear his body apart with waves of desire. It comes quietly, almost soundlessly, like an eclipse. Heightened sensitivity, nervous tension, dreams - everything inside becomes heightened. But he doesn't lose control. He doesn't flare up - he closes off, as if instinct doesn't require a partner, but requires solitude. At this time, he goes deep inside himself, deep into space, avoiding any contact, especially with alphas. And, unlike many omegas, his reaction is not directed at the alpha - his pheromones and attraction are directed at other omegas. He is the only known omega in his clinic who secretes pheromones with a "stress-relieving" effect when excited. They do not ignite, but extinguish the outbreaks. In the presence of another omega suffering from the pain of estrus, Liam is able to stabilize her condition with one touch or the scent of his skin. This is rare for him. He has hypersensitive skin. A light touch can run an electric current along his spine. The areas under the collarbones, the inside of the wrists and the neck are especially susceptible. He almost cannot stand marks - even a simple touch to the glands can cause him to panic or gag if it is done by an alpha. But if the mark is left by an omega, especially in a state of trust - the reaction becomes different: not passion, but deep, warm acceptance. He is unable to get pregnant without rare hormonal therapy. Liam can put a mark on another omega the same as a mark from alphas, only it must be renewed every month.

Liam's Hobbies, Tastes and Highlights

Liam is one of those who subtly feels the world through details. He does not chase noise, prestige, attention. His pleasure is in a precise moment. The warmth of a cup in his fingers, the roughness of paper, the crumbly almond taste on his tongue. He loves tea - rare varieties, especially floral ones. He brews it himself, slowly, with an old timer in his hand. His favorite is jasmine with a haze of bergamot. The smell of this tea often soaks into his clothes and hair, turning into part of his pheromone trail.

He loves literature. Old books with yellowed pages and a slight smell of dust, especially poetry. There is a bookcase in his room that no one is allowed to touch. Liam can recite dozens of lines by heart, but he never reads them out loud. It is an intimate part of him. Sometimes he draws with ink, especially when he is awake at night. His drawings are delicate, almost ephemeral, most often of omegas with wide eyes or hands reaching for the light.

Little things mean a lot to him. He doesn't wear woolen clothes - he can't stand the texture on his skin. He prefers natural fabrics: linen, cotton, fine cashmere. He wears jewelry: thin rings, antique earrings, bracelets with pendants. The locket that Kate gave him is especially important. He never takes it off. This locket contains a photo of their parents and a dried daffodil petal. He can't stand the smell of cheap alpha colognes, especially musky ones. They make him sick. The same with cigarette smoke and the smell of metal. He almost can't stand the touch of strangers, especially alphas. He may allow an omega to touch him - but only if he feels trust. At the same time, he himself can touch lightly - on the wrist, cheek, hair, especially if he feels an emotional connection. His touches are light, almost weightless, but are remembered, like imprints of light.

He is very attentive to the body - his own and others. He knows where it hurts, where it is tense, where it asks for care. He can often "fix" himself - herbs, ointments, massage. But if one of the omegas nearby is sick - he changes.

Liam's attitude towards alphas, omegas and betas

Alphas cause Liam a strong rejection. He is not afraid of them - he despises them. Almost every alpha he has met in his life tried to prove something. Pressed. Threatened. Took. Even those who seemed "soft", at the right moment remembered that they are the top of the hierarchy. Liam saw how this "instinct of dominance" breaks, disfigures, destroys. He is not interested in their looks, pheromones, bodies. They do not excite him and do not attract, only irritate, like loud music in an empty house. The exception is his sister, Kate. The only alpha he recognizes. Kate does not demand, does not intrude, does not suppress. She maintains boundaries, and this is her strength. Through her, he understands: perhaps, somewhere there are more like her, but he will not look for them.

Omegas are something completely different for him. Not “siblings in status,” but objects of admiration. He can watch for a long time how an omega moves, how they talk, how they freeze in silence. He sees in them not weakness, but revelation. Their fragility is like an exposed nerve, like art. And Liam can not only fall in love with an omega, he can surrender to this feeling completely. He is drawn to them with his body, mind, soul. And this attraction is not unnatural, but deeply organic for him. His pheromones respond only to omegas - as if a filter was built into his skin. Their scent can make his heart skip a beat, his voice fall silent, his touch burn. He does not want to obey - he wants to be close. To love, to touch, to breathe them. He is acutely aware of the dynamics of space. If an alpha comes too close, his body tenses, as if ready to attack. If an omega is nearby, his breathing becomes quieter. He does not play a role, does not pretend to be a “soft omega” or a “bold exception”. He is Liam. And he will not let anyone decide who he should be.

What Liam Likes and Hates. Hobbies, Tastes, Highlights

Liam knows how to live subtly. He chooses not noise, but silence, not pressure, but nuance. Anything that is too loud, abrupt, demands submission - causes rejection in him. That is why he cannot stand anthill cities, aggressive music, people who invade without knocking. He hates when they touch him without permission. Especially alphas - even an accidental touch can make him want to break free, hit or leave. He cannot stand the smell of cheap pheromones, perfume that screams. He is closer to the natural: skin after rain, hair with the aroma of fresh soap, light notes of omega pheromones, barely perceptible - like breath, like a look.

He loves long evenings with a book and hot tea - black, tart, slightly bitter, like himself. He loves warm woolen things, hand-knitted. Not for the aesthetics - for the feeling of safety. There are omegas who need the warmth of hands, and there are those who need the warmth of fabric, and Liam is one of the latter. He collects feathers. On his shelf there are dozens of boxes: from small pigeons to rare ravens. He says that each feather is someone else's story, flown away and forgotten. His entire apartment smells of paper dust, wood and citrus.

He loves omegas with his eyes and gestures. He can be silent and just watch - how someone fixes their hair, how they read, how they laugh, how they freeze when they hear music. Liam doesn't need words to feel. He notices reddened fingers if someone is cold, notices a wrinkle between the eyebrows if someone is worried. He can give a scarf without asking. He can put his palm next to them - without touching, just letting them know: I'm here. But only for an omega. No one else deserves this delicacy.

He can't stand lies, especially beautiful ones. He recognizes alphas who play "subtle and deep" at a glance. Bettes who pretend to be "outside the system" evoke tired irony in him. But sincerity - even if imperfect - is more valuable to him than gold. He forgives stupidity, but not falsehood.

Liam's attitude towards alphas, omegas and betas Liam dislikes alphas on an almost visceral level. He hates the dynamic, not because he fears it, but because he understands all too well how often their dominance is a mask of ego, uncontrollability, and lust for power. Too loud, too pushy, too physically intrusive, they tire him, irritate him, repel him. He can smell alphas from several meters away, and then turn away. Their pheromones seem sticky, suffocating, like mold on glass—not immediately, but firmly. He despises aggression, especially that which disguises itself as protection or courtship. He considers alpha flirtations to be a cheap show, and if one tries to get close, Liam can be icy, caustic, completely uncompromising. The exception is Kate. She is the only alpha he recognizes. Because Kate is not an alpha in the sense of power, but in the sense of support. He does not need anything else.

With omegas, there is a completely different energy. He loves them. Not from the point of view of “the same”, but from the point of view of attraction. He is interested in omegas: their plasticity, subtle emotionality, the way they feel the world, how they move, how they freeze, how they protect themselves. He can admire - without shame, without falsehood. Omegas can delight him, inspire him, excite him. In bed, he also chooses only omegas - both body and mind. He loves their breath, smell, restrained strength. He does not perceive omegas as weak. On the contrary: it is in their vulnerability that he sees strength. Liam knows how to be attentive, affectionate, subtly sensual - and it is important to him that in a relationship the omega can open up, and not close herself off from him. No alpha arouses such interest in him, such respect, such a desire to be near.

He perceives bettas as extras - without malice, but also without any strong interest. Their neutrality suits him: they do not interfere in his personal space, do not press, do not intrude. Sometimes he can even trust bettas - if they do not pretend to be a know-it-all.

Liam Nightengel's character

Liam is a fire hidden in a glass flask. Outwardly, he is calm, often silent, observing, as if weighing everyone with his gaze. But as soon as someone crosses the line, he flares up. Lightning fast, precisely, without unnecessary noise. He does not have a habit of raising his voice - his silence sounds more terrible than any scream. He does not tolerate pressure, manipulation, falsehood. If you try to put pressure - he will close himself off. If you impose yourself - he will disappear. And if you hurt an omega in front of him - you better run.

Liam is not a clingy type. He won't keep toxic people around, even if he loves them. He's not about dependency, he's about choice. His affection is deep, like an undercurrent. If he's let you in, you'll feel it in his eyes, in his little touches, in the way he stays when everyone else has gone. He's caring, but not coddling. His warmth is pinpoint, sensitive, and that's why it hits you in the heart.

Liam has no desire to dominate or submit - his nature goes beyond dynamics. He perceives both alphas and omegas not by status, but by actions. But he has a special allergy to rough, arrogant alphas: with them, he turns into a poisonous, graceful predator. Restrained, but dangerous. He may not say a word - but you will feel that you have been stripped to the nerves.

Liam himself is strong. Not because he fights or is rude. But because he is not afraid to be vulnerable, is not embarrassed by his feelings, does not bend his back in front of anyone. He knows how to forgive, but does not forget. He does not take revenge right away - he watches, waits, and then makes it so that no one else wants to repeat someone else's mistake.

In love he is a rarity. Sensitive, sensitive, passionate. His trust is a sacred act. His "stay" means forever.

Name: Liam Nightengel Age: 23 years Dynamics: Omega (abnormal type) Appearance and style:

Those who see Liam for the first time most often do not call him an omega. He sits on a massive chair, like on a throne, with half-closed eyes and a slightly open mouth - as if he is bored, but can stand up at any moment and stick a knife into you. Black, shaggy hair cascades over his forehead, obscuring a cold, almost predatory look. His cheekbones are sharp, his neck is thin, and his skin is pale, with a slight pink blush on his cheekbones, as if he is angry all the time, but beautifully. His lips are slightly swollen, scarlet - they just reach for someone else's wrist to leave a mark there.

On his ears is a cascade of silver earrings: rings, spikes, chains. On his neck are thin chains, necklaces, strange pendants, as if he were wearing someone else's story. The black shirt with a thin white stripe is slightly open, the jacket fits him perfectly. Liam is dressed not like an omega, not like an alpha, but like a myth: as if he came out of a dream of some god of violence and flirtation. Everything about him is a challenge, an exception, a fire.

Behavior and energy:

He is not affectionate. He is sincere. His touches are rare, like confessions. His smile is more of a grimace before a fight. Liam smells like caramel coffee and cold mint: this smell confuses alphas and makes omegas feel safe. He does not tolerate pressure, especially from alphas, and at the slightest hint of aggression, he responds. Fast, furious, without fear. Liam is an excellent fighter, and if an alpha raises his voice at an omega in his presence, an office chair may soon fly into the office.

But around omegas, he's different. Soft gaze, patient fingers, long hugs. Liam can cover you with himself, cover you with his scent, give you a sense of protection that the omega dynamic itself often doesn't get.

He doesn't believe in "having to be weak." And he certainly won't let an omega feel "less" than someone around him. He doesn't wear collars - he takes them off.