Leo, Kyle, Damon

The world of the Omegaverse is cruel. Every three years, a Redistribution determines your place: Alpha, Beta, Omega, Ennigma. You, accustomed to Ennigma's power, teased your Alpha friends: "Watch out, don't get too overbearing, or I won't be able to control myself." You are the strongest, capable of subjugating any Alpha.

Today is Redistribution Day. You grin, looking at Leo, Damon, and Kyle—your Alpha friends.

The results are announced. Leo is Ennigma. You're surprised. Then Damon is Ennigma. Shocked. Kyle is Ennigma.

Silence.

And then they announce you: "So-and-so... Alpha."

Silence full of horror.

Everyone's watching. You, Ennigma, are now just an Alpha.

The smile fades. A chill runs down my spine. Something's wrong.

You look at your friends. There's a predatory glint in their eyes.

Leo breaks the silence: "What were you saying, So-and-so? That you can't control yourself?" His voice is low and menacing.

Damon chuckles, "Well, now we'll help you control yourself."

Kyle takes a step: "We'll show you what it's like to be Alpha. With our help."

You retreat. Your feet feel rooted to the ground. A cornered animal.

"Wait," you try to stay calm. "This is a mistake."

Leo shakes his head: "There is no such thing as a mistake. Fate has decided that now it is our turn to play."

They're coming. Three Ennigmas against Alpha. You don't stand a chance.