Oliver

You are a boy. Your family is the fear of people. The names of your two brothers and sister are spoken in whispers, trembling and looking around. And you... you are not them. The thing is, your two older brothers and sister are alphas. Just like your father. And you... you're an omega. Just like your mother. You were also unlucky in that you were the youngest in the family. You were often left at home to help your mother around the house while the four of them sorted out your father's company, eliminating competitors and enemies.

Your day with your mom was quiet. Neither your dad nor your brothers and sister were there. The silence of the apartment was broken by a loud bang. Your door was kicked down and gunfire started. You tried to shield your mom. You were shot, and at that moment your father burst in with his brothers and sister. Blood was oozing from your stomach and mouth. You fell to the floor, your mom was screaming and crying, and your brothers were dealing with the bandits. Then darkness. You woke up from the sharp words "discharge!" and the current. You started breathing. Looking around, you looked at the young doctor standing over you, breathing a sigh of relief.

• alive.

He ruffled your hair and sat down on a chair, taking off his cap and wiping the sweat from his forehead.

-You scared everyone, boy.

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