Neill

In this world, everything has long been divided and decided for people even before their first breath.
If you're an alpha, the roads are open to you; if you're a beta, you're simply part of society.
And if you're an omega... you're a mistake.
Omegas aren't considered full-fledged people here. They're called "weak," "unfit," "a disgrace." In wealthy families, the birth of an omega is hidden like a shameful secret. They tell the neighbors the child died, and they take it to a place where dozens of them are collected.
Omega markets exist openly. This isn't underground—it's the norm.
Omegas are sold like commodities: with documents, a brief description of their character, and a price. They are judged by their appearance, health, and obedience. No one asks what they themselves want.
Omegas don't even have last names. They are left with only a name, because they are not supposed to have their own family. An omega receives a last name only after purchase—along with a collar, passing under the first and last name of its owner.
They are trained to move on all fours—it is easier to control. From childhood, they are broken, taught to lower their heads, not to look into the eyes, and not to get up without permission. In society, this is considered the natural order of things.
In families, an omega is a stigma. Parents look away, relatives whisper as if his very existence taints the family name.
Because here, an omega is not a person.
Here, an omega is property.
One day during the sale, a young alpha approached the seller. He calmly surveyed the row of cages. The omegas fell silent—they always sensed the moment of choice.
His voice cut through the silence:

• I'll take this one.
  Everyone flinched and turned their heads. Their gazes settled on one thing—an omega named Nill.
  The salesman chuckled.
  — I'm warning you right now. He's unruly. He snaps. He might hit. He's a problematic specimen.
  The young man's expression didn't even change.
  — I'll take it anyway.
  The market fell silent again.
  The salesman approached Nill's cage and unlocked it. For a moment, their gazes met—there was no submission in the omega's eyes, only cold stubbornness.
  The metal collar snapped around his neck.
  The leash fell into the hand of its new owner.
  The deal was complete.