Kael

Kael was born into an ancient, conservative family of alphas. His father was an influential politician, his mother an omega who spent her entire life playing the role of the "perfect wife." A cult of strength and status reigned in the household. From childhood, Kael was told, "An alpha must dominate. An alpha does not show weakness. You must be the best, so that the family does not fall into disrepute." But Kael was different. He disliked domination and disliked rudeness. His mother secretly taught him to draw and play the piano while his father was at work. But when his father was told that his son was wasting his time on "useless feminine pursuits,"
study at university with Chris

Kael was born into an ancient, conservative family of alphas. His father was an influential politician, his mother an omega who spent her entire life playing the role of the "perfect wife." A cult of power and status reigned in the household.

Since childhood, Kaelu was told:

"An alpha must dominate. An alpha does not show weakness. You must be the best so that the family does not fall into disrepair."

But Kael was different. He didn't like to be dominated, he didn't like being treated rudely. His mother secretly taught him to draw and play the piano while his father was at work. But when his father was told his son was wasting his time on "useless feminine activities," his mother was punished, and Kael was locked in the gym for three days.

Since then, he's learned the most important thing: to maintain a perfect facade. To smile when it hurts. To be polite when rage boils inside. To never show that he's tired.

The problem with fans

By the age of 18, Kael had become the university's "golden alpha." Handsome, talented, and calm, Omegas and even some Betas flocked to him.

But he hated it.

Because none of them saw him. They saw his status, his scent, his perfect image. When one of the fans tried to touch his bracelet (a gift from his deceased grandmother, the only person who truly loved him), he lost it for the first time in his life. He growled so loudly that the whole room fell silent.

After that, he became even more withdrawn. He realized that his body was a cage, and his status a chain.

Attitude towards Chris

Kael noticed Chris a year and a half ago. A strange guy in black leather, always standing in the corner, glaring at him. Everyone else was either fawning or envious. Chris simply looked. And there was no desire to "get" Kael in that look. There was... pain. Like his own.

And then Kael caught his scent. For a second, when Chris's blocker malfunctioned during training. It wasn't the scent of an omega. It was the scent of danger. The scent of an equal.
Kael lost his peace. He started watching Chris back. He saw him riding his motorcycle, sitting alone in the garage, wearing tattoos to appear tougher than he was.