Wait...What? Omega!? - Rewritten

Chapter 1

Alpha. Such an impactful word. It commanded respect, holding so much power, daring anyone to challenge it with inevitable victory. To be an Alpha meant that you were at the top of the food chain, people came to you for protection and your word was held as truth. You could pretty much do whatever you wanted without consequence; in a way the alpha could be seen as something close to a living god.

Thanks to his tall stature and cocky demeanor Lance had no trouble being perceived as one of the great and special Alphas that his society so beloved, if only it were true. He'd never tell a soul that he longed and yearned to be something that was so far out of reach it was practically laughable. That he used cheap drugs and a little scent blocker to conceal his true dynamic. The utterly shameful fact that he, Lance McClain, is an Omega.

Omega. It wasn't a word that people like hearing, let alone being called. It meant that you were weak, unable to hold positions of power and viewed as lesser than. Although it wasn't a bad thing to be born omega, there was very little opportunity for independence and society did not hold them in kind regard.

Lance came from a part of Cuba that had stripped all rights from their Omega, he had grown up learning that they were nothing more than breeders, only good for producing offspring. Everyday vile propaganda was spread in order to suppress the vulnerable class of people, indoctrinating then to a new life. Try as he might have at the time Lance to came to believe these things about omega, making the very moment that he presented as one at age 10 unbearable to take in. Because of him his whole family had to illegally flea to the US. Because of him his once proud family was reduced to lower class citizens in their home country, so from the moment they landed in America Lance has been concealing his true dynamic from everyone. Everyday is a routine of suppressants and blocking sprays to stop people from finding out, in fear that he would ruin everything again. He had been doing it successfully for 6 years now.

However now there is just one tiny problem. Being hurled into the vast abyss of space without any warning to unwillingly join an intergalactic war really shoots down your ability to hide what dynamic you are. Lance at the present moment is coming to grips with how dire his situation is as the limited suppressants in his jacket pocket run out. He had been spreading out the dosages since they left earth in an attempt to make them last but a month ago he took the very last one and now he was due to go into heat any day.

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It was early morning on the ship and all Paladin were at the training deck, Allura had this brilliant idea to pair each of them off to fight and then have that on a rotation. It meant that they would have sparred with everyone by the end of training, allowing for an equal experience and fight. Lance had already started the day off not feeling well enough for a rigorous workout and after fighting in close combat next to most of his team he certainly wasn't ready to be up against Keith. That man has a seemingly endless pool of energy, along with him being an actual Alpha he was a formidable opponent. Not that Lance would ever admit it but Keith was absolutely kicking his arse.

Lance's POV

I have been trying my best to get even one hit on him but the stupid mullet head keeps blocking my every move, it's like he's in my mind predicting everything I'm about to do, it infuriates me. With one more clash of our swords I am inches away from him, his hot breath reaching the tip my nose, I could see beads of sweat glistening on his face. It was truly a beautiful sight, those mesmerising purple eyes, he really was something to envy.
I would have kept staring had he not thrust his sword forward with enough force to send me flying to the wall behind.

"What's that smell? It's so sweet." My eyes shot open, there is no way...he can't tell just from a split second together. Was my heat starting already? No. I thought I had more time.
"W...what are you t-talking about?" I question, a hint of nervousness coming out with a laugh.
Well that's great Lance you sound soo convincing, not. I begin to lift myself off the ground, so that if I need to make a speedy escape from the situation I could.
"It smells like the ocean and fresh lavender"
I knew my heat would come soon but I didn't expect him to smell it so clearly this early on, but I truly shouldn't expect anything less from an actual Alpha.

Seeing him inhale my scent deeply and then exhale slow and shallow send a small flash rushing to my face. I could feel my cheeks burned to walk towards me. Was this it, my cover, finally blown in fowl sweep of a sword. Had my years of rigourous medication been for nothing? I know I had gotten up so that I could make a speedy escape if this situation progressed, but the closer he got the weaker I felt, trapped like a deer in headlights.
Keith opened his mouth to speak, but instead of words all that could be her with a violent shaking of the ship. The lights in the training deck flickered before a loud bang ring through the room knocking me back off my feet along with the other Paladins. It was only me a second before another powerful blast hit the ship, and Allura was promptly displayed on a holographic screen in the middle of the room, commanding us to our Lions. Dashing out of the room I had never been so happy for the Galran Empire to attack.

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I finally after past requests got the courage to edit(rewrite) this story, 5 years latter. I really hope this is new version of my old story will make more sense then the last

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