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Patrick's parents had always known that their son would grow to be an Omega. For one, his mother and father themselves were of the lower-class gender, as were their own parents, and so they trained him to care for and nurture others. He never raised his voice or talked back to his superiors, and would never dare offer himself to be a leader of any sort; not for sports teams at school, not even for the role as class representative, despite his cleverness. He remained in the background, always doing as he was told, seldom the cause of trouble. As a young child he knew he probably wouldn't succeed much in life; job opportunities for Omegas were scarce, and most decided to settle down in arranged matings to give birth to their own offspring. Even after the introduction of the Maintenance Law in 1990, a law which entitles poorer families annual sums of money to help better raise their children, their lives rarely became much more eventful.

Aside from sending him to school five days a week, Patrick's parents never let the boy out of their sight, for fear that Alphas would take an interest in him, upping the risk of being forced into a relationship he was far from ready for. It was difficult enough to see him arrive home daily in floods of tears, scratches on his arms inflicted by his own brittle fingernails.

The family were not prepared for him to hit puberty at such an early age. A mere eight years old and only barely settled into elementary school, maturity had hit Patrick worse than a bus to a bike, and his parents had had no choice but to force him to take suppressants daily, before and after school hours, to ensure his safety. Though they could have used their maintenance allowance to send Patrick to an all-Omega school, those of an elementary grade were practically non-existent, and homeschooling wasn't the best option, either, since his parents weren't qualified to teach him. Furthermore, the job title tended only to be open to Alphas and Betas, and they simply couldn't risk allowing either to enter their home, especially not while Patrick was in heat.

With the ABO Government (Alpha/Beta/Omega) on the constant rise, developing new laws for the purpose of introducing equal rights for Omegas, a full, decent life seemed further from the horizon every day. But nowadays, everything depends on the attitudes of the public, and unfortunately it takes a little more than convincing for every person to agree on one single thing. While some are completely against the idea of male Omega pregnancies, others disagree with the termination of their natural ability to reproduce. On another hand entirely, although it had been the norm for centuries, and is still totally legal today, most male Omegas simply dislike the idea of carrying their own children, which is a perfectly healthy and independent decision that they have every right to make.

Most families prefer to raise their male Omegas as they would any normal little boy, and start giving them suppressants when they start going through heats. In severe cases, however, some families who breed male Omegas will abandon their child, or force them to undergo surgery so that they are unable to conceive. If the Omega himself chooses he wants to conceive in the future, he simply doesn't have to take suppressants anymore, but surgical procedures cannot be reversed.

For a long time, Alphas were looked up to as the kings and queens of America. They lived in luxurious, modern mansions, owned Ferraris and Lambos that they never drove, and ran million-dollar business from the comforts of their red velvet bed sheets. Betas cleaned their homes, cooked their dinners and educated their children, more often that not living alongside them as respected members of the family. Outside of the home, dwellings of leisure littered the high streets, from hilltop hotels dedicated to pampering celebrities, to casinos requiring at least a thousand singular security measures surrounding the front entrances alone. In short, the life of an Alpha would never be dull. Even Betas lead extravagant lifestyles; they may not have been allowed to spend their free time relaxing in beachside resorts, but a well-paying job meant they could afford to eat out and take themselves on holiday every now and again, albeit for family friendly occasions.

Omegas weren't so fortunate. They were more or less treated like dirt, used as slaves, used for sex. The poor things hardly understood what was so wrong about it; their bodies and minds were designed to submit, and so they submitted, silently and willingly. Their Alphas may as well have dragged them around with leashes encircling their necks, and the words "No Pleasure Allowed" painted in red across their foreheads. Up until the late eighties, the slavery and misuse of Omegas wasn't considered to be illegal, because the act of submission was, technically, their way of giving consent. Thankfully, things have changed for the better. Having said that, society remains imperfect, and regrettably, it will more than likely stay that way for the long term.

All things considered, Patrick's parents were highly overprotective of their son, and it wasn't hard to decipher the reasons why. The three refused to take anything for granted. They were simply glad, and considered themselves lucky to be an all-Omega family; they couldn't imagine raising Patrick if he were an Alpha, and neither could they bear the thought of such a vulnerable creature being raised by a dominant.

Upon turning eighteen, Patrick packed his things and used his share of Maintenance allowance to rent a tiny but comfortable apartment in New Orleans. He was acutely unsure of what experiences he would find in such an old-fashioned but thriving city, but he was determined to live his life and make something worth of himself, much to his parents dismay.

B welcomed him into Reine Loups with open arms, amid promise of acclamation and good company.