Hate to Love It

Chapter 1: The Bonded App

Notes:

All characters belong to Cassandra Clare. This is my first fanfiction. It's okay to hurt me in the comments. I like pain.

Also, happy birthday Alexander Lightwood-Bane. Loving husband to Magnus Lightwood-Bane. The better half of the legendary Malec ship. Archer. Loving brother. Gay panic icon.

Chapter One

"Bonded- a safe space for Omegas, Betas and Alphas alike where we celebrate everyone's choices."

Magnus squinted his eyes suspiciously at the dating app's description as the download continued, not mindful of the torrent of emotions he was feeling. He's really going to push through with this crazy idea.

He could vividly hear his bestfriends' voices, chiding him after he voiced it first to them.

"Where is this coming from, Magnus? Are you having a midlife crisis we are not aware of?" Ragnor pursed his lips, sipping his tea.

Catarina, ever gentle Catarina, glared at the Beta who just shrugged,"Dear, you shouldn't pay attention to this old loaf. You're too young to be having a midlife crisis. But why would you want this? This can change our lives and trust me, we are here to support you. We just want to understand why you want this."

As an Omega like Catarina, Magnus always strives to be the best. Society can just fuck itself with its crude notions that Omegas are just the lowest of the second genders, inferior to Betas and Alphas.

He challenged everything and everyone in his way, coming out bloodied, bruised and as whole as he can be. Or so he thought.

At 27, he’s now the major stockholder of diversified businesses under the Edom Group, which was once his Alpha father’s but now his, not just by birthright but by sheer determination and shrewd tactics.

Asmodeus was nothing but a model father to him, giving him the most prestigious education and everything but the best there is, whether it was the latest gadget or car or even an exclusive date with his current celebrity crush.

The Edom Group operates diversified businesses in real estate, retail, entertainment and even power after all. That is until Magnus presented as an Omega when he turned 16 to the absolute horror of his father who was grooming him to be the Alpha heir for his multibillion dollar enterprise.

“You’re just like your mother. You Omegas are worthless except the time you spread your legs for Alphas and reek with that sick smell of pheromones,” he hissed at a young Magnus who was cowling from the Alpha’s undiluted anger targeted at him.

Asmodeus had him tested, his last act of kindness, Magnus thought drily, to find out if he was an Omega for real as his father seemingly can't accept his bad luck.

Magnus could almost taste the bile from the memory as he turned out to be a Recessive Omega.

“As if being an Omega was not insult enough, you’re even recessive. You’re an unwanted Omega. Starting today, I don’t have a son,” Asmodeus shouted with finality, flinging the test results at him.