In a world where omegas are measured by rank and worth, Liam should have been claimed and forgotten long ago. A low-grade omega with no backing, no pack, no protection-someone the hierarchy was designed to crush. But Liam survived. Years of bullying, abandonment, and neglect taught him how to endure without asking, how to smile without expecting, how to give without receiving. He learned one truth too well: wanting makes you weak. Needing makes you replaceable. Tae Ashford has never wanted for anything. A high-ranked alpha. CEO of Aurum. A man surrounded by high class omegas, luxury, and unquestioned control. Desire bends easily in his world. People come when called. Power answers to him. Until Liam. One night-meant to be meaningless-ruins everything. Pheromones fade. Instincts should settle. But Tae doesn't recover. The omega he shouldn't crave becomes an obsession that tears through rank, logic, and pride. The irony is cruel: A simple, low-grade omega becomes harder to reach than any superior, high-class omega Tae has ever known. Every smile hides a wall Tae cannot break. This is not a story where an omega is conquered. It is a story where a low-ranked omega becomes the high ranked alpha's living hell. A dark, emotional omegaverse romance driven by hierarchy, trauma, obsession, and control-where power fails, desire corrodes, and the rarest thing in the world isn't rank... It's an omega who refuses to be owned. Note: Haven't read Part One? No worries - you don't have to skip this. The story's easy to follow, so you can jump right in and still enjoy it. Chapter schedule- every Mon , Wed

"I am his favorite toy, and he is my only God." What happens when you love someone who is incapable of loving you back? When you are intimate with the person you worship, but love is the one currency they will never trade. Will you still stay? Does it hurt? To lie beside the one you love, to feel the heat of his skin against yours, yet ache with the knowledge that you are-and always will be-unchosen. Arata knows the truth. He knows Daiki is a sociopath. He knows the affection is hollow, the warmth is borrowed, and every "tender" moment is a calculated move. And still-he loves him. He loves him so deeply that even the truth can't cut the strings. Every day, Arata breaks a little more. Every day, he willingly becomes the tool, the toy, and the shadow of the man he calls his everything. Can he stop? No. Because loving Daiki is a slow suicide-but leaving him is a ghost story he isn't ready to tell. This is not a romance. It is a descent into obsession, a study of devotion, and the quiet cruelty of loving a man who never promised to be human for you. Author's Note 💬 I'm not gonna lie, this story is a whole mood (the chaotic kind) 💀 Writing this was such a journey and I put my whole heart into it. If you're into high-key angst and characters that make you want to scream, you're in the right place✨ If this hits hard, don't forget to Vote and drop a Comment. I love seeing your reactions-even if it's just keysmashing. Enjoy the brain rot! 🥀

Rei is the kind of beautiful that feels like a warning label. He's all smoke-filled lungs, cheap whiskey, and a soul that's been drifting into the dark for a long time. He isn't looking to be saved. He's looking for company on the way down. Arlo has everything. Money. Power. A future carved in gold. He's the guy who never breaks the rules-until he meets the boy who doesn't even know they exist. "You should run, Arlo," Rei whispers, the scent of nicotine and rebellion clinging to his skin. "I'm not a project. I'm a dead end." Arlo should have walked away. Instead, he reached into the fire. "Then let's see how far the drop is." But they aren't alone in the dark. Rico has been by Rei's side through every crash and burn. He's the best friend who knows Rei's favorite brand of cigarettes and the exact way his heart breaks. He's been waiting in the wings, nursing a crush that feels more like a slow-acting poison. Watching Arlo try to "fix" Rei? It's pathetic. Watching Rei actually let him? That's what's going to kill Rico. This is not a story about a hero saving a boy. It's about wanting the danger, craving the ruin, and choosing to drown just because the water feels like him. Author's Note 💬 If you're here for the angst, the pining, and the "I can fix him (no I can't)" energy, hit that Vote button and let's scream in the Comments together. Let's get it! 🥀

Mio lives like a ghost. Hidden under a hoodie, drowning in baggy clothes, masking his scent with heavy suppressants... everyone thinks he's just a gloomy, forgettable beta. No one knows the truth. Mio is an S-Class Omega - the rarest, most valuable, most hunted kind. A boy whose beauty is dangerous. A scent that can break alphas. A soul that's already been broken by the alphas who tried to own him after his parents' death. Now he hides. He studies quietly. He keeps his head down and never smiles. Because one slip... one wrong breath... one moment of exposure... would destroy the fragile life he built. His biggest fear becomes real the day he accidentally collides with Kane- the strongest S-Class Alpha in the city. Cold. Rich. Feared. An alpha whose very presence makes omegas freeze. Mio wants to run. Kane doesn't even notice him. But fate is cruel. Days later, Kane meets a mysterious masked model with rarest intoxicating scent and 99% compatibility - and falls into obsession trying to find him. He doesn't know that the omega he's searching for... the one he can't forget... the one who almost triggered his rut... ...is the same quiet "beta" hiding behind a hood in his college hallways. And when Kane finally connects the pieces, Mio's quiet world begins to collapse. Because an S-Class Alpha who becomes obsessed with his Beta identity, never lets go. And Mio is running out of places to hide. Can this alpha change Mio' s life?? Hell yes!!! Stay tuned to how Mio finds the real love 💬This novel explores dark and emotionally intense themes, including non-consensual situations and emotionally challenging moments. Some characters may behave in ways that are frustrating or flawed. Please read at your own comfort level.