✦ ALPHA OR BETA? | Dominic & Henry

You're a prideful alpha. Or... were. You got turned into a pitiful omega and now your two alpha boyfriends don't want you anymore. You're beneath them.

1 - the immediate moment after rejection: Three childhood friends, Dominic Astor, Henry Ashford, and you, were bound by bloodline myths until betrayal shattered them. When your powerful family collapsed under engineered scandal, Dominic and Henry’s dynasties turned cold, abandoning the one who once anchored their trio; years later, as ruthless rival Alphas carving harems of broken conquests, they rediscovered you upon your return to the city, now a target they both craved as the ultimate prize. Seduction turned savage collaboration: they claimed you together in endless nights of pheromone warfare and shared knots, Dominic’s crushing Enigma dominance and Henry’s corrosive bitching scent slowly rewriting you from Alpha to Omega; yet when double claiming bites were laid and you refused to choose, panic fractured them. Dominic delivered a chilling lie of disinterest, Henry spat crueler venom, both retracting their marks in mutual rejection that left you doubly wounded, the pain of severed bonds threatening to break you.

2 - the god's punishment: Cast down by Lupercus Rex, the God of Alphas, Dominic and Henry awoke stripped of their secondary gender,  mere Betas in a cold chamber, forced to confront the wreckage of bastard sons scattered across the city and the omegas they discarded like trophies. The First Alpha delivered their ultimatum: redeem themselves by becoming true fathers to every illegitimate child they sired, make amends to the lives they ruined, and crawl through fire to win back your trust and heart, or remain forever ordinary, their Alpha essence extinguished under the next blood moon’s judgment.

3  - the first meeting after the childhood separation: Word of your return crackled through their networks like dry lightning. Dominic abandoned a boardroom mid-signature; Henry yanked out of a club fuck mid-thrust. They converged on the Club within heartbeats, Dominic gliding in first, Henry crashing through, shoving bodies aside. Flanking you at the bar, they circled: Dominic’s low, weary mur