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In society, there are Alphas, Betas and Omegas.
Alphas are the ones sitting at the top. They are the backbone of society, world leaders usually consisting of the presidents, prime ministers, governors, lawmakers, name them.
They are known to be ruthless, feared amongnst all and respected even by those who hate them. Trust me, you do not want to get on any Alpha's bad side. Alphas possess natural authority… people listen when they speak, obey when they command. Their presence alone can bend a room, and society has been built to orbit around their power. Order, law, and control flow from them, whether for better or worse.
Ugh!
And right below them are the Betas.
Betas are the pillars that keep the Alpha-led world standing. They make up the majority of society… strategists, advisors, administrators, soldiers, scholars, doctors, and enforcers of the system. Where Alphas rule, Betas run things. They are intelligent, adaptable, and deeply pragmatic, often acting as the bridge between power and the people.
Unlike Alphas, Betas aren't driven by dominance but by competence. They question, analyze, and execute. Many of the world's greatest plans are Beta-made, even if an Alpha takes the credit. They are respected, but rarely feared, unless pushed too far.
And there are the Omegas.
Omegas are the most vulnerable class, often underestimated and overlooked. Society paints them as weak, emotional, or dependent… which is true, because, well, they have no say in society. They always follow the rules these sick Alphas make without any complaints.
They consist of laborers, workers, factory hands, cleaners, farmers, porters… those who build the cities, harvest the food, and keep the world running while receiving the least in return. Their lives are defined by exhaustion and survival, passed down from one generation to the next.
And then there's us.
Gammas.
You don't normally hear of us, and I intentionally didn't include us in the beginning for a reason. We're not in society. That's because we're extinct.
Yes, you read right.
Many years ago, before I was even born, the whole world turned against us Gammas and wiped our race off the face of the earth. Reason? Utterly no idea! And my Aunt Barb wouldn't tell me. All she said was that I should be careful at all times.
I've read countless history books, hoping to find a reason why we were wiped out, but can't find one.
Because I'm a Gamma, it was kind of hard to make friends. I couldn't make friends because I was always terrified that I might slip up and people would discover my real identity.
Throughout the seventeen years of my life, I've been living a lie my and I've been injecting myself with a medication that curbs the smell we Gammas produce.
Although I believe that there are other Gammas out there, living in hiding, just like me, terrified of their precious life.
Knock knock!
Aunt Barb poked her head into my room, her countenance that of an uneasy one. "They're here for you."
"I'm done." I responded, zipping my suitcase shut.
She stepped into the room, shutting the door behind her. "I'll be a pretty darned liar if I say I'm not scared."
I forced out a smile, "I'll be fine, Aunt."
I knew I needed to appear strong and confident. If not, she might practically lose her mind. Even though I was a nervous wreck inside.
"Always take your medication and stay out of people's way." She reminded me, "I'll be writing you every weekend."
"Sure."
"Come here." She pulled me closer and wrapped her soft arms around me in a warm embrace, "I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you, too." I muttered, blinking back the tears that threatened to roll down my cheeks, "I wish Uncle were here."
After our embrace, we headed downstairs. A tall man with a huge, muscular frame and unfriendly demeanor was standing by the doorway.
"Mr Tanner, we should leave," He stepped forward and took my suitcase from me, before walking out of the house.
Aunt Barb and I hugged again. "Tell Uncle I'll miss him."
"I will."
I quickly disentangled from the hug and rushed out so she wouldn't see my tears.
A yellow car was waiting outside the house with the tall man sitting behind the steering wheel. I stepped in, and he drove off into the bustling road.
The car was in total silence. Aside from the fact that the presence of the man sitting right in front of me was unsettling, all I could think of was whether or not I could even survive this journey.
I mean, I'm practically being thrown into the lion's den for crissake!
A Gamma in a school filled with Omegas, Betas and worst of all, Alphas! That's another kind of hell!
It is one of their stupid laws that every teenage wolf between the ages of seventeen to eighteen must be admitted into the boarding school, and must spend a year or two, learning the way that things are done in society.
Now I'm not so sure how I am to survive there. I would have had no problems if it were only to be Omegas, but Betas and also Alphas? Good God!
I sure do hope I do not attract any attention to myself.
The car suddenly came to a halt, and I instantly became aware of my surroundings.
We're here already? Oh, Lord!
I swallowed and stepped down from the car. The scary man got my suitcase out from the trunk and handed it over to me before getting back into the car and driving off.
I stood there like a rejected sacrifice, my eyes taking in the outlook of the building. It has "Royalty" in bold at the top
I could see other students being dropped off by similar, mean-looking drivers.
They all had different kinds of expressions on their faces. Some looked excited, some appeared nervous, some neutral, and others terrified… like me.
Heaven knows that I would give anything to turn back around and run away if I could. But running away isn't really an option around here.
Here goes nothing.
I exhaled for the umpeteenth time before taking a step into the building.