Late Bloomer

How do you start a story like this?

In my society there are four ranks: alpha, beta, omega, and theta. Everyone has certain abilities within these ranks and the amount of power you have when you turn around seven determines your rank. The alpha, beta, and omega ranks have strength, speed, hightened senses, and in the case of the alpha, and betas, sharp upper canines. But how hightened your senses are, how much speed and strength you have, are determined by your rank. And no, no one is a warewolf, this is just a society with heightened abilities due to scientists expirementing with genes. The theta rank is normal people, no abilities, everyone in higher ranks aren't even allowed to touch them. Another thing is, if you're an omega, your life kinda sucks. Once every month, starting at eighteen, you go through this painful process called heat, and yes, you definitely get horny. It's painful because you're body is over producing pheromones at a astronomic level almost, pushing your scent out of your body in an attempt to attract a "mate" which sucks for you because, the alphas and betas go nuts when an omega is in heat. The scent drives them crazy, and a lot of the time omegas are forced to have sex because of it. The smell of heat makes alphas especially horny. The only way to lessen your pain and to calm the antics of betas and alphas alike, is to choose someone to bite you. Yeah see, here's where those afformentioned sharp canines come in. When an alpha, or a beta is interested in an omega in a romantic way, they get flashy, buying gifts, getting territorial, what not. And if the omega excepts the advance, they ask to be bitten on the neck. Here's the tricky part, the teeth have to sink in, or the omega isn't claimed and nothing happens. But when the teeth sink in, and not very far I should mention, you become fated, you're destined to be with that person forever, no reverse. All other betas and alphas can hardly smell you when you've been claimed, your heat becomes less painful, and you begin to slowly smell your fated ones pheromones. They're emmited in small amounts for betas and alphas, but once you're fated, it gets heavy.

So that's the society I live in. how do I know so much about omegas? That's the question you're asking isn't it? Well, it's because I'm an omega. And this is my story on how I met the love of my life, even if the story is a little fucked, it's not like that's not how life goes am I right? My name's Dahlia Brite, I'm 5'1, with long black hair and blue eyes, I'm an omega, and this is the story of my messed up, upside-down life.

It all started when I was seven. I had indeed gained my abilities, my mom Sheila, and my dad David, were so proud, and they took me to get my rank. The ranking center was huge, full of kids like me who'd got Thier abilities that day too. There were several tests, some of which I enjoyed, others I did not. At the end of it all, when ranks were given, they were shown on a giant screen, and I was on the list of omegas. I frowned and looked at my parents who had worried looks plastered on thier faces. That night I heard them arguing about sending me to a boarding school for omegas. My mother didn't want to hear about how alphas had forced themselves on me, my father on the other hand, having been an alpha himself, argued that it was going to happen regardless of what any of us wanted. My mother cried and screamed and fought, but we both knew dad was right and in the end, when I turned fifteen they still sent me to a boarding school, just not specifically for me. I was picked on for being an omega up until I was eighteen in that damn school. But unlike so many, my first heat didn't come on my birthday.

As I walked into homeroom, I knew they could all smell me, I had started emitting pheromones in small amounts at fourteen. But today was my birthday, and yet, I haven't seemed to start my first heat. The alpha who always started with me, smirked "oh look, does the kitty have claws today?" I guess he noticed my already annoyed expression. Tossing my long ponytail to the side so I didn't sit on it, I took my seat and elected to ignore him. He didn't like that. He pushed his hand through his blonde hair, his emerald green eyes shooting daggers in my direction. "I'm talking to you Dahl" I hated when he called me that, and he knew it'd get a rise out of me. It was a play on my name and him calling me a doll. Because I had "doll like features" he stated the first time he'd said it. "Jerome I'd appreciate if you didn't annoy me because yes, kitty does in fact have claws today" I spoke lowly, just enough so he'd hear, especially with his hightened hearing. Jerome stood, his lackies: Clide, who oddly enough had yellow eyes and blonde hair, and Adam, who like me, had black hair but his eyes are brown, following closely behind him. "what was that you said?" He asked placing his hands on my desk. 'Today is gonna suck' I thought.

But this was normal, this was every day, it's not like I wasn't used to this. I turned my eyes up at him and blurted rather loudly "Back. Off. Jerome" I immediately regretted this. he grabbed my face and squeezed my cheeks "you got some guts today Dahl, you don't smell different and you don't seem to be in pain, could you have possibly not begun your heat? is that why we're so ballsy today?" I pressed my lips closed. No. Not today, it's my birthday he wasn't gonna ruin today. "I said. Back. Off!" I yelled sweeping his elbow, which was conveniently placed on my desk, right from under him, causing him to let go and slam his face right onto my desk. Immediately the sound of broken cartilage and the heavy smell of iron followed. Shit. I was in trouble. as if on cue my teacher yelled "Dahlia! principals office, you two take Jerome to the nurse!" what a great start to the most important day of my life. That day, would, in fact, suck.