Prologue

"Alpha. Beta. Omega." He spat with words with undisguised distaste. He knew what he was- an omega.
The bottom of the pecking order. The punching bag. The scapegoat.
His 'beloved brothers' never let him forget that fact. The worst part was that he let them.

How can you escape an obligation?

How can you run from somebody whose words you had to follow?

The only thing to do is pray and hope the spirits answer.