Including Riven, there were four men and five women in this little werewolf camp. All five women were alphas, naturally. And for the men?

Well, it didn’t matter what they were—omega, beta, or alpha—because none of them could get pregnant. And in this delightful little society, if you couldn’t pop out babies, you had the freedom to put your energy into anything you wanted.

Riven scowled.

He already knew the werewolf clan wasn’t exactly kind to its females, but seeing it firsthand? It was worse than he thought. Female omegas were valued for their ability to reproduce, sure, but outside of that? Weak. Helpless. Expected to stay home and rear offspring.

And male omegas?

Riven resisted the urge to let out a long, dramatic sigh.

Male omegas were straight-upliabilities.

They couldn’t breed, couldn’t fight as well as alphas or betas, and had only a few career options: doing odd jobs, living under some beta’s charity, or—his personal favorite—becoming some alpha’s little plaything. A side piece. A pretty little mistress tucked away forprivate entertainment.

Ugh.

Honestly, the whole thing was ridiculous. The world settingtechnicallyallowed same-sex relationships, but the general attitude toward them?Blegh.If you were a female alpha, you could still impregnate an omega female, so whatever, fine, no complaints there. But male-male relationships?

A completewaste of time.

Society practically sneered at the idea.

And Riven? Riven wasoffended.

Seriously, was the universe justagainsthim at this point? The gods up above, sitting on their divine clouds, probably had a whole committee dedicated to making his life harder.

He was a half-breed, omega male. Life was not okay.

Still they did him a solid by bringing him into this world so he would not curse them too much.

A small smirk curled at the edge of his lips.

There wassomethingthrilling about breaking the rules.

If the world wanted to treat male-male relationships as something forbidden, well, that just made it all the moretempting. Riven loved a little rebellion. A little defiance. And honestly, the fact that the werewolf clan didn’tstrictlyenforce the rules made things even more interesting.

Because let’s be real—if an omega went into heat, all logic went out the window. Instinct took over. And in those moments, no one was standing around going,"Wait! Is this socially acceptable?"

No. They were thinking,"Oh crap, that omega smells good. Must. Mate. Now."

Which meant that despite all the ridiculous laws, plenty of alphas had already had a taste of exactly what they weren’t supposed to have.

Riven chuckled to himself.

The hypocrisy washilarious.

And really, it just made him more determined to liveexactlyhow he wanted.

Did society think male omegas were useless? Well, he’d prove them wrong.Did they think male-male relationships were a waste of time?

Well,too bad, because he was gonna find himself the hottest, most possessive, most jealous alpha around and makesurehe got thoroughly, sinfully, andrepeatedlyruined.

His tail flicked with satisfaction at the thought.

Male-male relationships were mostly seen in the werewolf clan since omegas could go into heat. As for the other clans of this world... Well... They never really had same sex relationships. It did not matter! Riven will do it! He will be the pioneer! The founding fathe- daddy of same sex relationships!

Besides, this was a BL world, it was only inevitable.

Riven leaned back against the sofa, next to him was Raphael, while Victor and Ambrose were beside them.

He hadplans.

Escape? Pfft.Whywould he escape? He had just been thrown into a literalbuffetof handsome men, and it would besucha waste if he didn’t at least... sample a few things.

His ears twitched with interest as he looked them over.

Alphas, betas—it didn’t really matter. Society might have thrown male omegas into the "liability" category, but Riven? He was aconnoisseurof fine men.

And this ridiculous world might have called male-male relationships a "waste of time," but Riven firmly believed inwasting timeas often as possible if it meant rolling around in bed with attractive men.

Riven leaned in close—tooclose—toward Raphael, his wolf ears twitching with interest as he inhaled deeply. "Mmm..." He hummed in approval. "You smell very attractive."

Raphael stiffened instantly, his whole body going rigid as if he’d just been told to recite an entire war manual backwards. He blinked at Riven, then scowled, immediately leaning away.

Whatwasthis omega doing? Sniffing him like some excited puppy?!

His father always said to follow an Alpha’s words, that discipline and obedience were key.Omega or not, Riven was supposed to be smart,or at least that was what Ronan claimed.

Raphael was inclined to disagree.

This dog had onlyonething on his mind.

And that thing wasmating.

Riven, undeterred by Raphael’s obvious discomfort, only grinned wider, his canines flashing mischievously. "I won’t bite," he said smoothly, voice dripping with amusement, "unless you want me to."

Raphael nearly choked.

What.

No. No, no, no. This wasnothappening.

he was stuck withthisomega, this shameless,unhinged,flirtatious menace who had apparently decided that Raphael was his next target.

He immediately scooted away, putting as much distance between them as the cramped space would allow.This was not happening.

Riven, however,pouted.

Actuallypouted,like some lovesick puppy denied a treat.

He hadn’t expected Raphael torun away.Usually, when he flirted, people blushed, got flustered,maybestammered a little. But this guy? He acted like Riven had just declared war on his personal space.

Raphael, unfortunately,did notnotice that his ears had turned red.

Rivendidnotice.

And he grinned.

Oh dear Raphael, you are my next target. Don’t disappoint me.

Listening to his thoughts, Riven felt like he sounded like a villain.

Riven smirked, entirely too pleased with himself. "You’readorablewhen you’re flustered."

"I amnotflustered!"

"Of course not, Raffy." Riven winked. He even gave this pretty boy a nickname! Riven was undressing him with his eyes and Raphael, the poor studious boy, was feeling awkward.

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