Rejected Omega and his Alpha by J.P. Miller

Love Eventually Finds a Way
As an Omega, I have lived most of my life in a facility called the Omega Preservation Society, located around the world, but those who live outside of it call it ‘The Kennel’. Due to an overabundance of Alphas being born and not enough Omegas, the OPS was enacted to care for and provide safety until there came a time when the balance between Alphas and Omegas stabilized.

Now that the balance is slowly improving, The OPS is mostly used as a learning center or for parents to give up their unwanted Omegas. I was taken in when I was only five years old. Now, twenty years later and still being held at the facility, I have nearly given up hope of ever getting out of here. That is, until an Alpha comes to collect me.