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The Defective Omega's Six Perfect Alphas

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 722    |    Released on: 21/09/2026

nsel didn't even flinch. His composure was so absolute that Sarah, watching from the control ro

was whisked away

ting... Calibration succe

anted this nightmare to be over. Rory pouted, disappointed that the s

ntic scroll of data on the m

reat hall. Every eye w

ared, written in b

solemn, synthesized voice echoing through the hall. It was a protocol that on

ns. A perfect match

froze. A perfect

r and resonant. "Matching subject: Anse

lassification: Tier-8 Alpha. Titl

a nuclear bomb detona

rity guards-stopped what they were doing. They sta

in awe. "The youngest general in Imperi

that's the pinnacle of th

He stared at the screen, co

horror. "No... impossible!" she shrieked, her voice cracking. "The sys

red her outburst, delivering

ibility

ndred

e, collective shock. A 100% match was a theoretical possibility, a myth from the history books. It ha

bbed the wall for support, his legs threatening to give out. He seized Rory's shoulders

e kept re-running the diagnostic, her hands

t all, Ansel Greer sat

dcast. He had seen th

no excitement. Only a flicker

furrowing slightly. This was not part of the pla

hall was broken by a risi

ho is this Ansel Greer? I've

rupt, washed-up noble house?

of a moment ago was a distant memory, replaced by glorious, intoxicating pride. Ro

analyzer

n in the Bureau. Sarah stared at the new stream

so violently that her chair crashed to th

ell silent

rembling hand covering her mouth. "Th

lowly lifted her head. Even Ansel

peak, the announcemen

fect match

ibility

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The Defective Omega's Six Perfect Alphas
The Defective Omega's Six Perfect Alphas
“On my eighteenth birthday, I expected the Federal Matchmaking Bureau to give me the same answer it always had. No Match Found. For years, I had survived as the Greer family's defective male Omega-an embarrassment with no detectable pheromones, no beast-mark potential, and no chance of producing the powerful Alpha heir my father wanted. A failed test meant freedom. It would unlock my late mother's fortune and let me disappear for good. Then the machine demanded a blood sample. The next second, the entire Bureau went into lockdown. Duncan Cain, the Empire's youngest war general. Hollis Beaumont, the crown prince of our enemy empire. A pirate lord, a king, the Alliance's chief diplomat... Six of the most powerful Alphas in the galaxy. All matched to me at 100%. My father, who had treated me like a worthless stray for eighteen years, suddenly seized my arm with greedy eyes. "Ansel, you're going to make this family untouchable." My stepsister watched in horror as the Bureau declared me a Shared Treasure of Humanity. Armed guards surrounded me. The Empire decided my body, my future, and six Alpha suitors all belonged to them now. They had no idea I was never the weak, obedient Omega they thought I was. I was an ace mech pilot, the secret heir to a fortune large enough to buy my freedom, and I had spent years preparing one perfect escape. So while my father dreamed of selling me to the highest bidder, I opened my terminal and sent a single encrypted message. They thought they had trapped a helpless Omega. Instead, they had just started my contingency plan.”