The Omega Who Wasn’t Supposed to Exist Novel – “That f***ing bastard—he… he thinks everyone is like him?!” Souta Tachibana slammed his keyboard with all the fury of a man one email away from turning feral. A few nearby desks flinched. Someone peeked over the cubicle wall but quickly ducked back down like a prairie dog sensing danger. No, Souta wasn’t having a mental breakdown. Not yet, anyway. But his manager had just “voluntarily” asked him to work overtime for the fifth time this week.
Again. With no bonus. No dinner break. Not even a fake “thanks.” Souta was one caffeine crash away from legally qualifying as a war criminal. “I hope that bastard stubs his toe,” he muttered. “Thrice. No—ten times a day. On the same corner. Barefoot.” He hunched over, typing like he was hacking into the Pentagon purely out of spite. “Slave labor should be illegal. I’m gonna throw this whole company into—” “HEHEHEHEHE… they’re gonna bond~!” The giggle came from his left. A high-pitched, devil-possessed noise that made the hairs on his arms stand up. He froze.
Slowly turned. Aya Nakamura—his coworker, best friend, and chaotic demon in human skin—was sitting at her desk, cackling like she’d just been personally proposed to by a 2D anime man with abs for days. Souta squinted at her. “Oi. Did someone possess you?” Aya looked up, completely unbothered. “Huh? Possessed? What are you talking about, Souta?” “You’re smiling like you just sacrificed a goat in the break room. It’s disturbing.” She ignored that and shoved her phone in his face like she was showing off a baby photo. “It’s just my book!” she said way too cheerfully.
“The Alpha just bit the Omega during her heat, and now they’re soul-bonded—forever.” Souta recoiled like the screen was infected. “What the hell are you even saying? What, Alpha? What, Omega? Are you having a stroke?” “It’s an omegaverse story.” Souta stared at her like she’d started speaking in tongues. “…A what-a-verse?” “Oh, right. You don’t know,” she said, smirking like she was about to reveal the meaning of life. “Don’t worry. I’ll give you the beginner’s guide to fictional biology.” Souta’s face twisted in horror as he slowly backed his chair away.
“It’s okay, Nakamura-san. I don’t need it. Really, I’m fine—” But Aya, looking like a devil in a graphic tee, yanked his chair closer like she was about to unlock the deepest mysteries of the universe. “Oh, you will. I know you will love it.” Souta felt the unmistakable sensation of impending doom. “So the thing is,” she began, practically glowing, “in this world, people aren’t just male or female. There’s Alpha, Beta, Omega—and there’s heats, ruts, bonds, scenting, biting, suppression pills—blah blah blah…” Souta sat there, blinking slowly like he was dissociating.
His mouth opened. Then closed. Then it opened again. Heat? Bonding? Scenting? Suppression pills? What the hell is happening? He stared at her, a horrified expression stuck on his face, as if he were trapped in a nightmare he couldn’t wake up from. Aya was still going. “And the Alpha just bit the Omega during her heat, and now they’re bonded for life—” “WHAT IN THE ACTUAL F**K ARE YOU READING, NAKAMURA-SAN?!” He looked genuinely traumatized, like someone had just told him his coffee was decaf. Aya casually slapped a hand over his mouth before he could scream louder.
Around them, the entire office had frozen. A pen clattered to the floor. Someone gasped. One guy peeked over a cubicle wall like, “Wait… did she just confess to him?” Aya offered a quick, apologetic bow to the confused onlookers. “Sorry! Sorry!” Then she yanked Souta out of his chair by the collar. “Let’s go, Mr. Judgmental. Time for an education.” “I DON’T WANT AN EDUCATION! I WANT HR, A PRIEST, AND A NEW JOB! —Hell, I’ll take a new country—just get me out of here!” But Aya was already pulling him toward the door, grinning like the devil herself.