Chapter 2- What Is Happening?
JACE >>
I couldn't stop. The rant kept pouring out as I kept going.
This guy LITERALLY bit an Alpha for breathing near him, and then passed out when someone touched his arm.
But we're supposed to believe he's "dangerous" and "the only omega who can resist the Alpha Kings." Be so f***ing serious.
I hit send and watched the reactions start rolling in. Some people laughed with emojis, others defended it like their life depended on it.
"You just don't get the vibes," one said. Vibes? The vibes were trash! I hated that I couldn't stop listening. It was like a bad habit—I knew it was awful, but I kept going back for more punishment.
I plugged my earbuds back in, grumbling like a possessed critic, skipping ahead to hear how many more brain cells I'd lose.
The next episode picked up right where the last left off, with more dramatic music and the Omega whining about his "fate."
I was half-listening, half-hating my life when suddenly the audio jumped.
The dramatic music swelled again, and then the narrator's voice announced:
"Tonight, we present our premium Omega breeder."
I froze. My eyes shot open.
"Wait. What?"
The crowd in the audio drama started cheering and whispering, like this was supposed to be exciting.
Then I heard it. Clear as day.
"Lot 27. Jace. An Omega going for auction."
My jaw dropped.
"Wait a second…" I pulled one earbud halfway out, staring at my phone like it had just insulted me. "Did they just say Jace? My name?"
I rewound ten seconds and played it again just to be sure.
"Lot 27. Jace. Premium Omega breeder."
I slapped my forehead. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me."
Of all the names in the entire universe, they picked mine. Not Alex. Not Daniel. Not some random, over-the-top fantasy name like Zephyros Darkfang. No. Jace.
Me.
I sat back, glaring at the ceiling. "Really? Jace? Out of seven billion names, you pick mine for the breeder omega? What is this, fate or just bad writing?"
And don't get me started on the "breeder" part. Apparently, my fictional doppelgänger's only purpose was to get knocked up and pop out heirs for four hormonal Alphas.
I rubbed my face and groaned. "Great. Not only is the book trash, now it's making me personally hate it."
I couldn't even deal anymore. I skipped ahead, desperate to get past the whole breeder-auction nightmare.
That's when I landed smack in the middle of this gem:
"The Omega pressed a finger to Alpha Cael's chest. 'Touch me again and I'll scream.'"
Cael leaned closer. "Scream all you want. I want everyone to know you belong to me."
I yanked the buds out of my ears like they were on fire.
"Nope. Nope nope nope. That's it. I'm done."
I threw myself back in my chair, glaring at the ceiling again. "Of course. Of course this disaster of a story has my name plastered on the weakest character. Of course I'm the breeder omega. This book actually hates me."
That dialogue was the final straw. It was so forced, so unnatural. Who says that in real life? It sounded like a middle schooler trying to write romance for the first time.
I tossed my earbuds aside and ran my hands through my hair, pulling at it in frustration. "This is painful. Actually painful. How do people like this?"
I looked around my room, like someone might jump out and tell me it was all a prank. The walls stared back, blank and unhelpful.
My desk was a mess of energy drink cans and notebooks. "Okay, fine," I said to no one.
"If they're not going to fix it, I will."
Then I opened Notepad on my laptop. My fingers hovered over the keys for a second, then I started typing.
"Fixing The Omega Boss – Realistic Edition"
I started typing without even realizing it. Line by line, I was tearing the scene apart and rebuilding it from scratch.
If the Omega were smart, he wouldn't waste time barking empty threats. He'd manipulate the Alphas, make them doubt themselves. If he wanted power, he'd act like it—not collapse every time someone whispered "mate" like it was a magical word.
Instead of that stupid "I'll scream" line, my Omega would say something clever, something with teeth. Like:
"Touch me again, and I'll make sure your precious Alpha reputation goes down in flames. You think you own me? No. I own the room."
Now that was power. That was a boss.
And don't even get me started on that breeder omega nonsense. Who was that guy? What was his role in the book? One second we're dealing with a bossy "main Omega" making empty threats, the next second some "premium breeder omega" is being auctioned off like cattle. Why? Was this even the same story anymore?
It felt like two different plots—no, two different novels—were being force-fed into the same cheap fanfic blender. Pick a lane. Is this about the dramatic office boss Omega who tames Alphas, or is it about disposable background breeders getting sold off? Because throwing them both into the same story is just confusing, sloppy writing.
I ranted harder. In the margins, I started adding little notes to myself: "This Alpha wouldn't just growl; he'd hesitate because the Omega's playing mind games." Or "If you're gonna throw in a breeder subplot, at least explain what he's doing there besides waiting to get knocked up."
I gave the characters depth they didn't have, logic they desperately needed. No more fainting Omegas, no more plot holes you could drive a truck through.
It actually felt good, like I was reclaiming the hours this book had stolen from me.
Two hours flew by without me noticing. My eyes were burning from the screen.
I ended the post with:
"This series is a joke, but I'll give it credit—it pissed me off enough to fix it. You want a real Omega Boss? Read this. I should've been the one writing it."
I copied the whole thing into Discord, hit send, and leaned back with a satisfied huff.
Let them chew on that. I could already imagine the server exploding—fangirls defending the original, others maybe secretly agreeing with me. Either way, I'd stirred the pot.
Sure enough, a ping lit up my screen. Someone had replied already.
@MoonlitMate: Why are you tearing down someone's sweat just because you don't like it? If you hate it so much, don't read it.
I sighed. Typical.
Inside, I muttered to myself, "If I wanted to tear it down, I would've reported the book. I'm not. I'm just patching up the plot holes your so-called author couldn't fill."
Another notification. Same person.
@MoonlitMate: And also, the breeder omega wasn't even a main character. The Alphas and the boss Omega are the main focus. The breeder was just added for story spice. If you were patient, you'd see he doesn't last long anyway. He gets killed off after giving the Alphas their heir.
I blinked at the reply, then shook my head.
"I don't care." I said it out loud this time, voice flat. "That's not the point."
The breeder had no business being in that book. None. He wasn't a character; he was filler. He wasn't even a side character. He was the side-side-side character.
Actually, scratch that. If there was a word worse than "side-side-side-side-side character," that's what he was. A nobody. A plot device dressed up like a person.
And no, I wasn't wasting another second of my life reading about him. He could die immediately after handing over the heirs, and I still wouldn't care. Good riddance.
I clicked away from the thread, ready to be done with it.
That's when a new notification popped up—different from the others. A private message.
From an account I didn't recognize. No profile picture. Generic bot-looking name.
@EchoAdmin-404: You seem to know the story better than the author. Let's see how you handle it.
I blinked at the screen. "Okay, troll." Probably some kid in the server messing with me. Or a bot spamming weird stuff.
I chuckled to myself, shaking my head. "People have too much time on their hands."
I closed the DM and went back to the audio app, because apparently I hadn't suffered enough. I hit play on the next episode, ready to hate-listen some more.
But then my EchoListen player glitched. The audio distorted—voices overlapping, slowing down, echoing like a horror movie effect
. It started soft, then got louder, warping into this creepy cacophony that made my ears hurt.
"What the—?" I tapped the screen, trying to pause it, but nothing happened.
My screen flashed white, blinding me. My vision blurred, spots dancing in front of my eyes.
My chest tightened and I couldn't breathe, couldn't move.
My hands froze on the desk.
"What what what!! What is happening??"
"What is happening to me??"