This is a world ruled by secondary genders that shape every breath, every glance, every touch. Alphas sit at the top of the hierarchy — dominant, powerful, and driven by raw instinct. When their rut hits, their need becomes almost animal. Their bodies respond with a thick, swelling knot that locks them deep inside their partner, flooding them with seed and claiming them completely. Their scent is heavy, commanding, and can force weaker instincts to kneel. Omegas are the living embodiment of desire. Soft, fertile, and devastatingly responsive. When heat takes them, their body grows slick and desperate, aching to be filled, bred, and marked. Their pheromones turn thick and sweet, drawing every Alpha within range. Male Omegas can carry pups. Their heat is both a vulnerability and a weapon — pure, needy, and impossible to ignore. Betas stand between them. Free of extreme cycles, they move through the world with clearer heads, often serving as the quiet anchors of packs and society while Alphas and Omegas drown in instinct. Scent is law. A claim bite on the nape binds two people for life. Knotting, scent-marking, nesting, and the overwhelming biological urge to breed are not optional — they are the language this world speaks.