CHAPTER 1

TIN

Since I'm a child, I've been wondering : Is there any universe out there where humans are not divided by Secondary Gender? Isn't just our Main Gender enough to divide us? It would be better if the world only consisted of Male and Female, no need for Alpha, Beta, Delta, Gamma, Omega or Enigma.

What kind of evolution humans have been through that makes us come out with our secondary gender? It really sounds like something more fit for an animal, like a wolf or that kind. Things must be so much simpler if we were born with so much simple gendering. Or, maybe not? I don't know, I don't live in a simpler world.

But I believe in any universe, there's always people who won't be happy with how they were born. Deltas and Gammas are the perfect example for this universe. I just don't get them. Is it that bad to be born as a Beta that they have to change themselves into something else?

Well, If I voice that question loudly people will only scoff at me and say it's impossible for me to understand that because I'm an Enigma. Yes, The rare and all powerful Enigma, Lucky me, I guess? I was born from an Enigma and an Omega pair. My papa, the Omega who carried me for more than 9 months and gave birth to me, died when he birthed me. My Enigma dad raised me all by himself. He's a talented person who holds degrees in mathematics, literature, and medicine, but chooses to become an artist. It doesn't matter what he chooses anyway, he already inherited his parent's unlimited wealth and doesn't need to work even just for a single day all his life. That will also be my life if I choose that.

Since I was born, my dad already can sense that I'm also an Enigma. I started walking when I'm only 6 months old, and said my first word at 4 months old. In education I excel among my other Alpha peers. I graduated high school when I'm only 12, and got my first Phd when I'm only 20. I'm healthy and able, in short I'm perfect. But as I grew older, my dad also noticed something else from me: I don't have empathy.

I can easily be called a psychopath but my dad doesn't like that word, so he chooses to not use it on me. He studied psychology and even neurology to better understand my condition, and he said I just have a different perspective on empathy that makes me have difficulties connecting with other's feelings.

Well, that'll be the easiest explanation when you found your 3 years old son cut open his puppy because he said he want to know what's inside that puppy looks like, and at 5 years old, push his classmate down a slide till they got a broken leg, simply because he said he didn't like them. Yep, I'm that kind of son.

It must have scared my dad even more when we found out my special ability is mind control. A psychopath with a mind control ability is not a good combo. I have to agree with him. He tried his best, really, I can feel that, to teach me between right and wrong because my brain naturally can't filter that. And also teach me to act as a presentable 'normal' human who is friendly and approachable, because I have zero will to interact with other people and most of the time just want them all dead. BUT, it works. It really really works. I manage to slide down my life, known as a friendly and charming person who is fun to hang out with and very approachable.

While in my mind, I always have the urge to harm some people badly because of how they annoy me. All this time I can hold it down, because my dad teaches me, harm people or kill them is wrong. Until when I was 15, a professor at my university annoyed me so much that I couldn't bear to not kill him. I really really had no choice, in my humble opinion he was annoying beyond saving and he needed to die.

It was super fun planning my first murder. At first, I thought I'll just put him to sleep, throw him from the top of a building and watch him fall to his death. But when I imagine that, I don't find it exciting at all. I want to see the horror in his eyes as life leaves his body bit by bit, his scream, his fear, I want to enjoy it all.

I need to find some other way to kill him while also enjoying it. I thought it all out, so that no one would know it was me, not the people in my college, not the police, and most importantly, not my dad. When I finally executed my plan, it was a very satisfying kill. I thought once was enough, but it's not, it's never enough. I keep repeating every moment of my first kill in my mind and I want to experience it again. killing is more satisfying than anything, than the most delicious meal, than the most interesting movie, even than sex with an Omega in heat.

I was in the middle of planning my second murder when somehow, my dad found out. No one even realized that the professor was dead yet, but my dad found out I killed him. I never saw him look at me like that. My dad told me that look was a look of disappointment. He was disappointed with this perfect Enigma son. He still won't turn me to the police, that's crazy, no sane parent will ever give their perfect Enigma murderer son to the police! Instead he sat me in our living room and asked me why I did that, how it felt for me, and will I ever do it again?

One thing about my relationship with my dad is, I never lied to him. Not like I can lie without him finding out, but really since I'm a kid my consciousness never let me tell any lies to my dad. So I'm telling him the truth about why and how I killed my professor, how I felt about it, how much I like it and want to do it again. As a response, he hugged me. My dad hugged me alot but his hug was never like this. This hug more like for himself than for me

He said "It's ok, we'll figure out everything" again, more to himself than to me.

At that time, I didn't really know what he meant, but a week later he suddenly said he wanted to take me to a place. It was a weekday in the middle of a semester break, and he didn't tell me where we were going to go. He just asked me to hop into the car and then we drove quietly. Part of me was actually thinking maybe he had enough of me and considered It'll be better to have a dead son than a murderer son?

At least that's what I thought at that time. Any normal person should be afraid of their life in this situation, but not me, I didn't feel fear like that. Instead, I start to make a scenario about how I possibly can beat my dad if he really tried to end me.

We drove for quite some time, all I saw around me were tall trees without any buildings, until we finally reached a house in the middle of woods. The house looks so old and abandoned. My dad walked in front of me and I followed behind him. It seems like a perfect place to murder someone without anyone noticing. That's what my dad intended this place to be. But not to murder me.

When we were inside, this place was already equipped with all kinds of things that needed to murder and dissect people professionally. A big metal bed that we usually use in the autopsy room and all kinds of cutting tools around it, medical cutting tools to industrial cutting tools. all kinds of them were there. I look at my dad with a confused look then he gives me a big pile of files he took out from his backpack.

"Those files all are the people who need to get cleaned up from the society"

My dad starts to explain to me as I flip open the files.

"Murderers, rapists, frauds. All kinds of scumbag in our society who get free from any punishment by law thanks to the flaw in our justice system. Those people don't deserve to live and roam around the street. And that's your role to clean them away"

I didn't say a word but looked at him in a confused look.

"I won't forbid you to kill, I know, that would be impossible. But I want you to kill the right people for the right reason. That professor of yours was one perfect example of trash that needs to get cleaned away from society, you are already on the right track. Now I will give you all the resources you need to continue your work."

"So you mean, I can kill all the people in these files?" I ask him still in disbelief.

"Yes, take your pick" said my dad "Just one thing you have to keep in mind: Never get caught. This place is in the middle of nowhere and no one has owned this place for a long time. After you kill them just leave them here. I'll have someone else get rid of the body for you"

"Someone else who?" I ask out of curiosity.

"These days even dead bodies have value. There's people who need someone else organs to stay alive and these people provide them with it"

"You mean like organ traffickers?"

My dad sigh heavily then answer "Yes"

He is not a perfect law abiding citizen but dealing with these kinds of people is surely not his cup of tea. Nonetheless, I can see these deals have mutual benefit for each side and there's no reason to not go with it.

I look at the metal bed in front of me and all the tools surround me and my heart feels like it burns in excitement. I don't remember ever becoming this excited in my life. I could do anything to all those bodies here? Maybe cut their limbs one by one while they are still alive and awake and hear them screaming in pain along the way, or cut their heart out from their chest while they watch. The possibility is limitless.

I can feel a smile forming on my lips, not my fake 'happy and friendly' smile that I usually show people, but my real smile that my dad said can send chills down anyone's spine just by looking at it. But really my smile at that time was my happy smile because that was one of the happiest moments in my life.

Since that day, 11 years have passed. I'm a 26 years old successful forensic doctor who works for the police force to catch multiple bad guys. I'm always praised by society as the rightful talented doctor who does his best for the sake of society. But really, No matter how good I work for the police, this society never lacks scum who can just dodge laws and need to be cleaned away from society, so yeah for 11 years I still keep doing my other 'job'. I can call it a hobby because I do it for fun. But my hobby is actually my real work to clean up society from the worst scum.

I also evolved during those 11 years. Now, I can choose my own target as long as they fit some rules that were set by my dad : They are breaking the laws, harming other people, and didn't get the punishment that fit their deeds. There are plenty of them from all shapes and sizes. Male and female, Alphas, Omegas, Betas, I even kill Enigmas a few times. My kill count is less 1 to a thousand now and I don't think I will stop anytime soon.

One thing that can satisfy me more after a night of killing and dissecting someone is good sex. I'm not a picky eater, so I had sex with anyone I found attractive. Beta, Omega, Alpha, I can do it with any of them. But still, everyone has their favorite food. I used to think Omega in heat is the best sex partner until I had sex with an Alpha in rut. Alpha in general always satisfies me in sex more than anyone else. Their big and strong bodies arouse me more than Omega meek and soft bodies. I guess it gives me satisfaction knowing that these big and strong bodies will squirm and whimper under me once I consume them to the fullest.

Tonight, I just finished doing my hobby. That Female Delta's constant begging annoyed me a bit, but the voice she made when I cut her head was funny and it made me laugh, overall it was a fun experience. And I want to make this night even more fun with good sex, so I go to my favorite club. As a regular and an Enigma I got my own VIP booth where I can get a good look of the whole dance floor and take a pick on whoever I like. But my focus tonight's not on the dance floor, but a VIP booth next to mine.

A male Alpha keeps looking at me. A very attractive male Alpha. He has a sharp jaw and high nose, and his dark silver hair was glowing under the light. His body is not skinny at all, but lean yet bulky and curving in the right place. The fact that he looked at me first meant he was interested in me so I guess I'm not wrong when I look back at him. But his look is different, it's not an interesting look, it's more like a curious look, what is his head? Why does he look at me like that?

VEL

I just arrived in this country and my older brother with his Omega husband took me directly to a club. My brother, Sai, and his husband, Pon, just had a baby a few months ago, a cute male Alpha baby. They were happy no doubt about that. But they were also stressed. They need to say good bye to their honeymoon stage marriage and busy themself with all baby related things. Lack of sleep and also lack of intimate time. So when my parents volunteer to take care of the baby while they come to pick me up at the airport they use this chance to have a moment for themselves.

So here I am, sitting in a VIP Booth at a club, being a total third wheel while my brother makes out with his husband right beside me. They told me to just find someone for myself like I'm in some kind of Supermarket or something. Yeah, there's a lot of picks here but when I start to get into their mind, it completely turns me off.

I'm a special Alpha with a telepathic ability. I can read people's minds, or go inside their head to see their memories. I spent most of my childhood trying to control my ability, so I can turn it off and not wander around reading everyone's minds when I don't need to. It took a lot of effort until I managed to master my ability. Yet still, in certain circumstances, I still can lose control of my ability, but those circumstances come very rarely and I'm deemed worthy enough to have a career based on my ability.

Most people tend to scare away when they know I can read their mind without them knowing, so I don't want to brag about my ability to everyone, but my hair always gave it away. Special Alpha and Omega usually were born with distinctive and unusual hair color, including me, this dark silver hair is what I was born with. Some regular people also color their hair to make themselves look 'special', but their hair color will fade away with time, while mine will never.

I drink my drink while scanning my surroundings until my eyes land on a man who sits alone in a VIP booth just beside ours. I can immediately tell that he is an Enigma, he has the kind of pheromone that makes you kinda scared of him. His face is cute, if I can say, but his expression and gesture ooze authority and somehow makes you feel intimidated. His body is slim but also muscular. A sign that he takes care of his body but is not eager enough to make it super bulky because an Enigma is naturally strong without the need to try so hard.

I concentrate my mind to see what's inside his mind. I promise myself to stop doing this to my potential hooks up but I can't help myself. In my defense, it can prevent myself from taking, let say, a serial killer as my one night stand, or a pervert predator. You never know, there's all kinds of weird people in this society these days.

But, the longer I concentrate myself on him, the more I realize, I can't get anything from him. All blanks, nothing, his mind is completely empty. How can this happen? This never happened before. There's no one I ever failed to read, not even an Enigma, so why can't I read him?

I looked at him for too long and next thing I know he looked at me back. Our eyes met even just for a few seconds, I turned away as fast as I could but things had become awkward. He already knows I look at him and if I just turn away like nothing happened that will only embarrass me. He will see me as a total coward.

So, like a true Alpha, I pick myself up from my chair and go to his booth. I'm a 31 years old adult so of course this is not my first experience dealing with this kind of awkward situation at a club, sometimes a good one night stand starts this way. I hope luck is on my side tonight and this situation will end with one too.

"Hi" I said to him "I saw you sitting alone, do you mind if I accompanied you here?"

He looked at me from head to toe, then smiled. Gosh! he has a gorgeous smile "Of course not, please sit"

I sat next to him and he moved closer to me "Your hair, is it real?" he ask as he touch my hair softly

"Yes, it is" I said confidently.

"I saw a lot of silver hair but none is this beautiful" he said.

Are those words honest or he just tried to give me an empty compliment? I can't tell because I can't read his mind. This is really frustrating, yet somehow exciting at the same time.

"Most people usually ask what kind of special ability I have after they know my hair color is real" I said honestly "Don't you want to know?"

He smirks "Will you tell me?"

"No, guessing it will be more fun" I said in my seductive voice.

He giggles softly then asks "Do you know what I am?"

"An Enigma"

"Don't you want to know what my special ability is?"

I shake my head and repeat my words "Guessing it will be more fun"

He give me that gorgeous smile again "We will have a lot of time for the guessing game"

He said that before leaning forward and giving me a peck on my lips. I guess that's just his way of asking for my consent and I give him my full consent when I devour his lips. Our kiss is hot, messy and lustful. It clears that we both are looking for a hook up tonight and we both are eager and excited for more than just a kiss.

In no time we moved our activity to a hotel room near the club. We were both completely naked even before we reached the bed and I totally forgot about my brother and his husband that I left behind at the club without even saying anything. But, fair to say I forgot about a lot of things at the moment, because the lust and excitement are too overwhelming for me. This is the first time I had this kind of intimate session with someone who I can't read at all. I don't know what he was thinking, what he wanted to do to me, and what he felt. It should be frustrating but it arouses me instead. It's really exciting guessing what he wants, what he's going to do, and what he feels. The guessing game is not too bad after all.

This Enigma that I don't even know the name, didn't treat me soft and gentle at all. With all his Enigma might, he throws me onto the bed and starts to literally eat me, he sucks, licks and bites all over my body and I don't even have time to grasp everything he does. I just lie there in the bed and enjoy every sensation. No talking between us and the only communication we have was thru moaning and gasping

We were in the middle of tangling our tongue when I felt his fingers slide into my hole. At least he did it slowly and softly. I don't even know when he poured the lube into his fingers but I can smell the lube's strawberry scent being pushed into my hole. I moan loudly as I feel the finger go deeper and deeper inside my hole. He smiled and put his other fingers inside. I can do nothing except moan even louder. His fingers played with my hole for a little while and I can clearly tell those fingers have gone into so many holes. They are so skilled and can make me feel all kinds of feelings just by them moving inside me. And in no time they find my good spot, I let out a gasp and my body instantly goes stiff when the fingers nudge it.

He smiled even wider and said "Found it"

The horny me unconsciously pulls my legs wider so he can have an easier access to my hole. He sees my unconscious act as an act of generosity and works harder to make me feel like I fly to the seventh cloud. his tongue plays with my nipple, his hand is busy pumping my cock while his other hand is still playing with the good spot inside my hole.

What did I ever do in my life that made me deserve this kind of pleasure? Whatever it was, I promise I'll do it more often. Never in my life have I felt this much pleasure during a sexual activity. Maybe because it's my first sex without knowing what the other party thinks and feels, that's why I'm more focused on myself and on my own feelings without burdening myself with expectation from the other side. It feels so liberating and it feels so so good.

As he pumped faster and faster, I cummed my loads onto his hand. My body jerks uncontrollably as my dick keeps unloading my semen and spray it everywhere. The Enigma just stands there looking at my dick with a satisfying look. I don't even need to read his mind to know what he wants to do next. He grabs a condom from the table next to the bed and tears it open with his teeth. Dammit! He looked so hot while he did that.

I take a peek at his thing and wonder how a skinny small body has a penis this big? I had sex with an Enigma before but I remember he wasn't that big and his body was also bigger than this Enigma.

I don't have time to wonder much longer because immediately after he puts on the condom, he flips my body until I lay on my stomach, propped my ass up and pushed his thing inside my hole. As expected his thing was too huge and my hole can't take it without me feeling pain. I bite on the pillow to muffle myself from screaming. He moves in as slowly as possible which makes it even more painful. My whole body trembled as I bit the pillow harder.

He clearly knows I have a hard time taking in his dick, he must get used to this kind of reaction from every person he ever had sex with. He bend his body to bit my ear softly and whisper "Don't hold your voice, you will feel really good soon"

As he said that, he pushed all of his rod into my hole in one go and I can't hold my voice anymore, my scream mixed with my moan as he pounded my hole mercilessly while also hitting my good spot in the process. It was painful but it also feels so good, and I keep making voices that I never made before. My dick clearly only feel the good part because it awaken again despite the fact it just pour out semen a few moment ago,

His hands did not just stay still, both busy with my nipple and my rod. I totally lose my mind, I feel like I have no control over my body and my voice because I'm so high in lust. I didn't even realize when I cum for the second time tonight. I'm running out of breath but he didn't slow down at all because he hasn't reached his release yet. He suddenly slowed down and I thought he finally reached his release but no! He flipped my body without pulling out his huge thing from my hole. He looked at my face and then kissed me lustfully. Without breaking our kiss he moves fast again, our moaning muffled by our kiss until finally I feel he release his loads inside me.

After he finishes unloading, he lies on top of me as our chest moves in unison with our panting. I don't need to read his mind to know he is as satisfied with our sex as me. He pulled out his penis from inside of me slowly and rolled to lie beside me. He then took off his now fully loaded condom and tossed it randomly to the corner of the room.

"Satisfied?" He ask me

"Very"

"Again?"

I immediately turned my head to him when I heard that "What?!"

TIN

I woke up late today, it's already 06.34 AM while I usually wake up before the clock hits 06.00 AM. I can only blame myself for my lateness because last night was wild and tiresome in the most satisfying way possible. The beautiful Alpha is still fast asleep beside me. He was amazing. The voice and expression he made during sex was so pleasing. His hole had the right tightness for my penis. I can tell, he must be on the receiving side during sex a lot if not all the time.

We did 3 rounds last night and he still can accommodate my lust all the 3 times. Most people I ever had sex with pass out with only one round. I don't blame them though, I can be so rough sometimes and most Beta and Omega can't keep up with me. That's why I prefer Alphas. They have better stamina than Omegas or Betas, yet still most Alpha can't reach 3 rounds with me, they were usually completely drained in second rounds.

This one, this beautiful one, can accompany me for all 3 rounds when I myself also feel drained and satisfied. We both fall asleep without any cleaning up and what we've been through last night still has visible traces all around us and all over our bodies. Used condoms and their wrappers are laying around the room, and an empty bottle of lubricant lies on the table beside me. Our bodies are still sticky and wet with all kinds of body liquid.

And his body, I look at his fine well built body and see all the red marks I left on it. All of those marks make him even more beautiful. I just realized what I like the most about him is he didn't whine at all. All my previous sex partners will start whining, telling me to stop or tell me how much it hurts everytime I start to get rough. But this one didn't voice any discomfort at all, he moaned, he screamed but he didn't whine. He is really special, too bad he's just a one night stand. If I can, I really want to have another round with him, maybe many many rounds

I was busy tracing every mark I left on his body when suddenly my phone rang. I grab it as fast as possible before the loud sound wakes up the beauty beside me and walks to the balcony to accept the phone.

I look at the screen and Ten's name appears on the caller ID. Ten is the only person I ever consider as a 'friend' if a psychopath can have any friend. He's a Special Alpha with a technopathy ability. Our history as friends goes a long way to the time when we were both still college students. Now he works alongside me as part of my team at the police force and also works with me to choose my next target. Besides my dad he's the only person who knows about my hobby.

"Where are you?" ask Ten's voice before I even said hello.

"Not at home" I answered him vaguely "Why?"

"Did you watch the news?"

"No, I just wake up"

"Turn on the TV, the news is everywhere"

I go back inside the room and turn on the TV, I don't need to change the channel because the news Ten mentioned shows up in front of me the moment I turn on the TV.

The news title reads "An Abandoned House in the Middle of the Woods Discovered! A House of a Serial Killer!?"

Behind the reporter is my most favorite place on this planet earth. The place where I did my hobby for the last 11 years and the place where I stored all of my souvenirs from my killings: my target's thumbs. People with the same uniform as the one I usually wear during my working hours now come in and out of my sacred house. I didn't even need to turn up the volume to understand what the news said.

"Oh, shit!" is the only response I can give. I've been discovered!