The Luna Theory

Dante knew something wasn’t adding up. His instincts hadn’t failed him before, and they weren’t failing him now. That wasn’t the first time he felt it, either. He had started suspecting something during their second meeting at the mall, the one where Dante had stupidly insulted him and then spent the next two days regretting it.

It hadn’t just been the way Taiga glared at him.

It was the way he completely ignored him.

No Enigma would take an obvious show down lightly.

And since then, he’d been paying attention.

Taiga was, quiet reserved and....scentless.

Even high-ranking Enigmas couldn’t suppress their scent entirely. Dante had tried too,the best they could do was dull it under suppression sprays or willpower. But Taiga? It was like he didn’t even have one.

It was impossible.

Unless...

Unless he wasn’t an Enigma at all.

Dante leaned back in his desk chair, staring blankly at wall.His suspicions growing as he quickly put two and two together. He’d heard of the only category of people who can be scentless, read about them, even seen one once at a distance when he visited the Capitol with his family years ago.

A Luna.

The highest rank in the secondary gender hierarchy.

While Enigmas were often born into wealth, trained from birth, and expected to claw their way up the social chain, Lunas were different. A Luna could be born anywhere, in a mansion or on the streets, and the moment their nature revealed itself, their entire life changed. Instantly.

The government paid Lunas a fortune just to officially register their status. With that alone came protection, connections, and influence. Suitors flooded in like bees to honey. Schools, corporations, even noble houses scrambled to associate with them.

And Lunas didn’t even need to be rich or talented.

They were revered on biology alone.

Enigmas like Dante had to fight for power. Lunas simply had it.

If Enigma and it's ranking made up 30% of the Alphan sub gender, then Luna's made up 10% of the omegan sub gender. Omega's, prime omega and Elite prime Omega's made up the remaining 90%. In other words most Enigmas end up with Elite prime omega's as Luna's where rare. Even with that rarity, a ranked Luna was even rarer making up 4% of the already tiny percentage of Luna's, Elite prime Luna's being the Top quality.

And then there were the mating dynamics.

Lunas were the only secondary gender capable of bonding both Enigmas and Omegas. Unlike Prime or Elite Prime Omegas, who couldn’t mark an Enigma or another Omega, a Luna could bind both to them. They could connect the trio into one, allowing their genetics to sync. Children born from such a union wouldn’t just share one or two DNA threads, they’d carry all three, a true triad. Only Lunas could do that.

And if Taiga was one...?

He was fighting for the chance to even orbit in Taiga's World, as rare as Elite prime enigmas are an unranked Luna is a rarity for an Enigma.

Once a Luna decided to mark, the bond was nearly unbreakable. Permanent.

He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. "If Taiga’s a Luna," he muttered aloud, "Maya has to know. Right? "

Or maybe Maya didn’t know. Maybe Taiga was hiding it from him too.

But why?

Hiding your secondary gender, especially if you were a Luna, was like throwing away a golden ticket. Lunas didn’t just get money and mates, they got power. Whole cities would bend for one.

Unless...

Unless Taiga didn’t want it.

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Maya leaned on the sidelines of the court, towel draped around his shoulders, eyes fixed on Taiga. Most of the team looked half-dead, dragging themselves through sprints and drills.Taiga moved like the heat didn’t touch him. His body was slick with sweat, He just… kept going.

He knew Taiga was strong. That wasn’t new. But lately, something about him didn’t sit right. He never got tired. Never got flustered. His scent, when Maya tried to focus on it, was... wrong. Or rather, missing. That shouldn't be possible. Even high-level Enigmas had some detectable chemical trace.

Maya shook the thought away. No one could suppress their scent to zero. Not even elite Enigmas.

Unless—

“Yo.”

Maya blinked, he turned just as Dante slid up beside him, eyes hidden behind tinted sports sunglasses.

“What are you doing here?” Maya asked, surprised. “Thought you said you hated school practice.”

“I do,” Dante said, adjusting the sleeves of his hoodie. “But I figured I’d check out the competition. Never hurts to scout.”

Maya's lips thinned. “He’s not competition.”

Dante stared across the court.

Taiga was now talking to the coach, pointing something out on the clipboard. The coach nodded, like a student accepting instruction.

“Your boyfriend’s a bit of a control freak, huh?” Dante muttered.

Maya frowned.

“Mm.” Dante tilted his head, still watching. “Funny thing, though. Doesn’t smell like anything.”

Maya whipped his head, turning fully to stare at Dante “What?”he asks.

“I mean, it’s hot as hell, everyone's dripping pheromones all over the court, except him” Dante clicked his tongue. Maya forced a laugh. “You’re imagining things.” he says, shocked at the fact Dante had noticed it too, he leaves him to continue his drills and by the time he looks back again, Dante is gone.

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Every school athlete had to submit their full profile to qualify for regionals. That included height, weight, blood pressure, and yes, secondary gender classification.

The file came through as a P*F on his phone.

Name: Renji Taiga.

Height: 189cm.

Weight: 84kg.

Position: Power Forward.

Gender Classification: REDACTED.

Government Clearance Code: L-Status.

Dante blinked.

L-Status?

His blood went cold. The government only used “L” for one thing. Luna. And clearance code meant private classification, Locked, Sealed.

Either the system was wrong, or Taiga was hiding something massive. Why would someone hide being a Luna unless… they didn’t want to be known?

He pocketed the phone, mind buzzing. He had to be sure before he said anything. No slip-ups.

That same night, Maya sat cross-legged on his bedroom floor, a new bottle of cologne open beside him.

It was a scent designed for Prime Omegas, sweet, magnetic, just enough kick to stir a response. Taiga had never smelled it before. Maya made sure of that.

Tomorrow, he’d wear it during morning practice. Just to see.

The next morning, Taiga greeted him like always, warm smile, arm casually thrown around his waist,

No reaction.

He’d doused himself in a pheromone-rich cologne and Taiga didn’t even react. Not even a nose twitch.

He pulled away after a few seconds, trying not to look off.

That evening, Maya lay sprawled on his bed, phone pressed to his ear. Hido’s voice crackled through the speaker.

“Any update?” Hido asks

Maya sighed. “I think you might be right...Taiga could be a Luna” he says, scratching his jaw, "if he's hiding, it could be for a reason, being a Luna isn't something to hide...i think There a reason" Maya says "

"i don't think i can do this alone, I'm an Omega, ranked or not it's out of my league....but there's someone who is evenly matched with him" he says, a glint of hope in his eyes

" think i need help" .