Zero Percent Match

PROLOGUE

In a world born of Alpha, Beta, and Omega, you might think existence is a gift. You might think that being part of a predestined system is a comfort. But when your biology is your prison, it is never that simple.

In this society, your scent is your destiny, and your rank is your cage.

THE ALPHAS (Α)

At the peak of the pyramid sit the Alphas. They are the architects, the hunters, and the kings. But even among kings, there is a hierarchy:

Ordinary Alphas: The backbone of the workforce. Dominant, but manageable.

Secondary Alphas: Stronger, faster, and more aggressive. They fill the boardrooms and the high-end sectors.

Elite Dominant Alphas (The 1%): These are the true predators. They possess a rare trait known as Molecular Pressure—a scent so heavy it acts as a physical force, capable of making those around them tremble, bleed, or faint. They do not just lead; they overwhelm.

THE BETAS (Β)

The "last" in the social order of the biological elite. Betas are the ordinary masses, mostly immune to the pheromonal wars of the Alphas and Omegas. They live quiet lives, often ignored by the system that dictates the fates of others.

THE OMEGAS (Ω)

The most valued biological assets in the world. To the World, an Omega is not a person; they are a prize.

The Value: An Omega’s worth is measured strictly by their womb and their fertility. In a world of falling birthrates, a fertile Omega is the ultimate status symbol for an Alpha.

The Prize: They are groomed to be perfect, classy, and submissive, existing solely to carry on the names of powerful lineages.

The Fate: If you are an Omega, your scent is a beacon. Unless, of course, you are a Defective.

Everything in this world is governed by the NATIONAL COMPATIBILITY SYSTEM. A database that promises a fated mate for everyone. It is a perfect world, run by perfect math.

But what happens to the ones who don't add up?

What happens when a Dominant Alpha with too much power meets an Omega with no scent, Infertile and least of all not Compatible?

The system says they are a 0.0% Match.

The Alpha Calls It An Error!

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THE COMPABILITY SYSTEM PT.1

The air inside the SK Global District was thin, filtered to a degree that felt unnatural. It didn’t smell like the Moscow winter waiting outside the reinforced glass walls.

It smelled of ozone, sterile surfaces, and the silent, crushing weight of the future.

In Russia, the system was more than a service—it was the law.

Efficiency was the Sokolov signature, and the SK National Compatibility facilities reflected that perfection.

There were no lines, no waiting, and no chaos.

The massive complex was divided into two distinct, high-security wings: the Female Wing and the Male Wing.

Within those, further subdivisions separated the ranks—Alpha, Beta, and Omega—ensuring that the biological elite never had to rub shoulders with the common masses until the system deemed it necessary.

"Viktor Romanov. Sector 7-G," a sharp-eyed assistant called out. Her voice was clipped, matching the sleek lines of her slate-gray uniform.

A young man stood up, his palms damp. He had turned eighteen yesterday. Yesterday, he was just a student; today, he was a biological asset waiting to be appraised by the SK National Compatibility System.

"Step forward," the assistant directed, her hand hovering over a biometric scanner. "Remove all metallic objects. Phones, wallets, watches, jewelry, and belts into the bin. You will enter the chamber in your clothing only. Any stray electronic signal will interfere with the molecular sensors and result in an immediate state fine."

Viktor obeyed, his hands trembling as he stripped himself of his belongings. The heavy, pressurized door hissed open, revealing a chamber that looked less like a room and more like the interior of a massive, trillion-dollar computer.

In the center stood the Bio-Analyzer. It was a towering, obsidian pillar laced with glowing blue circuitry—a machine so expensive and complex it was rumored to be the crown jewel of the Sokolov Empire.

As Viktor stepped onto the cold metal platform, the room dimmed, and a smooth, melodic female voice—calm, artificial, and hauntingly beautiful—echoed through the space.

"Welcome to the SK National Compatibility System, Citizen 09-441," the AI voice resonated, sounding like a digital goddess. "I am the SK Interface. Please stand perfectly still. Your biological profile is the foundation of our nation’s harmony. Through your DNA, we shall define your rank. Through the SK System, we shall find your fate."

The machine began to hum, a low-frequency vibration that Viktor could feel in his very bones. Blue light began to sweep up from the floor, scanning every inch of his frame.

Two minutes passed in agonizing silence, the only sound being the rhythmic thrum of trillion-dollar processors calculating his future.

Then, the blue light abruptly shifted into a deep, celebratory gold.

"Analysis Complete," the SK Interface chimed.

Citizen 09-441.

Rank: Secondary Alpha (Α).

Molecular Pressure: 68th Percentile.

Search for High-Compatibility Match... Successful. Synchronization complete with SK Saint Petersburg Hub."

A holographic display flickered to life in front of Viktor’s face. Digital numbers spun wildly before slamming into place in bold, glowing text.

"Compatibility Match: 98%," the voice announced with mechanical pride.

"Matched Partner: Elena Morozova.

Rank: Omega (Ω). Location: Sector 3-A, Saint Petersburg.

This is a Grade-A Biological Lock."

Viktor’s heart nearly stopped. A 98% match was an absolute given. It was a perfect union.

Simultaneously, in a matching obsidian chamber five hundred miles away, Elena Morozova stared at the same 98% readout. To her, Viktor Romanov wasn't a stranger; he was now her mandatory future.

"The System has provided your purpose," the AI voice whispered as the doors opened. "You have seventy-two hours to report for your first Mandatory Integration. Failure to comply is a violation of the National Health Act.”

Viktor stepped out into the hallway, his knees weak. His life had been decided in 120 seconds.

He didn't know if he was happy or terrified, but as his phone—now back in his hand—vibrated with a notification from the SK Link app, he knew one thing for certain: he found his soulmate now—”

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