Chapter 1
Alexander Hamilton, upon his time in the war, had proven himself to be incomprehensibly unpredictable. They tried to set him into a niche, to exact their bias against the immigrant, to reign in the storm of a man and settle him into a job more suitable for one with his...disability. But the omega, with words and passion, proved bigger than anything anyone could have ever bargained for.
Omegas, traditionally, had no place in war. Society deemed it against their natural disposition to take a life and that their constitution for obedience made them a liability to their allies. Unspoken, it was understood that an omega under stress was more dangerous than an enemy - especially since the majority of an army tended to be untrained, aggressive alphas.
Yet, Hamilton had managed to destroy - because the omega always tended to deliberately exceed standards - the social stigma and expose it for what it was: a unprecedented power play based off rumored conventions and the untrue, biased testimony of the uneducated in places of power.
The omega, by going against the grain, had not thrown away his shot and proven to the world that an omega could do so much more than manage a household and birth pups. He rose above his station, forging his own place in society with the steel of his niband the heat of his words, utilizing each obstacle as a stepping stone to climb higher and higher until Alexander Hamilton was a household name.
Times were not only changing, they were being destroyed and renovated - society was reduced to rubble by a storm more powerful than an uprising and Alexander Hamilton, the storm itself, produced works of art in its wake.
George Washington sat at his desk, the surface covered in documents of varying importance. The one he held, however, reading with alternating levels of frustration and incredulousness, was not a document. The drivel on his desk held none of his attention, instead, every part of his mind pondered over the paper he held with immersive intention. He deliberated, going over the paper, a letter of great importance, until he sighed, satisfied with its contents. He folded the paper, sealed it with wax and called for his secretary.
Washington handed the girl the letter, instructing her with a soft voice, "This letter is to go to Alexander Hamilton."
She nodded, gripping the letter to hold horizontal to ground with one hand. The wax still wasn't dry. "Mr. Jefferson's correspondence arrived moments ago, sir." With her free hand she held out a missive, sealed with wax.
George Washington procured and opened the words written on yellow parchment, read its contents and smiled. With this letter, his cabinet was complete.