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ALDRIC

Attention: This is a message from the Universal Governance Council ABO Security and Surveillance Division.

Missive: Game Night

The UGC acting in accordance with the verdict cast forth from the ABOSSD has declared a trial. The unrest amongst the Alpha Elites has been brought to the attention of the governing body. As a result you will be granted one night in which your cerebral monitors will be turned off. This will allow you to experience all the emotions, drives, and aggressions of an Alpha. You are free to act on these impulses as your aggression center will no longer be short-circuited, inhibiting your actions.

This freedom will last for a period of fourteen (14)hours from 7:00 pm Eastern Sector Time on Oct. 31st until 9:00 am Eastern Sector Time on Nov. 1st.

NOTE: This is for Sector 5 only. Any Alphas from other sectors that wish to participate will need to be processed at any one of our border control hubs by Oct. 29th at the latest.

Since the number of registered omegas in Sector 5 have far surpassed critical level, it is now safe to suspend Alpha Ordinance 12: “Dynamic Interbreeding Permissions Act” for this one night. It is our goal that this one night of reprieve will help with the growing unease and allow you to bleed off your need to hunt and capture. May you find freedom in this Game Night and make this experiment a success.

I read over the email two more times, my heart rate kicking up and a smile stretching across my lips. These implants are demeaning, and I’d rather be rid of them, but there’s nothing I can do on that front. I’ll finally get one night to give in to my baser instincts, to take what I want instead of being the docile Alpha society expects. Anticipation thrums through me.

Game Night begins in twenty four hours, and it can’t come fast enough. I should be home preparing, but I want to make sure what I paid for will be available.

Having an excessive amount of credits comes with perks, and the credits I spent on the omega I want is well worth it. Most Alphas would say spending even a dime is a waste, since omegas will be ours for the taking for fourteen hours. But why pick a random omega when the one I want is right under my nose?

Speaking of, Jude, the best-smelling omega I’ve ever encountered, comes sauntering into my office, arms full of files and his nose tipped up in the air. He plops them on my desk, then looks at me with an expression that can only be described as severe disinterest. “Anything else, Mr. Richards?” He’s so fucking hot—blond hair that he keeps swept off his forehead, honey brown eyes that burn with disdain and plump lips perfect for sucking cock.

My smile must convey my thoughts because he steps away and swallows thickly. Huh, maybe these implants are useful. If it wasn’t fitted in my brain, I would have had Jude on his back, his legs in the air and my teeth at his throat. He would have been forced to take my claiming bite, and I would have taken him home and bred his peachy ass until he was dripping my cum.

My claiming bite in his neck would make him mine, inexplicably. I would love to see the punctures in the hollow of his throat, dripping blood after I’ve bitten him. It would show everyone—every Alpha—that he was mine. Regardless of if he wants it or not.

But the law makes us tame and docile, so I’ll have to wait until tomorrow, where he’ll be trapped and bound, waiting on me.

Clearing my throat and trying for a more neutral expression, I shake my head. “Nothing. You can go.” I fill my lungs with his cherry blossom scent as he exits my office—with his head held high and his hips snapping—and I only let out the breath when my lungs start to spasm. He smells fucking amazing, and an involuntary growl drifts from my throat. My pulse quickens, my gums tingle and sweet blooms over my brow as thoughts of fucking June until he screams fills my mind.

Before my teeth have a chance to retract, a pulsing sensation shoots through my body from the implant, and Islump in my chair. The feeling disappears as soon as it comes, but the aftershocks last for a few more seconds.

I hate this about the implant. It sends painful shockwaves over any excessive rise in heart rate, composure, or bearing through me until I’m calm. It works, but I feel like shit for almost a minute after it stops.

Since Jude started working here, I’ve had these fits overcome me every few days. He smells fucking delightful, and it’s almost like he flaunts his scent in my face. He makes sure to waltz his hot little ass in my office, a secret smirk on his face, practically sayingyes, I smell good, and you can’t touch me unless I say you can.With these implants keeping me in line, I can’t take what I want. But with credits and this one night the government is allowing us, I can let my true nature free.

After a solid thirty seconds of being rendered immobile by the implant, I’m able to lift my arm and stretch out my legs. Breathing a long sigh, I stand and try to walk off the terrible feeling that just coursed through me, ending up by the large window that takes up most of the wall behind my desk. I’m usually rational and coolheaded. But when it comes to Jude and his scent, I’m always set off. Especially so close to Game Night.

I slide my hands into my pockets. “Drena.”

My artificial intelligence software makes a beeping noise through my earpiece, then replies, “Yes, Aldric?”

“Call Sebastian.”

“Calling Sebastian.” Ringing drifts through the Bluetooth as I continue to study the street below. Pedestrians mill about, probably without a care in the world. Which one of those omegas meandering below will be claimed tomorrow? Which Alpha is pretending to be civilized, but will lose all reason and give up everything for the hunt ofan omega of their choosing or grab an unwilling participant that’s simply nearby?

“Aldric,” I hear, Sebastian’s raspy voice sounding in my ear. “Is there a problem?”

“Not at all. I want to ensure everything is going according to plan.”

“Yes, it is. We’ve been tailing him, seeing where we can best grab him. You’ll have your omega by tomorrow, bound and ready for you. Have you sent over half the payment?”

“Yes. You will get the rest upon completion.” Excitement thrums through my veins as I imagine Jude, trussed up and waiting for me. Innocent, pleading, beseeching me to let him go. But he won’t get away from me.

By the end of Game Night, Jude will be mine.

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