Page 1 of Trust No Alpha
Chapter One
Kris
We waited in the long hall, the five of us, and it was humiliating.
“What’s taking so long?” hissed Mathias, my litter mate, older than I by a mere five minutes. He paced back and forth by Father’s huge, brass-hinged office door, his velvet robe swirling about his naked ankles.
“He always makes us wait,” Trigg said. He was the third of our litter, born thirteen minutes behind me.
Next week, the three of us would turn eighteen.
Technically, we were triplets, but we looked nothing alike. Not like our younger brothers from Father’s second litter, Bren and Mica, who were identical. At five years old, the two of them stood silent behind us, huddled together, arms around each other, eyes big as they waited, like us, for their turn.
“You know he and Doctor Pokemeintheass like to have a whisky first,” I said.
My brothers snickered.
Mica’s solemn brown eyes found mine. “I don’t want to be poked in the ass, Kris,” he said.
“You’ll be fine.” I ruffled my little brother’s hair, then crossed my arms over my chest to stave off the trembling in my body.
I hated every single doctor I’d ever met. I couldn’t help it. They always made me feel small and stupid and self-conscious.
We all wore similar black robes and nothing underneath. Though Father kept the mansion well-heated, somehow cool air managed to waft up the hem of my robe and chill my body. Or maybe it was nerves.
I clenched my muscles, not wanting my brothers to see me shiver. I stood taller than them all, and I kept my head back, my back straight.
I was Father’s pride and joy and they knew it. I got straight A’s in my lessons. I was the quickest, the strongest and the smartest. Not to brag, but I could take on my litter mates in any form of fighting and beat them in under a minute. An Alpha’s Alpha.
Never show weakness.Father taught us that from the first day we were able to speak.
He took pride in us all. Called us his thoroughbred Alphas. But he often told me I was his favorite. Maybe he did that with all of us, but I liked to think I was his best son, the golden boy Alpha of the family, his chosen.
Father, who was a hundred and two and still in his prime, always threw Alphas in his line, no matter the Omega chattel that bore them. We had older siblings we’d never met who’d gone out into the world to seek their lives. I’d seen photographs of them. All beautiful. All Alphas. Just like the five of us.
At birth we’d been tested. We all had the Alpha gene. He raised us to be perfect, strong and unquestioning. Leaders.
Even though each of his litters had different Omega birth-dads, we took after Father. Sure, I was lighter than the rest of them, with blond hair, but I looked like him. I had his chin and his dark eyes. I had his stubborn streak. None of us had ever met our Omega-dads. It wasn’t even a question.
Father always said, “Omegas are fit only to fuck and get with seed. They are the breeders. The incubators for perpetuation of our species.”
His belief was they held no other purpose in life. No Omega could ever be a free man. The closest one might come to it was if an Alpha took him as a bond-mate. It happened, but Omegas were still kept from the world, not allowed to hold a job, or a deed to a property, or to own anything for that matter. The ones who never found mates were kept on chattel farms and forced to serve Alphas who were both in and out of the Burn.
And bear their young.
When my body eventually fully matured, along with Mathias and Trigg, I was expected do the same as Father, as most Alphas. When I experienced the Burn, I’d be sent to a chattel farm of my choice to rut through my fever. Later, when I decided to have children of my own, I’d pick an Omega of good stock and breed him. It was that easy, Father told us. Nothing to worry about.
The time was getting close. We three would come of age next week, and according to Father’s meticulous calendar we’d each enter the Burn within a month of that date.
I wondered what it would be like. I knew what sex was. And orgasms, of course. But the Burn itself was different. What would I feel like? Would I be sick with a real fever? How would the experience be?
Father said it was like nothing else in the world. The pleasure was so intense sometimes you never wanted to come out of it and resume a normal life pace. Of course we Alphas could have sex outside the Burn, on any whim, but the Burn was special. Different.
“Gods, I hate this waiting!” Mathias slapped his hand against the wall, making a loud thump.
Just then, the door to Father’s office opened. He stood on the threshold, an intimidating elder Alpha, tall and lean, with long black hair half-way down his back and graying beautifully at the temples.
“Mathias, did you just hit the wall?”
