Page 6 of Trust No Alpha
I tried to understand what he was saying. Egg sacks? Alphas didn’t have eggs.
“Your son is not a true Alpha.”
Finally, the cold instruments were pulled from my insides. I was shivering uncontrollably.
“Not a true Alpha? How is that possible? He carries the Alpha gene!”
“He does. There is no mistake of that. I tested him many times myself. But the internal sacks have been there since birth. They only grew enough for me to feel them as he matured from puberty to adulthood. He has the organs of an Omega, even if they are non-functional. The hormones from those organs will stain him… in fact they are staining him as we speak. He will never be a true Alpha. He may never even go through the Burn. But even if he does, he will probably have an instinct to be bred, not to do the breeding himself. It’s a great flaw and I’m sorry to have to tell you this.”
“This is an outrage!” Father yelled.
I heard everything as if from a far distance.
“Does he have the breeding pouch, too?” Father asked.
“I will have to run further tests. If he does, it will be underdeveloped. He is infertile in that way. But it does not matter. These organs still make him legally Omega. He’s not an Alpha. Even the smallest of Omega traits, as you well know, get flagged in the common record offices. They are red-lined. They will label him officially as Omega even if he cannot bear young. Even if he also has the Alpha gene.”
It had to be a nightmare. I had to be projecting my fears and still asleep in my own bed, safe and sound. Dawn had not come.
Yet, when I opened my eyes I was in Father’s study with the fire crackling merrily and the ornate wood furniture and rugs meeting my view. I could see the side of Father in his black suit as he stood by the bed where I lay, still naked. I smelled his familiar aftershave like a leafy soap scent.
Father, who always praised me. Father who thought I was the most perfect Alpha of all his boys, his most prized son. He loved me the most. He’d said so.
He had to help me.
“You may sit up, now, Kris,” said Doctor Poe.
I sat up, still feeling the gooey lube on my ass and thighs. I grabbed my robed and pulled it around my body, tying it tight.
Now Father stood gazing out the big picture window beyond his desk, hands behind his back.
“Father,” I said, my voice coming out like a croak.
“You will be silent,” he said gruffly, not looking at me. “I need to think a moment.”
I wouldn’t look at Doctor Poe, but I could hear him arranging things, cleaning them, putting things away at my side. His clothing shuffled as he moved.
Tears welled in my eyes. This time they burned. Hot. Steaming the air in front of me and stinging as they overflowed. I held my breath to keep from outright sobbing.
An Omega? I was an Omega?
It wasn’t right. The doctor had to be mistaken. I was the strongest, the fastest, and the smartest. I was about to experience my first Burn.
“Of course I will run tests,” said Poe. “I will triple confirm my findings. But it is no mistake, Varian. Kris is and always has been part Omega. And by the definition of our society, he cannot and never will be an Alpha in our society.”
Father cleared his throat but said nothing.
“Varian, you know what this means.”
Father sighed. It was so loud I could almost feel its breeze. “I know.”
“You must care for him for the rest of his life here in the mansion, or send him to a chattel farm.”
The chattel farms? I would be sent away to that? My throat began to close up. I started to gag.
Doctor Poe, for all his sadistic streaks, could obviously tell when a person was about to lose their lunch. He quickly grabbed a bowl from his table of instruments and held it under my head as I emptied the contents of my stomach into it.
Father never moved to help. Never spoke.
