Page 4 of The Accidental Omega
“Yeah, really excited about that,” I mutter. I had had a minor panic attack when I read through the procedure basics in the paperwork. My eyes land on another of my notes. “Um, what does...”
I can’t ask Grandma Merriweather this, I think, blushing.
She pauses repacking things into my bag to look at me.
“What does it mean... that the alphas of the Celnoe expect to be ‘served’ by their omega?” I rush out the last of it.
I mean, I know I,totally accidentally—by the way, signed up to have sex with a pack of aliens, but the word ‘serviced’ makes me concerned.
She smiles kindly and sits down, pulling out a form. “Look here, Elizabeth. This is the oath both you and your new pack will sign and be bound by.”
My eyes flick over the short document. “They take care of me? My ‘life and body’?” I ask. “Oh fuck,I’m a pet?”
“Goodness no, dear. You’re more like a wife.Morethan a wife. A beloved partner. Or...” she hesitates.
“What?” I demand.
“Well, to be perfectly honest, you’re the first human going to a Celnoe pack. We have many omegas matched and now living happily among the other two planets of the Concord agreement. But you’ll be the first on Celnoe. But I’m sure they are just as lovely. Each planet’s oath is a bit different.”
Great, just fucking great.
“Sign here,” she prompts, handing me a pen.
I sign my name, stomach in my ass.
“Have you met any of the aliens?” I ask.
“Me? Goodness, no dear.”
I give her the stink eye. She stands, “Come on now,” she chirps as she opens a panel and pushes my bag in. A bright blue light surrounds it before the door gets fully shut. I follow her, too stunned to even object, down a hallway.
“Our doctor will get your implants and get you on the transport pad, ready to go to your new home!” Courntey says cheerily.
“Wait!” I demand, snapping out of it, “What if I hate it? What if I want to come back to Earth? How do I contact you? Orsomeone?”
She looks at me askance. “Your pack will provide you with communications devices, don’t fret.” She opens the door, her warm hand on my shoulder as she propels me forward, “But no one comes back, my dear.”
Chapter Five
Ryson
Istare at the mirror as I tie back some of my hair, leaving the rest loose.
An omega.We’re getting an omega.
A soft, plush one, from the looks of her species. I wonder if she’ll be well-behaved. I would expect so, being such a squishy, defenseless little thing.
Each of our packets had basic information on humans, as well as some–scant—details on our specific mate, but we each had a special section given our unique designations within the pack. I had read mine thoroughly. Females of her species often work outside the home and not all are naturally submissive. But given she has been matched to a pack of Celnoe alphas, I am expecting her to respond well to gentle discipline.
“C’mon,” Wells hollers from the base of the stairs. “We can’t keep our omega waiting!” His excitement is palpable and I spare him a grin as I hurry out of my room.
“Geez, Ry, youarein a good mood,” he says as he headbutts me gently in a fond greeting.
“If it’s because you think you’re going to fuck our omega senseless tonight,” Nara scolds, “You have another thing coming. My research says her body will need time to adjust.”
Wells laughs, “Yeah, adjust to ourcocks. I’m still shocked it’ll work. Fit. Whatever.”
“Quit,” Zallan says seriously, pulling his cloak on. “She’ll need to adjust to our atmosphere, our food, being surrounded by four large alphas making her hormones run wild.”
