Page 2 of The Accidental Omega
A smile quirks her dark lips. “So any of them could get called up and sent to be an alien fucktoy?” She stifles a giggle.
“Ugh, way to make me feel better!”
She laughs, “Sorry, sorry, Libby, I’m... it’s just... well, this is all on you, you know?” She arches a dark, sardonic eyebrow.She’s just too logical for life.
The people who normally get the omega testing done were usually down on their luck, since as a pack omega, they would never need to work again or worry about food or security. Or they were low-level criminals, as that got them out of jail. Or they were space-daddy-weirdos.
I was none of the above.
I mean, there is that near-crippling student loan debt of mine. Not to mention all the news lately of various environmental crises: the collapse of the various indicator species, the flooding and increased storm strength, the insane wild fire seasons and the unprecedented drought...
I pour the rest of my wine down my throat.
You know what? Fuck this planet. We’d have been better off if the Federation had taken over and daddy-domm’ed us into not fucking up the Earth. The main thing I’ll miss is Sasha. And maybe eventually she might do the testing and come up to be an omega near me. Or else we’ll just do weekly video call movie nights and that will be that.
I stand and head to the kitchen, placing my glass in the sink. “Fuck it,” I say, “Not like earth men have any value at all. Maybe some alien cock will be nice.”
Sasha laughs as I head to my room, head spinning.
Okay, I’m going to do this. I’m going to be an alien pack’s omega.
Chapter Three
Zallan
“They found a match!” Wells blurts as soon as the door is open.
Nara, our third, looks up from where he is chopping vegetables for dinner. His rich blue hair is tied up, draping smoothly down his back, and his face lights up. “Truly?”
“Truly,” I answer, crossing the entry so that I can join him in the kitchen.
“What’s this now?” Ryson, our second, enters the home behind us. He must have seen us returning from where he was fixing something or other in his workshop. I place the satchel I’m carrying on the counter.
“An omega!” Wells’ tail is fanning back and forth excitedly and it makes me bite down a smile. “They found a match!”
Ryson blinks, the astonishment clear on his teal face. “It’s been nearly two revolutions since we did the final testing.”
I shrug, pulling out the packets of information from the cloth bag and passing them around. “I’d have waited longer for a matched omega,” I say, already itching to learn about him or her.
I open the file with “Aleron Gathea” on the top.
‘Gathea’ is our pack name; these documents have been created specifically for us.
“A human being from the Class C planet ‘Earth.’ A female,” I read out loud as my eyes dart over the page.
“Ohhh,” Wells purrs, tail swinging faster, “We’re getting a female.”
I take in the outline of a Celnoe alpha, horns clearly delineated, and the small curvy outline next to it.She’s the size of a youngling!
“Hornless?” Ryson asks, clearly looking at the image as well.
“Perhaps only the males of their kind have horns?” Suggests Nara, as he peeks over my shoulder, still holding the kitchen knife.
I feel my tail droop. She’s tailless, hornless, and tiny.How could she possibly be a match for four Celnoe alphas?
Ryson flips through his packet. “They have quite a lot of information on humans. They’ve been in the Concord for almost nine revolutions. Several are matched and mated with Adreth and Dosoria packs.”
“Oh, look, animations!” Wells slides a sheet forward and presses his thumb to it. A scene flickers to life, two faceless, naked, three-dimensional ‘humans’ standing on the document.
