Page 7 of The Accidental Omega
Her eyes widen as she studies Zallan but she nods, silent.
“Good,” he answers, “Then if you’re ready, we can leave.”
Before she can answer, Nara cuts in, “If we’d like any additional testing done, now is the time.”
She turns her eyes to him, “Additionaltesting? Such as?” Her tone is harsh, baiting.
I catch Ryson’s eyes flick around the empty room, ensuring we’re alone for our mate to speak so freely defiant and antagonistic.
Nara’s face shutters a bit but he answers, “Yes, omega. Fertility and digestive health mainly, as both chromosomatic disorders and general body health scans have already been completed.”
“Fertility?” Her voice wavers and for a moment I am worried.
“Fertility?”
Oh, she’s not afraid, she’s angry.
“There wasnothingin that contract about me popping out little alien babies for you!”
Ryson’s gray eyebrows rise and his voice is tight. “Please watch your tone with us in public, omega. And yes, there certainly was.”
She blinks quickly, “But... you accept men as omegas!”
I look to Zallan, confused by her response.
Nara answers, “Ah, yes, we have ways around that. I read in my research that your males are considered, by your technology, un-impregnatable. But that simply isn’t true here.”
Her mouth opens and closes but Zallan quickly jumps in, trying to reassure her, “We will not be upset if our joinings do not result in younglings, little one. But we’ll surely enjoy the challenge of filling you with our seed.”
Chapter Seven
Elizabeth
“We will not be upset if our joinings do not result in younglings, little one. But we’ll surely enjoy the challenge of filling you with our seed,” the huge, teal-skinned alien with model-shaggy black hair says.
My eyes widen.That’s one way to say they want to cream-pie me, I guess.
At my silence, he scoops me up, pressing me to his, frankly gigantic, chest.Geez, these guys must be seven feet tall.
“I can walk,” I say as I squirm, trying to make sure my body is covered. The one more-turquoise-colored guy, the tallest and slenderest—which isn’t saying much as he’s still built like a brick shithouse—is shirtless, so I imagine that’s what I’m draped in. It smells... good.
The one holding me answers quietly, “That is well, little omega, but you are no burden to carry. Besides, I do not want any others to gaze upon your gorgeous nude body.”
I don’t know what to say to that so I keep my mouth shut. I see the gray-haired alien, skin a pretty rich greenish-teal, holding my bag as we stride down the hallway. His face is closed off and haughty. Or maybe that’s how they all look, given their ridiculously sculpted bone structure.
“So, how do you run with no tail?”
My head turns and I study the “short” one. Though he’s probably still got a foot on me. His face is friendly, a smallsmirk on his face—and some unusually pointy canine teeth, and his rich purple horns curl back in a dangerous manner.Hmm, they don’t all look like pretentious assholes like the gray haired one, I guess.My eyes fall back to his tail. It’s thick at the base, thinning out towards the tip. More like a lizard’s than a dog’s.
I look back to him, “I don’t know, we just do. How do you guys poop?”
He lets out a bark of laughter but the gray-haired one makes an unimpressed noise.
I clamp my mouth shut firmly. Maybe I should observe and keep my trap closed.
My eyes take in the very generic hospital office.Universally bland, I guess.
But the bright orange-skinned shirtless guy—withfourarms—not so much. He grins at me from behind the desk he sits at, and opens his mouth. My alien doesn’t slow.
