Page 23 of Bullied Forced Omega
I arrive at Mira’s cottage, lost in thought about how to make this right. I also want to understand more about her role in the tech lab and what she does there.
Over the next few days, Mira works at home because I refuse to let her go into her workshop. She has odd little gadgets everywhere, and the more I get to know her cottage, the more I realize it is not by any means the same as anyone else’s.
Sure, it looks the same, but inside, she’s created a tech-savvy smart house.
On my first day here, I thought the coffee machine was nifty because it could be programmed. But it turns out that was just scraping the surface of what she’s created here.
Her fridge tracks the food she puts in and takes out. It links to her phone, which can then place orders for her and even track her calories and macros to help ensure she’s getting the nutrients she needs. Her lights are set up to respond to one voice command for whatever mood she’s in. She’ll walk into a roomand saysunset, and the entire space will light up in orange and purple.
She’ll sayChill,and the lights will glow pink and pale yellow.
It’s not just the lights, though. It’s everything. The temperature of her bath and shower water, the functions of her air fryer, and the way her home responds and senses when she walks into or out of a room. It’s absolutely incredible.
She also has some test equipment set up around her garden space. Security devices that she’s perfecting before she presents them to her superiors.
She’s fucking smart. Like so smart she should be running the tech lab, but instead she’s stuck in a back office, hidden from everyone.
It doesn’t take me long to investigate the tech lab and her superiors. I have my Beta look through the reports and files, and sure as hell…her name is listed as the designer on every single piece of equipment we use in our security system and around our compound. Incredible tech that has improved the life of the pack by leaps and bounds. Watering systems for the farms, purification systems from the river, programs to help the school, and security scans so advanced that we didn’t even see stuff like that at Black Ops.
So, why, when I ask around, doesn’t anyone know who she is?
I’m standing outside Mira’s cottage, speaking in hushed tones to her brother, Miles.
“So then, who is getting the credit?” I ask quietly.
“Barion, the other two superiors that run the tech lab, and the elders.”
“No one ever mentions her?” I ask, shocked.
“I think that Barion presents it in a way that suggests he designed it. He might mention that his team helped him with the grunt work, but as far as the elders are concerned, Barion is the creator and they own him, so they get to bask in the glory too,” Miles explains. But if you ask anyone on this compound who created whatever system, their reply isBarion.
“Fucking selfish asshole. That’s not teamwork. That’s not how a pack is run,” I groan.
“Tell me about it. It’s worse than being in the military,” Miles agrees.
“This is proof of the drastic changes that need to be made in this place. I’ve given them enough time to get used to me being back; it’s time I started being the Alpha now.”
Miles nods, “Tell me what you need and I’m there.”
“Set up a meeting with the elders for this afternoon.”
***
It’s a few hours before dinner when I walk into the pack house to speak with the three elders. They stand when I enter the dining room, but I wave for them to sit again. Miles walks in behind me.
“Gentlemen, thank you for seeing me,” I huff, standing at the head of the table and not taking a seat. Miles sits with his arms folded over his chest, his eyes tight on the elders.
His stare is intense enough to make them shift uncomfortably.
“What is this about?” Jeremy demands, keeping his tone as neutral as he can, but I sense the loss of power he feels sinceI’ve taken up my position as Alpha. And this is the first time we will come face to face with me stepping up to make some drastic changes. There is no telling how they will take this.
“As you know, I’ve been spending some time in the Omega sector…”
“It’s really not necessary, you know. As Alpha, you must demand…”
“Do not interrupt me, Marcus. You may speak your mind after I’ve stated my piece,” I say, polite but stern.
Marcus sneers, clenching his jaw so tightly it looks like he might crack a tooth.
