Page 2 of Arming Alexis

Any time I found information about the omega traffickers, it started a panic attack. I was sixteen again, and my foster father stood over me.

“I’ll enjoy you first, then take you to the facility. You’re a mousy little thing. No one will pay much for you, so I might as well get something out of it.”

My leg bounced up and down as his words replayed repeatedly in my head.

The words of my guardian replaced those of the abusive asshole.

“Don’t let them have any power over you. Omegas are strong and capable. We give birth to alphas, and we only give our submission when they are worthy.”

Stella found me huddled in that alley, half frozen and starving. If it weren’t for her, I would have been dead. A former abused omega herself, she provided a haven for those in need.

The four years I spent with her were the happiest of my life. I had a home. I had a family. Stella was like my mother, doting on me and lending me a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen. Everything.

When I graduated from college with my degree in software engineering, I glanced up to see the picture of her and I. She encouraged my love of computers and even taught me some basic programming before I started learning it independently.

Six years. Stella had been gone six years, and the wound in my heart had never quite healed.

In the corner of the collage-style frame was the only picture I’d been able to take with Antonio. He lived next door to Stella and had become my first male friend. Even though he was an alpha, he was kind to me.

But like everyone else in my life, he abandoned me.

Fuck, Lex, why are you thinking like this?

A chime echoing from my phone broke me from my reverie. Thank God, because I was about to start crying. And then I wouldn’t stop until I was a broken mess for days.

The donations to various omega charities started to go through. A smile spread over my face as I focused on my mission. The only reason I was alive today.

Without it, there would be nothing to live for.

Another notification popped up.

CosmicPain: Epic work, love. Enjoyed watching you take them down from the inside. Fucking pathetic security for such a big company.

A chuckle escaped me. CosmicPain was a friend I made in my early days of hacking. He taught me some valuable tricks of the trade, and we've kept up our friendship ever since.

RobinHoodOmega: Thanks CP. Nice to know you’re watching. *winking emoji*

CosmicPain: I'm always watching when it comes to you, my dear sweet Robin. *devil emoji*

My brow furrowed as I stared at the message, my mind whirling with the possibilities of what he was saying.

I knew CP was an expert-level hacker, leaps and bounds better than me, but that read as stalkerish. Was he out there watching my every move?

And why the hell did the thought make tingles of awareness rush through my body and settle between my legs?

Fuck a duck.

Maybe I needed to look into different suppressants because I should not be getting turned on by the thought of a stalker.

RobinHoodOmega: You’re hilarious. I need to get some food and sleep. I’m about to crash.

CosmicPain: Oh, I’m anything but funny, love. But you’re correct. Thirty-six hours of straight hacking and surviving on energy drinks and Ritz Bitz is not suitable for a beautiful woman like you. Good night, Robin.

I signed off, but his last message made my spine stiffen. I glanced around, taking in the empty cans of pipeline punch monsters and the mostly eaten second box of cheese Ritz Bitz. How the fuck did he know about that?

Rational thought tried to push through, and I remember I’d told him about my favorite hacking snacks a few months ago.

That had to be it.

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