“That’s it?” I question as I sit up.
“That’s it,” he confirms. “Sorry you had to come all the way here for a simple blood draw.” He smiles sadly.
“Oh, no worries,” I answer without thought, “It got me a day trip! It was nice to see the city again.” My eyes drift over to his computer.
He looks at me sympathetically. “I remember you. You did a good thing. I hope you get a match and can get the hell off this shithole planet.”
I blink.
I don’t.
“Um, thanks,” I mutter, again looking him over.
Curiosity gets the best of me and I ask, “Didyoutest?”
He grins, “Yup. I’m an omega!” He shows me a small tattoo on his forearm of a stereotypical spaceship. “I’m waiting for my pack. I kind of hope I match with an Adrethian pack.”
“Oh?” I offer weakly. I know nothing about any of the aliens.Maybe I should have read that pamphlet.
“They only pack with two alphas, but...” he grins conspiratorially, “they each have two... ya know.”
“Sounds terrifying,” I blurt, eyes wide.
He chuckles easily. “The Dosorians are furry and rut hard, I guess. The Celnoe have a rigid pack structure. I mean, I’d takeanyof them if it got me away from human men.”
I laugh.That sentiment I can understand.
The tech pulls off his gloves with a snap. “We’ll call you if you’re an omega.”
Chapter Two
Atiox
The rain batters against the clear ceiling of our kitchen. I do not enjoy the rainy season. But it’s only because of the life-giving rain that our forest is so lush and healthy. Nonetheless, I feel as though I spend the entire turn inside.
As I’m typing a message on my handheld, it freezes. I grimace. The rain is affecting our power system, which is affecting our comm network. I sigh, standing, and toss my handheld into a drawer. I head out of the kitchen to our library, in search of my pack.
The dim, cool weather dampens my spirits. It’s absolutely silly and self-indulgent, but I feel like we are not complete. My pack is missingsomeone. It’s days like these, when we’re all inside, when a hot tea and a cuddle pile in the library sounds incredible, that I feel it the most. Maybe, if Zatura blesses us, we’ll get our omega. And perhaps, eventually, some kits as well.
Yet here we are, me, Lux—our second alpha, our ebondenn—and Ziam, our third alpha, the charax. Just the three of us.
While that should be enough for me, I’m a selfish bastard. I so greatly desire a sweet, gentle omega who wants naught more than to make our house a home. To please and be pleasured, to love and be loved, to carry our young, to greet us when we return home with a smile and a kiss.
The stone walls of our home are delightful in sun season, but today the chill clings to them. I turn to the huge fireplace in theempty library. I squat down and quickly stack some firewood. A striking stone lights the tinder quickly, and I step back, making sure it catches and that the wind is in the right quarter.
The river-stone fireplace dominates the massive space of our main living area, which takes up three stories, though lofts cover part of the second and third level. But a good fire will warm up the entire space. I stare into the happily crackling fire for a moment as I rub my horn.
Now, to find my pack. I walk back towards the main stairs and head up.
“Such a naughty boy,” Lux’s rich voice reaches me. I climb faster. The playroom is the last room on the second floor atrium, and the door is open.
I lean against the door frame. Lux’s bright blue skin is dark and rich in the dim light of the candles.Going for ambiance, I see,I think to myself as I grin. Lux has always had a bit of a flare for the dramatics. She’s an incredible ebondenn though, and she put in the work to figure out Ziam and me. She only had to require me to message another pack’s ebondennoncefor a punishment suggestion, and I have never stepped another toe out of line since.
Ziam here, though. Ziam lives for quiet praise and acts of service. So when I hear Lux telling him how bad he is, or chastising him in any way, well... I know he did something wrong.
“You’re going to eat my cunt until I finish, you bad boy. And then I’m going to insert an electrostim until you’ve finished three times.”
I slide my hand down to press against my now aching cock.
