“I usually use my comm, but I need to go over some data in order to correct a technician back in Figate, our capital city. They are arguing with me over the frequency of our outages.”
“Outages?”
“When our power drops. During the rainy season, we lose access to the energy grid regularly.”
Her head tilts as she studies the large screen. “But not in the summer? Um, sun season?”
Ati’s horns shake. “No, because the light capturing units are small, portable, so Setias has its own series.”
“Hmm,” Octavia mutters, leaning into the screen. I hop up and offer her the pair of translator glasses I had gotten out for her.
Her little warm hand takes them, and she throws me a tiny smile that makes me float.
Leaning back into the screen, she doesn’t say anything else but I can tell she’s thinking. Eventually, she silently slides off Ati’s knee and sits between Ziam and I, crossing her legs and tapping her chin as she stares into the fire.
Atiox throws me a look and again I shrug. I turn back to my book as Ati starts to clack out a message.
I shift my weight as I watch Octavia from the corner of my eye. I need to do it. I’m just nervous about her reaction.But it has to happen.I take a deep breath.
“Octavia.” I wait for her to emerge from her head.
She gives me a little smile. “Yes, Lux?”
“I have been hesitant to start your training- both body and behavior. But it must start, omega.”
I pause here, letting her catch up in case something doesn’t translate correctly. “Packs have rules, and they are for either your safety and security, or that of the pack as a whole. It is my place in the pack to enforce them.”
I stop again and eventually she near-whispers, “Alright.”
Nodding, I say, “Your body is small, and we must teach it to accommodate our cocks and knots. We will do this with training devices.”
I can literally see her shoulders hitch up in anxiety so I quickly add, “I believe we can wait a bit on that. But I do want you to start to learn about the roles within the pack.”
I watch some of the tension ease her. “Omegas are intended to give their pack release whenever needed.”
“Release? You mean, make them cum?” She asks and I cannot tell if her face is amused or not.
As I process her words, Zee offers, “A human word for orgasm.”
“Oh. Yes, then, to make them cum. We see the release of seed as a natural bodily function as important as eating and drinking and sleeping.”
She raises an eyebrow.
I continue, “We also require no public disagreement. We can all discuss things in detail in our home, but in public, our pack must be a united front. Any public arguing, or misbehavior, will be dealt with... harshly.” I hesitate adding the last word, but it is true. It is something I cannot ever excuse. And she should know that now.
Another slow nod. “Alright. Seems fair enough.” A spicy look takes over her face. “I have a question.”
“Of course,” I encourage, “Please, always speak freely in our home.”
“If you consider release as important as sleep...” her face pinks but she squares her shoulders. “Why haven’t I gotten off?”
I immediately growl, my inner alpha upset at the very suggestion that my omega was hurting and in need. “I will solve this problem,” I snarl, voice low and feeling totally unhinged. I slip off the couch and crawl the short distance to Octavia. “You have not seemed... ready... for any sexual contact. But since you asked, I will take care of you.”
My hands go to her round little thighs, sliding under Ati’s shirt that she wears. Her eyes flutter closed.
“I thought... it was my job to get you all off?” she whispers.
Purrs and laughter from our pack mates.
