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Colloquially known as their ‘heat,’ the symptoms of this process include exacerbated sexual arousal, increased lubrication, fever, and increased desperation. These symptoms combined make for an often very desperate Omega, whose symptoms can only be resolved by an Alpha who agrees to care for them during their heat. The exact duration of estrus varies between Omegas, but can last anywhere from five to ten days…”
CHAPTER1
Chastity stifled a yawn, nodding along as Tyler, her engineering team lead, detailed the various accomplishments of his team for the past week. A strand of hair had fallen from her neat ponytail and was tickling the back of her neck. Irritating.
“Great. Things are moving along nicely then. And you’re still on track to meet your deadline?” The dull throbbing of an impending migraine spread up the back of her neck, and Chastity subtly glanced at the clock. Less than an hour to go.
Tyler raised an eyebrow cockily, and Chastity suppressed the urge to roll her eyes and laugh. Alphas and their posturing. Not for the first time, she was grateful that their tactics had no effect on her. The perks of having never presented.
“Yes, of course.”
She glanced down at the notepad on her desk, mentally checking off the topics. That was just about everything. “And the new member of your team, what’s their name?”
“Serene.”
“How’s she turning out?”
He nodded once. “She’s doing well. A few hiccups here and there, but nothing that can’t be fixed with some correction.”
And we all know how much you Alphas like correcting.
Chastity allowed herself a small smile at the snarky thought, then directed the smile at her subordinate. “Excellent. If you don’t have anything else, I think that’s it for this week.”
He was already standing, gathering his own papers and straightening the lapels of his suit. “That’s everything. See you in a few days for the team meeting.”
“Fine. Thank you.”
He disappeared from her office with a sharp click of the door, and she huffed out a breath as she rummaged through one of her drawers for the painkillers she kept on hand. Swallowing them with a gulp of water, she stared at her computer screen for another moment. Her email inbox, as always, was overflowing. Updates on various projects, questions from her team, summaries of meetings she’d been cc’d on.
It was overwhelming. But somehow, comforting? At the very least, it was boring in its sameness. There were very few surprises in her life, and she liked it that way. Even the migraines she experienced were regular as clockwork—every day at 4:30.
She answered a few emails that needed her attention and sorted through her inbox, filing emails away where they belonged and keeping one eye on the clock. Most nights she ended up staying late, dealing with one crisis or another, but today was, fortunately, not one of those days. The second the clock hit 5:30, she shut her computer down and gathered her coat. She nodded to the few team members that straggled around the office as she shut her door, then made a beeline out of the building, walking quickly. Her sensible heels clicked on the tile floor of the lobby, and she took a breath of fresh air once she was out the door.
The subway wasn’t too far, and she enjoyed the fading light of the sun as she meandered down the street. Her walks in the evening were one of the few times that she didn’t feel stressed or overwhelmed, and she always looked forward to them. She tugged her hair out of its ponytail as she walked down the steps into the underground, brown hair falling loose around her face.
The subway wasn’t as crowded as it usually was during this time of day, and Chastity managed to get a bench to herself. She crossed her legs and stared at the wall as it moved behind the windows of the subway car, allowing herself to decompress from the day.
Her stop, as always, approached quickly, and once off the train she hurried to her home, an unassuming condo tucked between a dental office and an apartment building. It was dark when she let herself in, and she made her way to the kitchen by memory, shedding her purse and jacket on the dining table before turning on the kitchen light.
She opened the fridge and winced as the empty shelves inside presented themselves to her. Her growling stomach reminded her that she hadn’t eaten all day, and she sighed as she shut the door. Pizza for dinner, then. She considered putting ‘grocery shopping’ on her to-do list for Saturday, but discarded the idea. She would probably ignore the notification on her phone anyway.
She dialed the pizza place down the street as she made her way to her bedroom, absentmindedly touching a key on the dusty piano as she passed it. It needed a good cleaning, but that probably wasn’t going to happen anytime soon either. She ordered her usual from the perky-sounding pizza clerk, then tossed her phone on the bed as she stripped out of her professional clothes and dropped them in a heap on the floor.
She eyed herself critically in her floor-length mirror as she picked up her pajamas from the bed where she had tossed them early that morning. She saw what she always did: a lithe-figured woman, relatively fit, somewhat curvy. Hips not big enough, tits not big enough. Ass not round enough. She sighed, tugging an oversized shirt and sweats on over her naked form. When she looked up again, she noticed her cheekbones were a hair sharp, cheeks a bit too hollow to be fashionable.
Mom would have a fit if she saw my empty fridge.She smiled to herself as she made her way back to the living room, which adjoined the kitchen, curling up in her comfortable armchair and turning on the TV. Of course, the first ad that popped up on her TV was for a sleazy underwear company, and the vacant, big-titted girls they always had for models made her frown even as her stomach turned with jealousy.
She would never know why she craved the overtly sexualized figure of an Omega; they were treated as sex toys by society, and some of the stories that she had heard about Alphas and their claimed Omegas were… disturbing, at best. Horrifying, at worst. But Omegas always seemed so happy when they clutched at their Alpha’s arm when out and about in public, their tits bouncing around and hips swaying lewdly as they walked down the street together. They were always eyed enviously by the men, jealously by the women, and above all, regarded with the derision that accompanied the collective assumption of sluttiness.
No, she would never know why she craved it. Even so, she couldn’t help but see what she lacked every time she looked in the mirror, and though she was content with her relatively boring life, part of her couldn’t help but wonder what she was missing. There had to be something other than working too late and getting takeout, right?
She tucked her feet under herself and waited for the pizza to arrive, settling in for another quiet night alone with her television.
CHAPTER2
The vice president never did know how to make a point succinctly, Chastity thought as she doodled tiny circles on the corner of her notepad. The long table they had their weekly meetings in always reminded her of the overly dramatic meeting scenes in corporate thrillers, especially with the multitude of men in starched suits and ties seated around the table. Not for the first time, she wondered why she was the only female manager; surely there were female Alphas who wanted to work in the private sector?
“Any questions?”
