Knot Our Omega (Knot Ours)

Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE

LUKA

"I'm sorry, there has been a mistake." The woman, a Mrs. Harriet, sat in front of us with eyes that shifted around nervously. "Alpha."

"A mistake," I repeated as the letter of distribution, the letter of acceptance, crumbled in my hand.

"Y-yes." Her head nodded vigorously, her hair pulled back so tightly into a bun that not a single strand moved. "A mix up."

My voice was hard when I spoke again. "Well, fix it."

"I- we can't fix it." She was looking everywhere but at me, unable to make eye contact.

I ground my back molars, frustrated with the situation. "Why not?"

"She's gone."

"Gone?"

"There was a mix up, as I said. Her placement paperwork printed twice. She had already been assigned to a unit. They collected their omega yesterday."

"My omega," I corrected her.

"Theirs."

"This paper in my hand, the paper you sent me after we paid a large chunk of money to your organization, states she was mine. Our numbers had been pulled; it is our time. We've waited years," I reminded her.

Her fingers fidgeted in her lap. "Yes, well. Some units wait longer."

"That is some units’ problem, not ours. Had you not sent out this paper promising us our omega, and collecting the rest of the funds... I'd have gladly waited longer. We traveled here at your request." I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to not take my anger out on the beta female in front of me. It wasn't her fault that Omega Industries fucked up. It's what happens when you leave such high responsibilities in the hands of weak beings. "We will not leave here without her."

"We'll reimburse you," she promised.

"If money was an issue, I'd not have had an application in with Omega Industries to begin with," I reminded her. Omega Industries aren't for the poor. It's for those units that can afford to treat their Omega like a queen. Those who can offer her anything she desired and then some. Those who could afford to raise a family they create.

It hadn't always been like this. Hadn't always been so regulated. Now, with the omega population dying out and the world filled with betas, regulating the omegas in hopes to repopulate was our only priority. As alpha, I took this responsibility seriously, building a unit of those I could trust with our omega’s life.

"I'm sorry, alpha." The beta's head lowered down, staring at the desk. "I cannot retrieve her from her placement. All eligible omegas are placed."

"And ineligible?" Felix, my delta, asked.

"Excuse me?" The beta looked confused at his question, but I knew his line of thought.

Felix licked his lip before responding. "If you state all eligible are taken, then that leaves room to believe you have omegas that you deem ineligible. Is this correct?"

She nodded once. "Yes, sir."

"And what is the reason they aren't considered to be eligible?" Alfie, my beta, wondered out loud. "Can you elaborate for us?"

Mrs. Harriet had no problem meeting his eyes. "Some are less than... desirable in the looks department. Others haven't entered their first heat. Some still do not agree with the system of not having a choice. They became slightly more... rebellious."

"I see." Felix rubbed his chin. "So no other eligible..."

The silence hung way too long while our eyes bored into the woman. Finally, she caved, her shoulders lowering, her fingers gripping the desk in defeat. "There is one possibility... but..."

"Where is she?" I demanded.

"I urge you to reconsider." Mrs. Harriet reminded us, "There is always the next round of distributions."

"In a year," I growled.

"A year will go quicker than one can imagine."

"Or a year can seem like a lifetime when your family would like to settle down and you don't have an omega to enjoy it with," I pressed. Betas had it easy. She didn't have to worry about a distribution system, or waiting until the government deemed her ready. She could reproduce with a beta and populate the world with their kind. Maybe that was why our numbers were fading, slowly dwindling into nearly nothing until our cherished females, our omegas, have become a rare and precious commodity.

With her palms flat on the desk, she pushed up. A single nod of acknowledgment was gifted us, before she strolled out of the room, leaving us to wait impatiently. I let my frame relax against the vinyl chair as I pictured our omega in my mind. We paid handsomely to get an omega that meets our expectations, one that was everything we'd desired. Questionnaire after questionnaire was filled out, preferences shaded in, and discussions between us were plentiful.

Long, straight, black hair would cascade down her back.

Eyes like liquid honey.

Tall, willowy, and the perfect straight nose.

Fuck. We'd been dreaming of her for ages, years of yearning for what we couldn't have and only sating our lust with meaningless fucks with willing betas. It's not the same. At least, I don't think it is. Omegas were supposed to be superior, their bodies made for us. Though I'd never experienced the pleasures an omega could bring, I’d heard the rumors. I'd give anything to find out the truth.

"Should we be worried?" Felix finally broke the silence when it grew too heavy.

"We'd be stupid not to be." Alfie sighed. "She's bringing us an omega reject."

"I doubt any omegas are ever really rejected. Their existence is too precious for that." Felix kicked Alfie's leg affectionately. "Think it's a rebel she's bringing?"

"A rebel is better than ugly." Alfie laughed.

I doubted the omega would be ugly. I'd never truly seen an ugly omega. I doubted their DNA would allow such travesties. "I don't care. As long as my mark is decorating her throat by the year’s end, I'm happy."

It's all I truly wanted. To see my bite on display, announcing she's owned and untouchable. "Feeling possessive for our rebel, are you?" Alfie taunted. "Don't you worry, all it will take is one good fuck with her dark hair wrapped around my fist and she'll give into anything you ask."

"Your confidence does not match your social standing, beta." Now that he gifted me the image, luscious inky strands locked into my fist, I wanted nothing more than to make it come true.

"You've got to be confident when you don't have a super cock like you, alpha."

I smirked at his reminder. "Jealous?" I teased.

"Undecided." I laughed. "Somedays I'm envious, others... well, it's a heavy load to bear."

My ears strained as footsteps echoed down the hall. Two sets. "They're coming."

We stood, not forgetting our manners that had been drilled into us since we were kids. The steps grew closer, tiny footfalls that somehow built anticipation. I resisted the urge to tap my feet, fighting off all forms of fidgeting. An alpha didn't fidget. We didn't show weakness. We didn't get nervous.

The handle turned, the hinges squeaked, and Mrs. Harriet stepped in. "Gentleman. I present you with your omega."

She stepped aside, gifting us with a pretty, curvy omega with curly blonde hair and glasses perched on her button nose. The scent of cherries, rich and seductive, slammed into me and I fought not to stagger. My eyes lingered as her fingers laced in front of her, twisting nervously.

"Well?" Mrs. Harriet pushed.

"She..." Fuck. That scent was making me dizzy. I couldn’t think straight. My alpha hummed his approval, wanting to mount her instantly and claim her as his. But… she wasn’t what we requested, despite her cute little curls and shy exterior that made both man and beast wild with want. "She isn't what we ordered."