Chapter 32 The Phone Call
The Phone Call
Acadia
“Hello, is this Doctor Oscar Soto?” I ask when a man with a thick Hispanic accent answers the phone.
“Yes, this is him. Who am I speaking with?”
“Hello! Hey! I volunteer at the Omega Women’s Shelter in lower Cash City.
We have an event today. We are offering free exams and prescriptions to hormone supplements to our clients, but our regular omega physician is sick.
She gave me your number. She said that you were in Cash City and that you are one of the premier omega specialists in the country.
I understand you are a very busy man, but if you are available today, I’d love to talk to you about volunteering. ”
It’s been such a shit show organizing this event.
First, we had too many omegas sign up. Most of them have children, so I had to organize childcare.
Our caterer backed out, so I’ve been calling restaurants all morning asking for donations.
A local grocery store is donating food from their bakery.
I got a Greek restaurant to donate a food truck, happily.
I also got an inflatable slide for the kids.
Half the volunteers are unaccounted for, so I’ve been phone tree-ing everyone.
And now my doctor, who is usually very reliable, is suddenly ill. The omegas need the exams.
They can’t participate in the orgy later that evening without one.
“I could assist. What exactly do you need?”
I breathe a sigh of relief.
The alphas and betas who we’ve secured for the orgy are already vetted and tested, and most are professional omega companions.
But my omegas, they need the exams. For some of them this is their only chance to not only get tested, get hormones, but also seek relief.
“Thank you. Thank you. It starts in an hour, so the sooner you can come, the better. I’ll text you the address.
The shelter has an exam room you’ll be working out of.
There were twenty omegas who signed the sheet who need to see a physician, but I’d expect more since not everyone likes to sign their name.
Our omegas come from various backgrounds.
Struggling with economic instability. Dealing with domestic abuse.
Our mission is to treat everyone with respect and provide them with as much support and care as we can.
We will be working with a therapy group as well.
And there’s a local government group that will be filling our prescriptions for the day. How does all that sound?”
“That sounds great. I’ve never been a part of anything like this before, so you’ll have to help me out.”
“Of course, Dr. Soto. I appreciate it so much. The omegas will too. I know most of them, so I can help you with individualized care as well.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know if I caught your name.”
“Oh! I’m Acadia. I’m an omega. I’m the Director of Volunteers at the shelter. When you get here, l’ll be sure to give you everything you need.”
The line goes silent. I’m in the middle of setting out one of the folding tables in the parking lot with the other volunteers, so I don’t quite know if the call dropped. I look at the screen. It’s still connected.
“Dr. Soto?”
“Acadia?” He asks like he knows me.
“Yes?”
“Sorry, I…” he goes quiet again.
“Is everything ok?”
“Yes, it’s fine. Please send me the address.” And then he adds, “I’m an alpha. I’d like to bring my pack with me, if it’s possible.”
“No, no, no,” I say quickly. Some of these omegas are going to experience a heat.
They will ask Dr. Soto to give them hormone shots to trigger a heat.
I can’t have alphas here that I don’t know.
“I really don’t want to offend, but many of our omegas have trauma surrounding alphas and packs.
Unless they knew you, like you’ve volunteered before, or were part of the volunteer staff, I would caution against it.
Dr. Zheng is a beta, and she’s done very well with the women.
She did tell me about you being an alpha.
That’s already a lot to ask. If you brought your pack… ”
Honestly, this whole thing may be a disaster just because of Dr. Soto’s designation. But I didn’t want to cancel, not with so many omegas signing up already.
Some of our women are bonded to alphas their inner omega won’t allow in their nests, due to abuse, and events like this are their only chance to have a heat on their own terms. Others are single mothers who don’t have the connections or funds to seek sex.
We have coeds from Fair Castle who come here because they don’t have any other choice.
This is important.
“I understand. I did my fellowship at an omega clinic. I’m not offended. Could they come and volunteer in other areas?”
“How many?”
“Two alphas. One beta. All male.”
Four men. I guess I could put them in charge of the trash cans. Or moving large things around. I’m not sure the omegas want them doing childcare. The Greek restaurant is bringing their own staff.
The more I think about this, the less I like it.
Can you imagine if they made their way into the sex room?
It’s on the main level of the shelter. There are double doors leading to the comfortable space.
There are a dozen alcoves curtained off.
Several private rooms. I usually just let the omegas roam.
They all end up with partners and have a great time.
The kids will have a movie, snacks, and sleep on cots in the multipurpose room. We even have a taekwondo instructor coming later for them.
“Dr. Soto, I really do need your assistance here. But I’m thinking of the omegas first. I’m going to say no for now. If I change my mind, I’ll let you know. Is that fair?”
“I understand. You still have me. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Beautiful. Thank you.”
I hang up the phone and send him the address. He replies right away: On my way.
I just stop as the volunteers continue to put up the canopy and rope off the parking lot. The way he said my name…like he knew me. Like I’d surprised him.
That was strange. It’s got me checking my outfit. A tight fitted vest and jean shorts. No undershirt. It’s too hot.
I threaded a brightly colored scarf through the belt loops of my shorts. I give it a little adjustment and tug. And then I pat my hair, if there are any flyaways. My hand sits on my chest as I take some deep breaths.
Damn. I’m horny. Over some man’s accent over the phone.
Maybe I should ask him for some suppressants. I couldn’t imagine accidentally participating in the orgy. That would be so unprofessional.
I swear I went many years of my life able to speak to men and not be this affected. But it all started with Mads. Then Kol. And now Dr. Soto.
If only I could just collect them all and form my own little pack. I’d package them all up and never let them out of my sight.
Wait.
That doesn’t feel right. There’s someone missing.
Mads. Kol. Dr. Soto. Mystery other man.
And…
Maybe a mystery woman, too.
I am, after all, pansexual.
That feels right.
Around the clinic there’s a tall wall made of bushes. It’s to make the omegas feel safer and keep the parking lot cool in the summer. There’s one entrance, and I have the gate open to allow the volunteers to get in. Alpha Meier with Meier Protections Group meets me by the gate.
He’s a tall, dark, and handsome alpha with a face that would make any girl swoon. But he doesn’t do it for me, and that makes me feel better about the harem of men I’ve been drooling over lately.
“Acadia, nice to see you again,” Sebastian says.
He was there with his omega, Bianca and Cornell’s daughter, when I first met her.
“Nice to see you, too. Thank you for coming today. I have a big list of omegas that will be stopping by. It may be fine, but you never know.”
I hand the list to both Sebastian and one of his agents.
“No, this is exactly what you’d hire security for.
Well, even if we weren’t going to invoice you.
” He watches the street like at any time someone horrible is going to pop right out.
I’m so grateful they offered to do this today for free.
“You said some of the omegas are escaping abusive situations?”
His agent walks away from us.
“Yes, and a few live at the omega housing. Just keep any alpha out that isn’t on the volunteer sheet. Oh! Let me update that list,” I say as I pull out my phone. “Dr. Soto is coming.”
“Dr. Soto? The omega specialist?”
My mouth drops. This is such a small world.
“You know him?”
“He gave a second opinion on my omega. For her chronic bond sickness. It’s managed now.”
All the blood in my body seems to run away from me.
“Wait, the Whitehorse’s omega daughter has chronic bond sickness?”
He looks like he regrets sharing that information. He adjusts the holster of his gun that wraps around his shoulders.
“I thought you knew. That’s why you left them. I didn’t realize you didn’t know.”
“Alpha Meier, I knew they sucked. I didn’t realize they were evil.”
“Jake, my pack lead, has a case against them. He wants to make sure it’s on their record in case they ever want to bond with anyone, they’ll know.”
That’s good. I cannot believe I let myself get wrapped up with them. What if I hadn’t met her before I bonded with them? I shudder to think.
He tells me he has a couple of his agents out on the perimeter, making sure people feel safe. I thank him and leave him to his work.
The morning goes by so fast with preparations. I feel this weird feeling and need to step away for some air. That’s when I see Dr. Soto at the gate talking with Alpha Meier. The doctor is pointing across the street, where I can’t see. I wonder if he’s asking if his pack can join him?
I don’t know why, but that kind of pisses me off. I told him not to bring them. It’s clear that’s what they are saying because Alpha Meier is shaking his head no.
I go to stand in the middle of the parking lot, with my hands on my hips, and wait for him to come over.
Oh fuck me, he’s handsome. In that older, daddy way that kills me.
His beard and mustache are peppered with white hair.
Absolutely gorgeous. The way he walks, no marches like a prince, towards me is enough for me to start slicking.
God, calm down, pussy.
He comes up to me, staying about five feet away, which is an appropriate distance between an unbonded omega and alpha. His politeness doesn’t go unnoticed by my primal omega side. She loves it.
“Omega Acadia,” he says with a tilt to his head, like a bow.
“Dr. Soto. Did you just try to get your pack into this event even though I told you that wouldn’t be possible?”
His teeth click shut.
“What made you think that alpha over there had more authority on that decision than I did? Tell me what I should be more offended by. Is it my designation? My gender? Which part of me telling you no made you think our volunteer security agents could overrule? I’d like to know how to frame my dressing down. ”
His eyes are huge. I don’t think this big, tall alpha is used to being berated. Good. I’m glad I could be the one to do it.
“I owe you an apology.”
“Yes, Dr. Soto, but we aren’t there yet. You owe me an explanation first.”
He swallows.
“I would never rob you of the opportunity to give me a dressing down. Which would you prefer, and I’ll confirm? Would you rather me have insulted your designation, gender, authority, or ability?”
My teeth click shut this time.
He’s teasing me.
I scowl at him.
“Don’t be fresh.”
He turns his head so I don’t see him smile.
“My pack is nearby, yes,” the doctor admits as he turns back to me, serious and polite. “I was pointing them out to your security in case they looked suspicious and garnered too much attention.”
“Nearby? Doing what?” That sounds suspicious as hell.
“We have a new bond, and we are staying close in proximity to assist with the connection. He’s a beta, so it may not matter to him, or physiologically, but to my other pack mates, it’s important. They are sensitive.”
I watch his face as he tells me his explanation. Love eeks out of him. His lips stretch into a soft smile. His eyes, sparkly. All signs that he did just bond with someone.
“You’re close?”
I don’t know why I ask. I have a million things to do. I shouldn’t be wondering anything at all. I should just move on.
“Yes. They are my world.”
My cheeks heat and I look away. He’s probably with them, with them.
Not just bonded, but together. If I ever find my pack I want us all to be together.
All of them at the same time during my heat.
All of them in my same bed. Fucking me as much as possible.
I want it to be one of those things where we sit in a parked car across the street because we would miss each other so… no, that’s silly.
But I’ve got things to do.
I shake my head and meet his eyes.
How would it be to be someone’s world?
I know it’s a weird thought for me to have, but I wonder if I’ll find a love like that.
I clear my throat and say, “Let me show you the clinic.”
I take him to the little diagnostic room we have in the basement of the Omega Shelter.
There’s no hired staff doctor, so we try to keep it as neutral as possible for the volunteers. Dr. Soto takes a look around at what we have for him.
“Each omega has their time slot. While they see you for their exam, we watch their kids at the event in the parking lot. When they are done, they can join them, get their meds, sign up for other programs, and spend the day here until tonight. Some omegas may just need the clearance, but others may need more.”
I show Dr. Soto everything he needs along with the schedule. And it’s an ordeal. He smells like fresh coffee. Morning coffee. With the cold, dewy air. The cream and sugar. The whole lot.
I’m drooling.