Omega Match: The Complete Series

Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE

Kayla

Ipropped my combat boots on the railing, looking out over the Alphaball field as the Killer Gnomes started their third and final round against the Monster Chickens. How could anyone take a game seriously when every other announcement was about chickens or gnomes?

I certainly couldn’t.

“And the Gnomes take down a Chicken in the first ten seconds with a tackle by Abbott! Perez tosses his ten to Thomas and… Perez takes the thirty! The Gnomes are headed to their hole with four balls! Can the Chickens stop them or are they going to let them get away with a quadruple homicide?!”

The crowd roared as the Killer Gnomes worked their way across the field toward their hole, all three of their weighted balls still in play, plus the one they’d stolen.

They were obliterating the Monster Chickens, and this round was just for show since there was no way the Chickens could come back from the point deficit they had.

Alphaball was like if cornhole, football, and dodgeball had a baby. A very competitive and sexy baby. I never watched the sport, but maybe I needed to start.

It was set up in a tournament format, which had four teams to start, playing two separate games with three rounds or periods each game.

The winners advanced to face off for first and second place, while the losers played a game for third and fourth.

It was much like how the Olympics was set up with gameplay.

My twin sister, Kara, sat down next to me and scrunched her nose in disapproval as I lifted my elote to my mouth and took a bite out of the cob, dropping a glob of cheesy mayonnaise goodness on my light blue sweater.

I held out the Mexican street corn to her in offering, and she leaned away from it like it was the most disgusting thing she’d ever seen. “At least try it. You don’t know what you’re missing, sis.”

“It’s so messy.” She grabbed a napkin that was shoved in my cupholder and wiped at my sweater, making the situation worse. “We’re meeting the Killer Gnomes after their game. Don’t you want to be at your best?”

I took another bite and snatched the napkin from her, wiping the mess from my face.

“Why would I want that? If alphas aren’t going to accept me with corn stuck in my teeth and a little mayo on my sweater, then I don’t want them.

Besides, they named themselves Killer Gnomes, didn’t they? Major red flag.”

“You have to start taking this seriously. We’re only a few days away from matching, and I’m worried for you.

You don’t want to end up at one of the omega compounds, do you?

” She leaned forward in her seat, her attention now on the game that was unfolding below.

“We have the open house tomorrow on campus that will bring out a lot of packs to meet us.”

With a sigh, I continued eating. I knew what was coming up, and it was making me full of unease.

On one hand, I couldn’t care less if a pack selected me as an omega, but it was in my nature to want a pack.

My prospects were slim to none, while my twin was going to have enough packs vying for her to supply the entire class of omegas.

Over the past several months, the omegas in their final year at Elite Omega Academy had met with countless packs.

We were supposedly the cream of the crop when it came to omegas, although I often felt out of place.

I was definitely an omega, but the only reason I even attended EOA was because my sister had been accepted and our parents refused to send her unless we stayed together.

Kara was the perfect omega in every way; beautiful, intelligent, and proper. Any pack would be lucky to have her as theirs, and she had the added bonus of being the academy’s Omega of the Year for all four years we’d been in attendance.

It was unheard of.

Also unheard of was omega identical twins. But that mattered little when one was the black sheep. I was combat boots, while she was stilettos. She liked to use a knife and fork, while I preferred to eat off a stick or with my hands.

I’d spent my entire life being compared to her, and now that we were on the verge of graduating, I was glad the comparisons would stop. There were only so many times a woman could hear about how great her sister was before she wanted to sew her ears shut.

None of my shortcomings were her fault, though. She couldn’t help that she was omega to her very core, and I wasn’t.

The crowd roared and I put my feet down, leaning forward as the captain of the Killer Gnomes closed in on the goal, which was a hole just big enough to fit the weighted ball in a slanted metal surface.

My mouth hung open as Nazario ‘Rio’ Perez whizzed past the captain, Beckett Thomas, taking the thirty-pound ball worth three points and throwing it at the hole in a tremendous display of strength and agility. The ball went in, and the crowd went wild as they won the game thirty-four to fourteen.

Jerseys were ripped off and chests were bumped in a show that had the omegas around the suite whimpering and the other alphas on the field growling.

Despite their ridiculous team name, the pack that made up the Killer Gnomes was the strongest in the league, and they were on their way to winning the championship if they kept playing like they did today.

At least, that was what the announcers kept saying.

One of our escorts clapped her hands to get our attention. “Ladies! The team will be up in about ten minutes, so if you need to prepare yourselves, now is the time!”

“Come on, Kayla. Let’s go freshen up.” Kara grabbed the hand that wasn’t holding my finished corn cob and led me to the bathrooms off of the suite.

I chucked my trash in the garbage as we entered the bathroom that was already nauseatingly scented with a mixture of omega perfumes. None of us perfumed enough to send alphas into a frenzy since we were on a cocktail of medicine that dampened our pheromones.

Perfume blockers, heat suppressants, and birth control implants made our scents almost nonexistent, but in large groups, with all the omegas perfuming just the tiniest amount, alphas could smell us from a mile away.

I lifted my arm and sniffed, scrunching my nose when I caught a faint whiff of my sweet scent. My sister caught me doing it and smacked my arm with the back of her hand, rolling her eyes as she opened her purse and pulled out a compact.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if they smell like corn.” She took the small round sponge and rubbed it on the powder. “Your T-zone is a bit shiny.”

She blotted my face with her make-up before doing her own. It was a waste of time putting it on me when I could feel the corn juice residue. Before she could stop me, I stepped up to an empty sink and splashed cold water on my face, scrubbing off the make-up and the mess from my delicious snack.

I wasn’t a barbarian by any means, but it was hard to pass up the culinary offerings at the Alphaball stadium. If they didn’t want us to eat it, they shouldn’t have put it in our suite. The academy didn’t let us eat junk food, so if the opportunity was there, I was taking it.

A squeal came from the entrance, and the ten of us that were crammed around the five sinks all turned our heads like lemurs toward it. “They’re here!”

Water dripping from my face, I grabbed paper towels from my sister and quickly dried myself and blotted the mayonnaise spot on my sweater.

Now it was an even larger, darker spot, but I didn’t care.

I just wanted to get this whole thing over with so I’d be able to sit in the corner and play on my phone while the other omegas fawned over the alphas.

“There’s no time to fix your hair.” Kara smoothed my hair across my scalp and sighed. “Flyaways everywhere. That’s what happens when you don’t take care of your curls.”

“Just because you spend half your life on your hair doesn’t mean I want to.” I batted her hand away and tightened my ponytail.

Both of us had wavy hair, and while Kara embraced it, doing everything in her power to make it curly as hell, I chose to throw mine back in a ponytail or a bun. On rare occasions when I felt like it, I’d run a straightener over it. Today wasn’t one of those days.

Taking my hand, Kara led me out of the bathroom, the four alphas that made up the Killer Gnomes already mingling amongst the other omegas in attendance. I refused to breathe through my nose, while my sister took in a deep inhale.

“They smell divine. Too bad they won’t be able to smell any of us with all of the omega scents.” I didn’t see why Kara was worried about that; her perfume was a very neutral, melted chocolate scent that would please almost all alphas.

Mine was similar to hers but had a distinct note of hazelnuts to it.

Unfortunately, that also limited my pack prospects because of nut allergies.

Not that my scent itself would set off an allergic reaction, but in one of our courses, we learned our slick might.

After that lesson, I’d had a nightmare where an alpha who was eating my pussy died with his tongue inside me.

How traumatic.

The alphas’ backs were to us, and I appreciated their tight team shirts pulling across their broad muscles.

But that meant absolutely nothing because I didn’t want alphas lording over me.

I had plans for my future, and it didn’t include rolling onto my back and catering to a pack, even if the idea of a knot filling me during my heat made me a little weak in the knees.

Kara and I were raised in a pack and had witnessed the love between our parents, but we also saw the heartbreak when one of our dads passed away from a heart attack when we were only nine.

It hadn’t only devastated my mom but had weakened the bond between our other five fathers.

Things were only going to get worse the older they got, and since my mom was six years younger than them, she’d most likely die before her time of a broken heart.