Chapter Five
Ryson
Istare at the mirror as I tie back some of my hair, leaving the rest loose.
An omega. We’re getting an omega.
A soft, plush one, from the looks of her species. I wonder if she’ll be well-behaved. I would expect so, being such a squishy, defenseless little thing.
Each of our packets had basic information on humans, as well as some–scant—details on our specific mate, but we each had a special section given our unique designations within the pack.
I had read mine thoroughly. Females of her species often work outside the home and not all are naturally submissive.
But given she has been matched to a pack of Celnoe alphas, I am expecting her to respond well to gentle discipline.
“C’mon,” Wells hollers from the base of the stairs. “We can’t keep our omega waiting!” His excitement is palpable and I spare him a grin as I hurry out of my room.
“Geez, Ry, you are in a good mood,” he says as he headbutts me gently in a fond greeting.
“If it’s because you think you’re going to fuck our omega senseless tonight,” Nara scolds, “You have another thing coming. My research says her body will need time to adjust.”
Wells laughs, “Yeah, adjust to our cocks. I’m still shocked it’ll work. Fit. Whatever.”
“Quit,” Zallan says seriously, pulling his cloak on. “She’ll need to adjust to our atmosphere, our food, being surrounded by four large alphas making her hormones run wild.”
“And our cocks,” Wells adds helpfully.
We all chuckle.
THE RIDE INTO CITRADOTH passes quickly. I re-read my packet, complete with my notes from my personal research. Human videos on mating. They had been... enlightening.
Zallan has his handheld out and is sending messages. I peer over his shoulder and it’s all regarding the upcoming season, not any emergencies, thankfully. Wells and Nara chat as the mobile takes us directly to the Concord facility in the city.
All three of the Federation planets have Concord facilities in every major city nowadays. And here on Celnoe, they were headquartered with our planetary pack matching organization.
Zallan and I had packed-up young, but once we had Nara, we had decided to move out of the city to start an intentional community.
We spent a lot of time working with various organizations and sects of our society.
Once our plans, and our written ordinances were in order, we had chosen a location and we started designing our home ourselves, Zallan had always dreamed of adding to our pack, so he insisted on extra space; I had been excited that we could both pursue our interests and have the space and privacy I’d long desired.
Because of Zallan’s position, we needed to stay within a reasonable mobile ride to Citradoth, however.
But that nearness had allowed us to find Wells, approximately five revolutions ago, through the planetary pack matching system.
And once we’d all settled in and were ready, we applied for an omega.
It was a dream. An omega of our own. Many packs were still without. Which is why the Concord Federation still explored space in search of planets with omegas.
Other packs have had to wait up to a full cycle for their mate to be found from planets within the Omega Concord.
But when found, the match was solid. So we waited.
Waited for an omega to spoil. To love. To plant our seed in, and perhaps for it to root.
A dream indeed, to find a soft, sweet, submissive mate ready to be mounted whenever we returned home.
The mobile smoothly stops outside the rounded green building. Zallan opens the door and gestures for us to go ahead of him.
Nara opens the door to the Concord building and we all enter. Wells’ tail fans back and forth, as does Nara’s. Zallan’s is tucked down, hiding his emotions.
“Hello Pack Gathea!” the orange-skinned omega behind the desk smiles, his white hair braided back. “Are you ready to meet your mate?”
We had learned upon applying, that the program tries to keep alphas, from any of the planets, behind the scenes, after a few unfortunate early incidents. So we’re not surprised to see an omega working, but his scent is heady for any alpha, even though he’s claimed.
I cannot wait to smell my omega.
“The med bay is ready for her arrival,” the Wexhius continues. Many of that species have matched with packs here.
Elizabeth Hudson. That’s her name.
Or it was, before she swore our oath. Now she’s Omega Elizabeth Gathea.
My heart swells with pride. We have an omega.
Zallan is speaking with the Wexhius as we are led down a hallway. A metal door whooshes open and two winged Olush stand, one with a clipboard, taking notes from a screen, the other standing over a small form laying upon the metal table.
Our omega.