Chapter Six
Wells
She’s lovely.
I inhale deeply, her scent dancing in the air of the room where she lays upon an examination table.
Sweet. Fresh. Creamy, almost. Warm with an undertone of the forest.
Absolutely fucking intoxicating.
But unexpectedly, both my first, and my second, snarl angrily and I see their tails lash. I blink, confused, trying to focus, as I glance at Nara for guidance.
I am an alpha Celnoe male, this is true. But I was never going to be a first or second; I simply do not have the disposition for it. Fine by me. Zallan is always worrying and running things and Ryson is a grumpy asshole. Most of the time, anyway.
But as my eyes scan the room again, I finally catch what they had registered at first glance.
There was an alpha looking at our naked omega.
I snarl then, too, my instincts flaring, and the shorter Olush puts up his hands in a gesture of peace.
Nara strides forwards, quickly unbuttoning his top, yanking it off. He places it over our nude, sleeping mate.
The Olush speaks calmly, wings held low. “I am the only medic trained with such small sentient species. We thought it best, given this is our first human to arrive, that I be on hand.”
Zallan snarls but I step to him and place a hand on his arm.
I say quietly, “We would not have wanted her harmed for lack of foresight.” My voice is tight, “Thank you.”
Ryson has crossed to her and is stroking her pretty brown hair back gently, a look of awe on his face. “Is she well?” He asks without looking away from her.
“We believe so, her vitals are all within normal range. Her belongings arrived safely.” He gestures with a wing. “She arrived a quarter turn ago.”
“A full quarter turn? Why is she not awake?” Zallan snarls, hands clenched into fists even as I stand next to him.
A shrug. “Not sure. Perhaps her species are particularly sensitive to molecular travel. Or maybe a bit too much medication was used. Either way, I expect her to wake soon.”
At that exact moment, the little omega moans. My cock instantly hardens at the sound that could easily be mistaken for a noise of pleasure.
I am wondering if my mates had the same reaction when Zallan roars “OUT! Both of you!”
“She’s probably just responding to the scent of us,” Nara murmurs comfortingly as I hear the door shut behind the Olush.
Nara continues calmly, “Humans do not have packs. As with a few of the other planets the Concord has encountered, we believe this is due to the lack of any alphas on the entire planet. Meaning, most of their species are betas, with the rare omega, such as our mate here.” His bright blue eyes turn downward to take her in again.
Nara is a third, a charax. It’s no surprise that his paperwork included such details.
Her head turns slowly, her silken hair sliding over the edge of the table. I cross to stand by her feet. Her skin is the most unusual shade of light brown or maybe even pink. I’m not sure how I’d describe it. It’s similar to a beudi fruit, but I’ve never seen it on any alien before.
Her tiny feet have five toes, unlike our four, and the nails are a bright red. That’s odd, given her coloration.
Zallan and Ryson stand near her face and Nara holds her hand tenderly. Her head turns slowly and a tiny pink tongue emerges from her mouth to wet her lips.
Shocked, I whisper, “Do you think her cunt will be pink too?”
“Shh,” Zallan admonishes.
She squirms beneath Nara's shirt and her head tosses. Suddenly, her eyes snap open, revealing a rich, wet, brown color that I am immediately taken by.
She freezes, then her hands fly up, holding the shirt to her chest as her eyes flick between us.
She licks her lips again. I can scent the need of my pack increase. Perhaps the idea of what her tongue might be doing soon. This omega is already driving us wild. Is it simply because she’s an omega? Or because she’s ours?
Other omegas smell delectable, I admit, but this is beyond that. I want to rut her into the ground as she screams her pleasure around me.
She sits up and Zallan places a hand upon her back to help her. I see her tense but she says nothing. Her eyes are wide, pupils blown, but her chest rises and falls at a reasonable enough rate. At least, I think it’s reasonable for her species.
I look to Nara, who is calm. If he’s not concerned with her health, then I won’t be.
She looks between us slowly, wide eyes taking us in. I consider she’s probably never seen an off-planet species, given that her home is a Class C.
Poor thing is probably feeling really lost right now.
“Are you... Pack Gathea?” She asks, voice high and clear.
I smile without any thought, and see both Zallan and, more surprisingly, Ryson, respond similarly to our mate.
“We are, little omega,” Zallan answers quietly, “Are your translators working?”
Her eyes widen as she studies Zallan but she nods, silent.
“Good,” he answers, “Then if you’re ready, we can leave.”
Before she can answer, Nara cuts in, “If we’d like any additional testing done, now is the time.”
She turns her eyes to him, “Additional testing? Such as?” Her tone is harsh, baiting.
I catch Ryson’s eyes flick around the empty room, ensuring we’re alone for our mate to speak so freely defiant and antagonistic.
Nara’s face shutters a bit but he answers, “Yes, omega. Fertility and digestive health mainly, as both chromosomatic disorders and general body health scans have already been completed.”
“Fertility?” Her voice wavers and for a moment I am worried.
“Fertility?”
Oh, she’s not afraid, she’s angry.
“There was nothing in that contract about me popping out little alien babies for you!”
Ryson’s gray eyebrows rise and his voice is tight. “Please watch your tone with us in public, omega. And yes, there certainly was.”
She blinks quickly, “But... you accept men as omegas!”
I look to Zallan, confused by her response.
Nara answers, “Ah, yes, we have ways around that. I read in my research that your males are considered, by your technology, un-impregnatable. But that simply isn’t true here.”
Her mouth opens and closes but Zallan quickly jumps in, trying to reassure her, “We will not be upset if our joinings do not result in younglings, little one. But we’ll surely enjoy the challenge of filling you with our seed.”