Chapter Four
Lux
Fuck this, I think, crossing my arms under my breasts. I know Atiox believes we need to lead by example and all that, but I am not made for meetings nor playing the game of politics. He really should just leave me home. But, ‘show of pack cohesion’ and all that.
I try to rearrange my face. Ati is a great first, and I’m lucky that he and I vibe so well.
He’s such an outgoing, friendly alpha, I’m almost surprised he puts up with me.
We met when we were hardly more than kits, back at the Alpha House in Figate.
For whatever reason, Atiox, the ostentatious, popular alpha, took to me immediately, despite—or perhaps because of—my low tolerance for nonsense.
Once he had pursued me hard enough for me to be intrigued, he backed away and allowed me to chase him.
It had been the perfect duality, especially once I learned what a little whimperer he was, despite being a born aleron.
“Since four packs here at Setias have been blessed with an omega, the mathematics are clear that we are receiving them at a higher rate than the general populace of Celnoe. In fact, the rates are similar to the Adrethians and Dosorians, even the ones that have settled on our planet,” Ziam tells the alphas sitting in the meeting hall.
Nods and eager looks.
I understand the eagerness. I also want an omega for our pack.
Zilas, a beta with Pack Traex, stands. “Omega Tristan mentioned the fact that the Red Paralysis aligned with a major shift in our population density.”
Ati nods, “Astute. Would he be interested in being on an exploratory panel?”
Zilas shakes his head, smooth blue hair sliding over his shoulder. “He recently whelped. I don’t think we’re going to allow him to do anything taxing or arduous for a while,” Zilas grins happily.
It was the right note to hit, I’ll give Ati that. Sly bastard, he knew the beta would mention the kits. Which makes most of the alphas ache with jealousy.
Honestly, I’m kind of ambivalent to the idea of younglings, but many alphas crave them. To have a kit, you need a female beta, which are difficult to come by, or an omega, which is very difficult to come by.
“If we can figure out the link between Setias, and the increased percentage of omegas, we could present the findings to the Lead Council.”
I lose myself in my thoughts as the discussion continues. I don’t really care why Setias is getting omegas. No, the only thing I hope for is that it continues. Also, that my pack gets an omega soon.
It’s been nearly seven revolutions since we did the omega testing. Seven, long, revolutions. We had gone to the Concord Center in Citradoth as soon as Ziam had joined the pack.
I know Atiox aches for an omega. He rarely speaks of it, though; I think because he worries that it would hurt mine, or Ziam’s, feelings. But I understand. No matter how wonderful I consider my pack mates, it’s not the same as having an omega in our pack. In our home.
And the two omegas that have been matched here in Setias are both these soft little aliens known as humans.
I ache for one. Seeing their packs completed, it has only increased my desire for an omega.
These humans—tiny, defenseless, tailless and hornless, somehow kick up every alpha instinct inside me.
All I can think about lately is a sweet, calm omega; happy to fill our home with love and light.