Epilogue Tristan
It's been a year since I crash-landed on Tenelor and was turned into an omega by one of the Thallan scientists, Varn'lac.
I've been able to do a lot of upgrades in his laboratory and the general infrastructure of his lab and home thanks to my engineering knowledge.
I also help him with his actual human-omega research.
The idea I suggested to him ages ago about making becoming an omega optional somehow got accepted at a planetary and galactic level. Now the planet is being flooded with applications. There are more people wanting to become omegas than even I thought there would be.
I pull a well packaged sample box from the mailbox. Another dozen samples to check for matches with Thallan alphas. I bring it into the lab where Varn'lac is sitting at his computer.
"Got another delivery," I say as I head over to the analyzer to start slotting in the samples.
"Goodness, how bad is life out there for humans that they want to be omegas bound to a Thallan alpha for the rest of their lives?" He shakes his head and the first sample name pops up on the screen.
"Bad," I say. "Or do you want to go over how I ended up here, again?"
He sighs. "If I'd known earlier, I'd have pushed for a program like this years ago. Going to have a lot of happy alphas at this rate. And betas, for that matter. They'll be way less pressured into bottoming for rutting alphas."
"Your cultural set up is still weird to me." I shrug and look at the next name that pops up on the screen. "No way."
"Hm? Do you know this name?" He gestures at the words on the screen. 'George Alan'.
I grit my teeth. "He's the reason I crashed and that Anna…"
All four of Varn'lac's eyes widen. "You never mentioned his name…"
The 'MATCH FOUND' words flash on the screen. I almost laugh. This is almost too perfect. George Alan's match is Bart'ken.
"I can hide this, tell them that he's not compatible with the omega program," says Varn'lac. He hasn't looked at the names yet.
I point at the screen. "You know what, I'm okay with this. I think it'll be good for both of them."
He looks at the screen and lets out a feral growl-like laugh. "That's far too perfect."