Chapter Four
Inken
Well, that cute beta eats pussy like a starved rhinen, that’s for fucking sure.
I ached to fuck him, to see how well—surely—he took it, but it wouldn’t have been fair. He was right, and moreover, good on him for speaking it. Another alpha may have refused him had an alpha outside their pack fucked him.
So while I wanted to—and also wanted to claim him as ours—I settled for a good hard orgasm on his face, and the clear view of the need, the desire, and ache he felt as I directed him to get dressed and tuck that hard cock away untouched.
He had silently done as directed.
Azane asked him to return to his room—so we could discuss—and a hope so painful and earnest that I had had to look away bloomed in his eyes.
I shut the door firmly and spin, tying up my trousers.
“Yes,” I say, knotting them and looking up to Azane.
She chuckles, “What a little slutty domme, you are, my dearest. Ready to take anyone who kneels for you.”
I laugh, though I intend to make her pay for that comment later. Sitting, I put a hand on her knee.
“He has useful skills. He’s not some kit who is going to act wild.
He’s submissive and follows directions well,” I list off.
“His personality profile indicates devoted, hard-working and earnest, even if he seems like a bit of a show boat. His sexual preferences data put him firmly as easy to handle for a dominant alpha, but that he enjoys topping from the bottom as well.” I shrug.
“I think you nailed it, love. Whatever filters you used on the profiles brought us our beta.”
She arches her brow. “You sure you’re not just saying that because we need someone to collect our omega with us in just a few sleeps?”
I lean back, considering her words. Azane is an incredible leader and if she suggests this, it deserves some thought.
Yes, I’m nervous as fuck that we’re going to get in trouble and lose our omega for not having the pack members we were supposed to have before we applied.
I roll that thought around. It would indeed be a disaster. I would, indeed, accept just about any beta that could impregnate our omega and seemed likely to mold to our lives.
This is true.
But I had smelled Zilas. Like tart colwort, the small, prized fruit that grows near riverbanks, but thick and rich. The manner in which he bent to our will. And the skill with which he brought us release. Zatura, I knew many male alphas who wouldn’t have been able to do that with their mouths.
“No,” I respond finally. “This one. I want this one. If you feel we should meet the other three that you had narrowed down to, I will. But I don’t consider it necessary. I want Zilas.”
Her defined eyebrows rise but so do her lips.
“Good. I want him too, Ink.”
I nod, a safe, settled feeling falling over me. “Good. Let’s tell him. Let’s take him now. No need to wait.”
THE BETA AT THE FRONT desk gave us directions to our beta’s room, ecstatic to hear we had chosen Zilas.
I knock gently and the door immediately swings open, our beta standing shirtless in front of us, trousers loosely laced.
“Alphas,” he greets quietly.
I smile, fully intending to grill him later on what we might have interrupted.
“Beta Zilas,” Azane answers, “Would you join Pack Traex?”
He blinks, big black eyes filling wetly. He looks down, nodding silently.
Finally he answers, “I would.”
“Good,” I say, smiling genuinely. “We would love for you to come with us. Today.”
He looks up, eyes flicking between us.
“Now?” He swallows, a gulp working down his very blue neck. “I... I need some time. To... pack, but mainly to wrap up things with my bakery...”
Azane tilts her head, smiling in the winning way of hers. “Can you not handle it via handheld? Our home has acceptable service and is not far from Citradoth.”
His pretty face tilts, horns angling as well. “Not far from Citradoth?”
I frown. “Unfortunately, far enough that it would be impossible for you to be regularly in the city to run a bakery.”
Zilas nods, eyes flicking between us. “Sure. Today.” He nods decisively. As though if he lets us out of his sight, he’s afraid we’ll change our mind. “I just need to swing by my bakery, talk to my partner.” He steps back from the door. “Please, come in. It won’t take me long to pack.”
We enter his small room, and the first thing I notice is how clean it is. I approve.
Zilas drops to his knees, tail across the floor for balance, and digs under his tiny bed. After a few moments of rustling, he emerges holding a duffel.
I catch Azane frowning and I put a reassuring hand on her back.
She’s likely thinking the same as I am: meager quarters here at the Beta House.
We had only spent the required two revolutions in an Alpha House, but the rooms had been much more plush.
I lean into her body, and her arm wraps around my back. “Don’t worry, baby, we’ll spoil him,” I whisper.
She nods. “Our little omega too. Fuck, I can’t wait to meet her.”
I growl, heat diving through me. I can’t wait for her. Only three more sleeps.
“Do you need a hand, Zilas?” Azane offers.
He spins, the small braids in his silky dark blue hair flying. He looks absolutely shocked. I bite my cheek as sorrow fills me heavily.
For a Celnoe that wants a pack, I imagine it must be terribly lonely to be here. To be alone.
Azane and I met when her pack moved in next door to where my family lived in Citradoth.
My fathers, alphas, helped run a farming co-op along with my one mother, another alpha.
My other mother, an omega, raised us with the help of our charax father.
We grew up running and playing, helping with gardening and household chores.
My tail was barely brushing the ground when Azane’s mother and father moved in.
It was just the two of them, betas, and Azane, their little alpha kit.
We knew immediately we liked each other; we were drawn together.
Inseparable for our school years, we then moved to the Alpha House in Figate for training.
Years passed, once we moved Citradoth, happily together, just us.
We forged community bonds; making friends and supporting each other.
But not three revolutions ago, we heard of an intentional community named Setias, not too far outside of Citradoth. Meant to be a return to traditional Celnoe ways, traditional living. We signed up, interviewed, and were approved.
We’ve spent the last couple revolutions building our home and learning to be a helpful part of our community. It was Azane who pushed for an omega. She thought we were ready. And maybe we were.
I had considered us solid—our bonds, our relationships, our now-finished home. But the requirements for signing up for an omega through the Concord agreement... we didn’t meet them.
She talked me into it, the persuasive beast that she is. She was right. We’d never heard of a pack waiting less than several revolutions for a matched omega. We’d have plenty of time to find a charax.
“Ready,” Zilas says, tossing a second bag over his arm.
Azane and I both make a noise of displeasure, moving forward and taking a duffel each.
“You have a pack now, Zilas. Two strong alphas. Let us take some of the burden,” Azane says tenderly.
He nods, eyes dropping without a word.