“Lucky, are you okay?”
Reluctantly lifting his head, Lucky feigned a smile for the librarian.“Yes, thank you.Just having a moment of…amazement at my own lunacy.”
The librarian flashed a confused, wavering smile and kept walking, no doubt wondering about his sanity now.But Lucky didn’t care.He’d kissed Chase and been kissed back.He could only hope that, between now and tonight, Chase didn’t regret that decision.
He was a reckless, foolish omega, but he hoped the fates and Gods were kind enough to give him a mate as amazing as Chase.If not, he might spend the rest of his life measuring every alpha against that kiss.
Chapter Five
Lucky
Lucky pushed all thoughts of Chase aside and reined in his overwrought hormones to refocus.Chase had been a welcome distraction, but Lucky still had a mountain of work to do.Now that Chase wasn’t in front of him, he re-read his last paragraph to remind himself where he’d left off.
Lucky scanned a finger over the notes and inwardly winced.It was bad enough his professor was an alpha?as were approximately ninety percent of professors at the school?but many were ignorant enough to think a male omega beneath contempt because of his biology.
Did he ask to have a womb?No.
Did he ask to be born with a cock—perfectly functioning, actually, Lincoln!—and a womb, and the pretty flower folds that protected his chamber?No, absolutely not.
Would he trade them for the basic anatomy of an alpha male?Not on his life.
Lucky might be a classically unflattering build, short at five-six and plump.He might wear his wheat-coloured hair to his waist or in elaborate braids or buns.He might have jumped at the opportunity for his Aunt Paulette, the talented omega designer, to paint the sigils under his skin the moment he turned of age, but it was his body.Hewas in control of how it looked and what he did to it.Until his alpha mate stole that power.
Chase’s brief visit had been a surprise, but the fact he’d asked Lucky on a date, then asked about true mates, had been unexpected.If Chase was his mate, he doubted he’d ever face that horrible judgement over his figure, sigils or hair.
Snorting at that unlikely scenario, Lucky returned to writing.He re-read the explanation about slick and created a new line.
An interesting sidenote: slick is the number one reason for omegas being hurt, harassed or kidnapped in the modern world.It has been medically proven that, if omegas feel fear, sadness or pain, they physicallycannotproduce slick.
Humming, he squinted at a scribble at the bottom of the page he couldn’t decipher.Frustrated, he lifted the notebook and tilted it into the light, shaking his head at the multiple misspellings in the paragraph, which he’d been smart enough to rewrite.
BONDING/MATING
The Gods?the omega Goddess, Omha, and Her alpha mate, Azrah?choose a true mate for every alpha and omega, pairing one to the other like two halves of a soul split in two.
When an alpha is nineteen, they are capable of sensing their true mate.They will sense the bond approximately one year before their omega, though no medical reason can explain why.An alpha may reveal the bond to their omega and begin courting or hide the bond and delay.
An alpha who loses their omega?to death or to a bonding with a chosen alpha?has the right to submit a ‘Nullification of Mating’ to the courts.This will acknowledge the alpha is free to mate another omega.Of course the omega must be free of their true mate bond or have the permission of their true mate to nullify their bond.
In contrast, betas can marry other betas, an alpha who has lost their omega, or an omega who has been abandoned by their true mate.
Lucky read his notes, pleased he was coming to a close.It already looked badly over word count, and he didn’t want to cut a single word.
CONCLUSION
Despite the generations of hard-fought battles and hidden pain omegas endured since our creation, not much has changed.Alphas still rule the world.
They can influence omegas in three fundamental ways—by using their flare to manipulate omegas, by suppressing our education, and by hiding the knowledge of true mates.
In a world where everyone applauds omegas for the advancements we have made, any progress has been at the hands of alphas.Our battles have been fought in secret, behind closed doors.
Our history is rich, vast and beautiful.Our story has been lost in the fight for freedoms that should have been granted to us for merely existing.We, as much as any alpha or beta, are children of the great alpha God Azrah and the extraordinary omega Goddess Omha.We should be respected, honoured and cherished for being their children, as all alphas and betas are.
Stabbing the final full stop, Lucky nodded, believing every word.
Reluctantly, he checked the word count and breathed a sigh of relief.It was twenty-five words under the maximum limit, enough to sit comfortably until tonight, when he got home and would re-read the essay to check for changes, mistakes or potential additions.
Eyeing the clock, Lucky clicked Save and closed the document, pushing his seat back with a sense of satisfaction.It was time to head to class.
