Luca
Waking up with Elara in my arms was something I believed alphas often dreamed about doing. Knowing that for the first time in my life, ever since I had matured into an alpha, I no longer needed to fear if it would be the day that I would slip into insanity.
The matron and her deltas that ran Syzygy Station knew what position they were in. They held the true power over the universe with their sanctuary built. By controlling the omega population, they held every alpha by their throat.
Omegas weren’t required to have an alpha nearby whenever they were in heat. Between the suppressants that my company supplied, willing betas, and the number of pleasure toys designed by the same deltas that housed them, the modern generation of omegas could live without ever feeling an alpha’s knot. It was the bond mark that created problems for omegas. Once bit, it was impossible to remove the psychic connection forged between a mated pair once it healed.
The only known way to sever the bond was to kill one. In the past, omegas were targeted by other mated alphas, hoping their death would tilt their enemy into insanity, which would lead to a kill on sight order placed on them. If a rival alpha were unmated, they would torture the omega until their alpha came and then murder them to claim the newly freed omega for themselves instantly.
It was a dark and uncivilized time.
And yet, our ancestors should’ve foreseen where we are today.
Alphas were no longer in charge--not when it came to the position the deltas placed us in. We may be capable of barking commands and have the physical strength that wasn’t mirrored in another role gender.
Because deltas were able to resist an alpha’s bark and an omega’s whine, along with being affected by aromas, they were able to govern the universe. If an alpha wanted to not spiral into insanity, they needed to come up with the funds to provide tithes to the station to have the opportunity to be investigated.
If they continue to raise their fees and requirements to enter The Den, the Matron and her enforcers would have a problem on their hands. Alphas were already at their limit. Make enough alphas frustrated, and they would revolt, ending the delta’s control over the omega population.
Now that I have Elara, my only wish was not to be at the station when it happened. Instead, I needed to focus on what my clan wanted, and that was to buy an exotic house of our own, away from the Coco Pharma, so we could enjoy a relaxing vacation whenever we weren’t needed.
I would calm down once we establish a base at a beta-owned resort, away from all of the fighting that would break out.
Sitting up on my side, I carefully brushed back loose strands of Elara’s hair from her neck to see how my claim was healing. She winced. I halted and held my breath as I waited to see if you should wake up. Instead, she let out a sigh and rubbed her ass against my softened cock.
Over our newly formed psychic connection, I could feel her thoughts muted as she remained in a peaceful slumber. It would take time to get used to having another intimately know my mind. The closer we become, the more we would be able to pick up from each other.
How could an alpha be able to abuse someone that was an extension of themselves?
Refusing to let my flaccid member become excited by her plush ass, I tilted it away, not wanting to wake her up by poking her prematurely. Even though I would love to take her as often as she demanded, I needed to keep a hold of myself and let her neck heal.
We weren’t out of the asteroid field yet. Her heat was getting closer by the hour, and I needed my claim to be completely healed by then. I wouldn’t be able to settle until it has. Witnessing how red and angry it appeared, it took all of my control to not jump out of her nest and gather Seth.
The last thing I wanted to do was to give her a wrong impression by having her wake up with me beside her.
A ding vibrated through the silence of the room as the wall vidcom lit up with Syzygy’s logo. I cursed at the crew member who allowed an outsider to interrupt my first morning as a bonded alpha.
Elara yawned and twisted in my embrace. Her hazel eyes found mine, and she jolted awake. I could sense how shocked she was for waking up within my arms from the remembrance of what happened last night. Her dazed annoyance took over our connection from the vidcom's ringing.
"Can't you shout that up?" Elara complained with a frown. "Why would someone at the station want anything to do with me?"
"Not anyone," I corrected. "There was only one person who was bold enough to contact us at this time."
"And that would be Quinn," Elara let out a sigh. "She has always been a stickler when it comes to me needing to wake up early. She hated letting me sleep in even though I wasn't needed somewhere or to do something until later in the day."
"If I don't answer it, she will think I've taken you hostage or something," I hedged. "I don't need a swarm of enforcers at my bay door, demanding entrance. "
"Then answer it." Elara picked up a nearby discarded blanket, threw it over our lower bodies, and repositioned herself against my side. “So I can go back to bed.”
“System. Open coms.”
“About time,” Quinn huffed before the screen updated to the view of her face. “I was starting to think the both of you were still mating from the amount of time it took for you to answer.”
“We were sleeping,” Elara complained to her old caretaker and frowned. “You know how much I love it.”
“It’s good for you to create a habit out of it.” Her sharp brown eyes locked onto Elara’s shoulder, and she grinned. “It seems I have to congratulate the two of you for establishing a sacred connection between alpha and omega.”
“Should I have my medic look at it?'' I asked the delta, hating the feeling of potentially failing Elara with my hesitation. “Or is it normal?”
