“Yes, dearie, I know that, but you can’t bring plants or animals. Didn’t you read your packet?”
I bite my lip.I mean, kinda?
To be honest, I had gotten distracted, daydreaming about leaving this shit planet with all these people just fucking things up.
“But... Ineedcoffee,” I weakly respond.
She laughs and puts it down, zipping up my bag. She gives it a pat.
“It’s roasted! It won’t like...growor anything,” I argue, trying desperately to get my bean juice to come with me.
“Just between us, Tristan, the procedure on Celnoe to get bio-materials approved is pretty weak. A few short forms. The omega we sent last month, the first to Celnoe, just got her pet fish zapped over. So I imagine you’ll be able to get this sent.” She winks. “But, procedure says it has to stay. I’ll hold on to it for you.”
I nod, pursing my lips.How am I going to caffeinate?
“Alright, sign here and we’ll get you back for your translator implantation, and we’ll get you on the gurney.”
Yes. Beam me up Space Daddies.
AS MY EYES OPEN BLEARILY, I realize I’m naked.
Yeah, that tracks, I think offhandedly.
A huge winged man appears over me, his chiseled face painfully beautiful.
“Are you my alpha?” I ask as my head lolls to the side.
“No, human, not me. They’ll be here soon. Their notes say they wanted a few more tests done. I’m going to give you something to relax you. You’ll be fine.”
A sharp poke in my arm and I drift off, his feathers dancing in my vision.
I vaguely recall my thighs being lifted and a filling sensation as huge falcons fly over me in the room, which is now filled with rainbows.
But the next coherent thought I have is the startled blue face over mine, as I hear from another alien, “He’smale.”
“...Didn’t you...”
“Busy with the Care and Feeding of Humans manual...”
“Well, it’s fine, of course...”
“...just surprised.”
As things come blearily into focus, I realize I’m now covered by a soft blanket. I see three aliens standing over me. My eyes settle on the one near my feet: skin a pretty medium blue, dark blue hair brushing his shoulders, ocean eyes focused on my face. His horns grow outward before dipping in, only to flare out again. They look dangerous.
I turn to look at the two on my left. Women. Err... females?Shit, that might not be culturally appropriate.
They are gorgeous. Tall, slender, both with horns. One has luminous pastel gray skin and shaggy hair. The other has skin that leans purple and shockingly dark blue eyes. She raises her hand delicately and places it on my cheek.
“Omega, are you well?” Her voice is lyrical, lilting.
Clearing my throat, I respond, “I think so.”
Turning my gaze to look at the male at the foot of my cold metal gurney I suddenly feel very naked. “Are you my alpha?” I ask him.
He snorts as the women make rude noises. Suddenly, I’m scooped up. I yelp as I wrap an arm around the purplish one’s shoulders.
“I am alpha Azane, first of Pack Traex. This,” she nods at the other female, as she turns to the door, “is alpha Inken, your ebondenn.” We head down the hallway, the blanket held firmly around me.
