“They found our omega.”
“Shit!”
Her face takes on a frantic edge. “It hasn’t even been aturn! Shit!” she cusses again, running her hands through her shaggy gray waves. “We don’t have a third!”
I cringe and she looks at me accusingly. She blurts, “Iknewwe shouldn’t have lied!”
“That’s on me,” I sigh, closing my eyes.
“What the fuck are we gonna do, Azane?” she demands.
Inken is organized and ordered. This probably has her on the edge of panic: I know my mate.
But luckily, I also know how to be an aleron. My job in the pack is to protect, to guard and problem-solve.
I pull up a page on my handheld. “We’re getting a beta,” I declare confidently.
“A beta?” she questions, calmer immediately, and scoots close to me. Her body leans against mine as she peers at my handheld.
“Yup,” I nod, “More likely that we can quickly find a nice, chill beta that will fit in the pack rather than another alpha.” I click a few things on the planetary matching system’s page. “Male or female?” I ask Inken.
“Male,” she responds without thought. “I want my omega pregnant on the first heat.”
Sounds lovely to me.
Chapter Two
Tristan
Itug my phone out of the pocket of my canvas jacket and tap the green button.
“Mr. Moore?”
“Yes?” I say to the sweet-sounding old lady on the other end of the phone. I hadn’t recognized the number.
“We need you to come back to the testing center.”
Oh, it’s the alien people.
“Uh, why?” I weave through people waiting for the museum to open. My tour shifts on Tuesdays are usually the busiest, and I’m a bit late. My bike was faster than the subway, turns out.
“You’re an omega, my dear. Congratulations! We need to do some further testing and a questionnaire, and we can start looking for your pack!”
I freeze, hand out to grab the side door. “I...what?”
“You’re an omega! You must be so excited!” She repeats, sounding like a grandmother who is congratulating me on making the honor roll.
Oh shit.I take a deep breath. Okay, okay. My mind races, as I stand, still frozen in shock.
Goodbye shitty, tiny apartment and frozen meals, right?
“Alright. Sure. Will this evening work?” I ask, stepping into the warmth of the museum. I wave at Josh, the security guy, who nods in his usual manner.
“Perfect, see you then!” she chirps.
Well, holy shit.
Chapter Three
