Ready to get railed by some huge blue aliens.
Chapter Six
Azane
The mobile turns onto a yet-smaller hover-road as we weave steadily through the forest.
“While we do not have any particular product or skill-set we offer to the community, this is true for most packs,” I tell Zilas. His horns are tilted toward me, clearly listening, as he takes in the huge glohas trees.
Inken takes up the conversation, “We finished our home just a few turns ago. Azane designed it, and we built it with the help of the community.”
“That’s wonderful,” Zilas says, looking up through the transparent ceiling of the transport.
“Agreed,” Ink says, “We are, as such, expected to help new packs build their homes.”
“Of course, that’s fair.” Zilas’s eyes find mine. “It sounds like a wonderful community. Like Celnoe had before the large cities came into popularity.”
I nod. “Have you always lived in Citradoth, Zilas?”
His blue cheeks darken in embarrassment. “Uh, yes. My parents lived there when I was born. They died when I was a young kit. I grew up in a home for youth on the north end of the city.”
I place a hand on his thigh. He jumps, but after a breath, places his hand over mine.
“Have youeverbeen out of the city?” I ask gently.
“Yes, growing up they took us to Glassy Gorge every summer. And since being at the Beta House, several of us go to the hot springs outside of Keeleche Cove during the winter.” He pauses, “But I’ve never been southeast of Citradoth. The forest here is incredible.”
We turn onto the last hover-road before our home and I sit straighter.Silly, we were only gone for a day, but... I missed our home.I don’t know how to explain it. Ink would tease and call me a stick in the mud. But... it’s more than that. This is ourhome. That I designed, with her input and the idea of an omega and a family in our future. It’s perfect and I love it, love the touches we added, love the blank spaces for our omega and any future packmates, and more importantly, any kits we may have.
When our house comes into view, Zilas gasps. I grin.That’s a suitable response, I consider, as I take in the tall turret, where I had left some ebret bulbs burning, to guide us home.
The mobile stops on this side of a long, shallow pond. As the door opens, I step out, holding my hand out to Zilas.
He takes it gently and climbs out, eyes as wide as valturi leaves. Ink follows, both his bags in tow.
“C’mon Zilas,” I purr, my rumble kicking up low in my chest, happy to have given this male everything he’d ever dreamed of. “Come see your home.”
We walk across the wooden boardwalk which cuts over the wet, not-quite-pond area to our home. I hear onkad zip and buzz low over the water—looking for sarrak, no doubt. Zilas is silent.
When we get to the rounded door, I twist the narrow handle and press it open. Zilas’s breath catches as we step in and his eyes take in the space.
Will our omega be as impressed as Zilas?I sure as fuck hope so.
Earth homes. I should research that.A bit of nerves hit me. I haven’t done near enough research on my omega’s home planet. Been rather busy with this beta thing.
Inken enters and stops to watch our beta.
Our pack.
How incredible.
“We’ll give you a tour later, but let me show you your rooms,” I softly offer.
He nods and I head around the large ennihas tree that emerges through the floor. I take the curved staircase up, the late evening light filtering in the vast windows.
At the first curve, the floor extends away from the staircase, a closed door near. “My room,” I explain.
We continue until the next. “Ink’s room,” I offer.
