Page 4 of Terror

“Alpha.”

She ignores the correction and traces my bottom lip with her blunt fingernail. “I need this house for my birthday party.”

I shake my head. “No.”

Plush glossy lips pinch, and pain slices my middle. I bend over in agony. The Omega kneed me in the groin! She spins on her sandals and leaves the same way she came, head held high, dress riding up her little ass. The metal chastity contraption I wear constricts my engorged dick, and I suppress a whine. Sotay stands at the door, a grin on his face. He walks to me, pulling out a five dollar bill. He licks it and slaps it on my forehead.

With a groan, I stand and get rid of the bill, then try to push my dick back into the contraption, but it’s not gonna fit back inside. Kitten made me hard the moment she walked in here with that bratty attitude, demanding a venue. The contraption cuts my skin, and I rush to the bathroom we have no need for, slip off my pants, and snap off the contraption. My dick springs up, hard, ready, and fucking angry it got cut on the side. To stop the bleeding, I press a cloth over the cut, eyeing the contraption at the same time. I won’t put it back on.

Sighing, I tuck my dick back in my pants and return to my office to sit behind the desk, staring at the empty hallway, replaying the image of the little Omega ass walking away from me. A clear image of the same ass appears before my eyes. Only now it’s streaked red from spanking. My dick twitches, and I smile.

A hand waves before my view. I blink back to the present to see both Dreikx and Sotay sitting across from me, expecting something.

“Yes?” I prompt.

Dreikx sighs. “It has never failed to amaze me that the moment an Omega walks into a room, the attention span of a Regha Alpha male is reduced to that of a microbe.”

“I am a Collector. Omegas are my duty. Speaking of which.” I spin in the leather chair and see out the window a unit of four Collectors slipping through the gates. They’ll follow the Omega home, mark her door, and return. “I’m sure she is unregistered.”

“At this point, the register should no longer be shared with the Human Alliance,” Dreikx says.

I spin back around and nod. “What’s there is there, but the Collectors aren’t updating it anymore.” The register consists of the digital records of the Omega population, which we shared with the mayors of the cities.

Dreikx nods.

“This Omega has been ingesting Betaren twice a week for a year,” I say.

“Is that what I smelled?” Sotay asks. “Funny scent.”

“Tainted Omega pussy scent.” Regha Omegas display their dynamic on their body, namely facial markings that identify them as Omegas. When you see a Regha Omega, you know her dynamic. Human Omegas are incredibly difficult to identify, and we mainly go by scent, which is not always accurate. During my training, I spent a lot of time with my aunt Jewel, queen of Regha, whose dynamic eluded everyone except our king.

The king taught me how to use other means of identification. But as a Regha male, my first instinct is to scent, and Betaren taints the Omega scent, something we cannot allow.

In Mexico, the prince hunts the male responsible for the rebel uprising, a plot to seize his crown, and in his absence, the command defaults to me. “Why are we stalled with the Betaren project? I want it accelerated. Let’s spread out to…” I pause as I see Tabby’s unit of Collectors enter the gates. I open the window and wave them inside.

“Because we keep losing focus,” Dreikx deadpans.

“Quiet, you.” The Collectors line up at the door. “Report.”

“We escorted the Omega home,” my male says.

“And?”

“She said to tell you you’ve sent her into heat. She expects you to show up at her door with flowers and an apology.”

“She’s not really in heat. It was just a display. It’ll go away in a few hours.”

“She’s in heat, Alpha.”

I groan. “What did I say I’d do?”

“Service her yourself,” Sotay says.

Fuck. Me.

“We volunteer.” My unit’s Alpha steps up, eyes wide and expectant.

“Is that so?”

---