Page 5 of Terror

They all nod, eager to be dismissed and get on with servicing her, and I’m fucking annoyed. The dress was way too short, her cute little painted toes bare and visible to everyone. Not to mention she’s under five feet tall, petite, curvy, and not unlike a Regha Omega in the size department. I’m fond of small feisty things…and kittens.

“You marked the door,” I say. They nod. It wasn’t a question. “She’ll forget about me and my idiotic promise.”

“Admission of a fault. I am in heavens,” Dreikx says.

“Shhh, I’m thinking.”

“You’ve acquired a new skill set.” He winks.

Shaking my head, I laugh. “And you four are already back from escorting her home because…?”

“She lives next door.”

“How convenient,” Dreikx says. “And now no work will be done as the Alpha Collector begins his obsessive behaviors.Where is the Omega? What is she doing? Wearing? Eating? WHERE IS SHE?” He chuckles. “I will resume my efforts to find the Betaren project people after the obsessive period. When will it be over? I enjoy working on deadlines.”

“Six months, and you’ve made little progress on the Betaren front,” I remind him. “It’s the equivalent of a dead end. If anything, the pills’ distribution got easier. Now we also have an addiction problem on our hands. Omegas can’t shake off the drug. This is a social Omega crisis, and our crown prince along with the king returns in less than ten days. I will have something to show them, yes?” I look around the room.

“Yes, cousin,” Sotay says, eyes on the floor.

In agreement, Dreikx nods. When presented with facts, he knows we failed. “We are stalled,” he says.

“I hate stagnation.”

“Switch tactics,” Sotay suggests. “Try something new.”

“Did the Omega say anything else?” I ask my Collectors.

“Focus, Loven’s child,” Dreikx says.

Sotay snorts.

I’m not amused. My dad has threatened Dreikx with strangulation multiple times. I can see why. My temperament comes from my mother, one of the reasons the king trusts me with Omegas. I’m even-tempered, but Dreikx tempts me.

“She’s not bad on the eyes,” Sotay says, batting his eyelids at me.

“Not helping here,” Dreikx counters.

“I don’t know why I promised such an outrageous thing.”

“I do.” Dreikx raises a hand. “Because, around Omegas, the Regha male brain malfunctions. Even your king’s brain lapses into poor judgment around the queen. It is as if you have no filtering capabilities.”

I lean across the table. “And yet we conquered Earth while your Telean people are still stuck in the same galaxy, wondering what is beyond. We conquered it with might and the will to survive. Our nation thrives in the abundance of Omega pussy, while your numbers are dwindling.”

Still, servicing an Omega in heat will take days, if not an entire week. My aunt Cyan’s heat lasts for ten days. I scrub my face.

“If I may,” Dreikx says.

“Go on.”

“If the Omega lives in this neighborhood, she is wealthy. It is a known fact some of the more elite classes of humans have elected to skip registering.”

“Get to the point. Just say it.”

“We follow the wealth. She can get serviced. You can get information.”

I snort. “I doubt she knows anything.”

“A dealer. She knows one.”

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