Page 1 of Knot Our Omega

CHAPTER ONE

LUKA

"I'm sorry, there has been a mistake." The woman, a Mrs. Harriet, sat in front of us with eyes that shifted around nervously. "Alpha."

"A mistake," I repeated as the letter of distribution, the letter of acceptance, crumbled in my hand.

"Y-yes." Her head nodded vigorously, her hair pulled back so tightly into a bun that not a single strand moved. "A mix up."

My voice was hard when I spoke again. "Well, fix it."

"I- we can't fix it." She was looking everywhere but at me, unable to make eye contact.

I ground my back molars, frustrated with the situation. "Why not?"

"She's gone."

"Gone?"

"There was a mix up, as I said. Her placement paperwork printed twice. She had already been assigned to a unit. They collected their omega yesterday."

"My omega," I corrected her.

"Theirs."

"This paper in my hand, the paper you sent me after we paid a large chunk of money to your organization, states she was mine. Our numbers had been pulled; it is our time. We've waited years," I reminded her.

Her fingers fidgeted in her lap. "Yes, well. Some units wait longer."

"That is some units’ problem, not ours. Had you not sent out this paper promising us our omega, and collecting the rest of the funds... I'd have gladly waited longer. We traveled here at your request." I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to not take my anger out on the beta female in front of me. It wasn't her fault that Omega Industries fucked up. It's what happens when you leave such high responsibilities in the hands of weak beings. "We will not leave here without her."

"We'll reimburse you," she promised.

"If money was an issue, I'd not have had an application in with Omega Industries to begin with," I reminded her. Omega Industries aren't for the poor. It's for those units that can afford to treat their Omega like a queen. Those who can offer her anything she desired and then some. Those who could afford to raise a family they create.

It hadn't always been like this. Hadn't always been so regulated. Now, with the omega population dying out and the world filled with betas, regulating the omegas in hopes to repopulate was our only priority. As alpha, I took this responsibility seriously, building a unit of those I could trust with our omega’s life.

"I'm sorry, alpha." The beta's head lowered down, staring at the desk. "I cannot retrieve her from her placement. All eligible omegas are placed."

"And ineligible?" Felix, my delta, asked.

"Excuse me?" The beta looked confused at his question, but I knew his line of thought.

Felix licked his lip before responding. "If you state all eligible are taken, then that leaves room to believe you have omegas that you deem ineligible. Is this correct?"

She nodded once. "Yes, sir."

"And what is the reason they aren't considered to be eligible?" Alfie, my beta, wondered out loud. "Can you elaborate for us?"

Mrs. Harriet had no problem meeting his eyes. "Some are less than... desirable in the looks department. Others haven't entered their first heat. Some still do not agree with the system of not having a choice. They became slightly more... rebellious."

"I see." Felix rubbed his chin. "So no other eligible..."

The silence hung way too long while our eyes bored into the woman. Finally, she caved, her shoulders lowering, her fingers gripping the desk in defeat. "There is one possibility... but..."

"Where is she?" I demanded.

"I urge you to reconsider." Mrs. Harriet reminded us, "There is always the next round of distributions."

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