Page 2 of Knot Our Omega

"In a year," I growled.

"A year will go quicker than one can imagine."

"Or a year can seem like a lifetime when your family would like to settle down and you don't have an omega to enjoy it with," I pressed. Betas had it easy. She didn't have to worry about a distribution system, or waiting until the government deemed her ready. She could reproduce with a beta and populate the world with their kind. Maybe that was why our numbers were fading, slowly dwindling into nearly nothing until our cherished females, our omegas, have become a rare and precious commodity.

With her palms flat on the desk, she pushed up. A single nod of acknowledgment was gifted us, before she strolled out ofthe room, leaving us to wait impatiently. I let my frame relax against the vinyl chair as I pictured our omega in my mind. We paid handsomely to get an omega that meets our expectations, one that was everything we'd desired. Questionnaire after questionnaire was filled out, preferences shaded in, and discussions between us were plentiful.

Long, straight, black hair would cascade down her back.

Eyes like liquid honey.

Tall, willowy, and the perfect straight nose.

Fuck. We'd been dreaming of her for ages, years of yearning for what we couldn't have and only sating our lust with meaningless fucks with willing betas. It's not the same. At least, I don't think it is. Omegas were supposed to be superior, their bodies made for us. Though I'd never experienced the pleasures an omega could bring, I’d heard the rumors. I'd give anything to find out the truth.

"Should we be worried?" Felix finally broke the silence when it grew too heavy.

"We'd be stupid not to be." Alfie sighed. "She's bringing us an omega reject."

"I doubt any omegas are ever really rejected. Their existence is too precious for that." Felix kicked Alfie's leg affectionately. "Think it's a rebel she's bringing?"

"A rebel is better than ugly." Alfie laughed.

I doubted the omega would be ugly. I'd never truly seen an ugly omega. I doubted their DNA would allow such travesties. "I don't care. As long as my mark is decorating her throat by the year’s end, I'm happy."

It's all I truly wanted. To see my bite on display, announcing she's owned and untouchable. "Feeling possessive for our rebel, are you?" Alfie taunted. "Don't you worry, all it will take is one good fuck with her dark hair wrapped around my fist and she'll give into anything you ask."

"Your confidence does not match your social standing, beta." Now that he gifted me the image, luscious inky strands locked into my fist, I wanted nothing more than to make it come true.

"You've got to be confident when you don't have a super cock like you, alpha."

I smirked at his reminder. "Jealous?" I teased.

"Undecided." I laughed. "Somedays I'm envious, others... well, it's a heavy load to bear."

My ears strained as footsteps echoed down the hall. Two sets. "They're coming."

We stood, not forgetting our manners that had been drilled into us since we were kids. The steps grew closer, tiny footfalls that somehow built anticipation. I resisted the urge to tap my feet, fighting off all forms of fidgeting. An alpha didn't fidget. We didn't show weakness. We didn't get nervous.

The handle turned, the hinges squeaked, and Mrs. Harriet stepped in. "Gentleman. I present you with your omega."

She stepped aside, gifting us with a pretty, curvy omega with curly blonde hair and glasses perched on her button nose. The scent of cherries, rich and seductive, slammed into me and I fought not to stagger. My eyes lingered as her fingers laced in front of her, twisting nervously.

"Well?" Mrs. Harriet pushed.

"She..." Fuck. That scent was making me dizzy. I couldn’t think straight. My alpha hummed his approval, wanting to mount her instantly and claim her as his. But… she wasn’t what we requested, despite her cute little curls and shy exterior that made both man and beast wild with want. "She isn't what we ordered."

CHAPTER TWO

SYDNEY

"She isn't what we ordered." The alpha's disappointed gaze skimmed over me as his words stung my soul.

Newsflash hot alpha, you aren’t exactly what I wanted either.

My inner omega disagreed. She was ready to lay at his feet and offer him anything he asked for if he promised to take us home.

She isn't what we ordered,I mocked inside my head as I watched the handsome alpha talk about me like I was invisible. If I had time, I could have prepared. Could have been ready for a unit to come collect me as best as I could. I knew I wasn’t a looker, but toss in some contacts and straighten my hair into a style the alphas tended to favor, and I could have been acceptable. Right?

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