Page 16 of The First Alpha on the Planet
“Well, you know probably as much as I. Thank you for the rations, acquaintances.” I nodded and waved them off as they beamed.
I strolled on, approaching the estate as I let myself in with a shout announcing my presence—if Merriel didn’t tell them, anyway.
“We’re in the parlor,” a disembodied voice spoke from the ceiling, Vil transmitting the message.
As I strolled, a remotely operated probe, sparkling new in gleaming white ceramic coating, hovered in behind me.
As I squinted at the Terran technology, wondering if Merriel had found himself something new to inhabit, a feminine laugh piqued from the device. A familiar laugh…
“Aw, fuck. Leticia?” I whipped around and stared at the ball.
“I recognize your brainstem chip’s signature, but your form has changed. Wallace NTH-4-690.” She hovered, a light whining noise accompanying her orblike form.
I grimaced. “Roan is here.”
With a shake of my head, I made my way toward the parlor as Leticia whizzed by me. “Ooooohhhh, Merrrrieellllll. Hehehe!”
Her singsong voice and accompanying giggle made my tail shiver with discomfort.
A spiderlike crab of a probe crawling over one of the floor cushions next to Nexus froze in place. “Leticia! Ahh!”
A rather unmanly, high-pitched scream preceded his probe retracting all six of his legs and sensors, the indicator light of his activity turning off with a sad little beep.
Vil stared at the inactive Merriel and reached over, prodding the husk. “Wondered when she’d get here.”
The orb-shaped probe of Leticia hovered over and extended clawlike legs before dropping down to pick the probe up. While the spectacle panned out, many sets of eyes locked onto the display and made no move to stop the other AI from kidnapping and absconding with ours.
“Bye bye, Merr-il.” A little orange omega waved from his spot on the floor, surrounded by little trinket toys in strange shapes and made from translucent opalescent crystal. Bright-blue eyes flicked toward me and brightened. “WALLISSSH!”
“Noah!” I opened my arms and dropped the bags as I lowered my form to the ground. One babe then two bolted toward me, and I swept them up, supporting the two with my tail to situate them. “And, Nexus! Have you two been good?”
“No! I bite!” Nexus grinned, extraordinarily proud of himself.
“Oh, who did you bite?” I leaned my head down to butt foreheads with the little one.
“Everyone,” Noel said. His yawn of a voice drew my gaze as he lay on one of the floor cushions in a languid sprawl. A slight swell to his belly pushed out over the waistband of his linen-type pants. The cropped top of a shirt he wore, adorned with gleaming beads, put the swell on proud display. As reserved as he’d been about a second child so soon, he’d been remarkably pleased with it in the end, as well as Vil. Though, they both swore they’d be more careful in future seasons.
Yeah, right.
Everyone had agreed Noel only went into season again so soon because of the new environment surrounded by other seasoned omegas. But, despite Noel’s season having passed, the estate still held lingering notes of sweetness.
“Everyone? Even Noah?” I stared Nexus down with a frown and earned a sheepish shake of his head.
“No bite Noah.” The way he said Noah was special to him. The little one was his companion from the moment he hatched. And his name was special among the infected omegas. The call to attention of the Colthraxians,Colthraxia Noa. Colthraxians eternal. His name meant forever. The beginning of it. The first child born of an infected.
I set the two down and picked up the bag, pulling from it two pristine little blue cookies. They each took one with little snatching fingers and ran off into another room to enjoy their treat in quiet. And there was one more cookie still in the bag… I could have split it between the two when they returned, but a new omega sat quietly nearby Noel, decked out in Terran clothing. And from the sweet scent in the air, I could only guess he was on Roan’s ship and being driven to season, too. As he gave me a sly, sideways glance, I immediately recognized his face, which had remained largely unchanged. “Roan?”
“Wallace.” His glare accompanied an unrestrained flick of surliness, almost childish in its nature. He was waiting for something.
I studied him; lean lines cut into a dusky sort of purple that reminded me of the light of a dying star filtered through a radioactive haze in a debris belt. And his hair? Dark, almost black. Eyes? They reminded me of tourmalines.
“Say it. Go ahead.” Roan glared at me as he sat up and gave me a rather churlish look. “I’m lavender.”
His appearance, the scent, the snarky tone… For the first time in a while, my dick, ever sleeping, woke. As if a cat curled up in a port window, watching debris caught in orbit, I could imagine one eye peeking open with a feigned disinterest. A little purr and a voice as coarse as two stones grinding together mewled a little, ‘This one is pleasing.’
Of all the omegas to perk my cock up. Roan.And my tail? It agreed, curling in that salacious invitation.
“Thought you were an alpha.” I didn’t take my usual spot, but rather shuffled over and swatted him with my tail to move over. “I like this better.”
