CHAPTER 10
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They allowed me to stay in my room although that was for my ‘safety’. Part of me wondered if that was ‘ordered’. I’d like to think it was kindness. Waiting rooms and medical laboratories gave me cabin fever.
And yet, I pondered if there was something if not sinister, then worrisome. I never was ugly. However, I wasn’t ‘Gay Handsome’. I would never stand above six feet and flex with thick, shiny muscle. Now I had a spaceship full of men that stared with hungry eyes. Just a momentary flicker of course, then a glance to Melk, before they looked away.
I look like an Omega to men without one. What do you expect?
Time to think about something else.
I stared with pride at the ‘Next Gen’ themed room. No stone walls, although I had grey and black monitors. Brown minimalistic furniture and blue-purple lights decorated about.
Thanks to the implant, I could look up information. They could trek along the stars, but no transporter technology as far as I could tell. However, they could alter the environment to whatever they wanted with nanites. Maybe it was to take my mind off my upcoming operation, but I experimented with voice commands. Hence my room that looked more sci-fi than real alien environments.
It didn’t take all the worry away but some. It was both a curse and a blessing to not have the operation occur right away. On one hand, I wasn’t undergoing the knife or whatever passed for one up here. An image of a white, vibrating blade popped into my head.
Damn, that’s cool.
I shook my head in wonder. Just this one invention could change the Earth for the better and they have more.
All the children on Earth who couldn’t get an education, now could.
its up to me to help that happen.
I accessed the Galactic database with no clear search beyond ‘Omega’ or rather Femeni. To their credit, Melk and Trevah told the truth.
Although, I wished it wasn’t. The history was there for anyone to read or watch. On Earth, nobody hid the fact that women originally couldn’t vote. It was the same here.
The Omega’s second-class status was as much of history as their war against the Gloom. There was nothing overt like ‘How to Subjugate your Omegas 101’. Just casual mentions of Omegas with a noticeable slant. Mocking tones if anyone ‘rose above their station’.
Articles on how to protect Omegas due to their limited minds. Yet, the tone changed as the sickness spread and millions passed away. I went through three personal stories before I decided I had enough. Words were bad.
Holographic recordings made it seem like I was there, and I didn’t need that. I couldn’t stop the Volardi from their announcement. If it didn’t work out, I was in no worse position than when they found me. I thought falling towards oceanic rock had a certain amount of romantic appeal.
It was just sad. I turned toward a soft chime at the door and it slid open. Melk and Trevah stood at the door. Melk’s wide frame blocked most of my view while Trevah smiled softly as if he were trying to relax me.
Melk’s deep voice rang out. “Ready?”
“Absolutely not, but let’s do this anyway.”
He put a wide firm hand on my shoulder and gooseflesh went out as I breathed in his cinnamon musk. “I think this Omega’s got some Alpha in him.”
I wouldn’t mind Alpha in me.
Heat flash over my face while Melk breathed in deeply. Even Trevah wrinkled his nose. Neither man looked pained. After a few heartbeats, they both blinked as if coming out of a dream.
“Most of the delegation is here,” said Trevah. I suppose there was an obvious question. To his credit he got it.
“Nobody as high up as the Emperor, of course.”
“Of course,” I said.
“However, members of his Royal Quarter are here to observe. Serendipity is important to my people and they want to experience its entirety.” Nothing was said, but I took a step forward while the men walked to my side.
Along the stone hallways I saw men of various sizes and shades of skin. Some Alpha and others Beta but all incredibly cute and muscled. They were alien, but it was like someone mixed features from different races on earth. Some had dark skin, but with eyes like someone from Japan. Others were thick and blond like the stereotypical German but with skin from the Tropics.
No matter the look, all stood at attention with shoulders straight and fixed gazes. The hungry look I saw before was there but something more. I had no reason to expect alien gestures would be the same as ours. Yet, they all nodded to me and the implant, confirmed the sign of respect.
Maybe in another world, if I was born into their race, they wouldn’t do this. Especially, if it was before the great deaths. Tragedy, and a second chance from the universe told the Volardi they should be grateful.
I walked through a row of men toward my destiny. For the first time in my life, the short little guy felt like the tallest man in the room.
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