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  Paul narrowed his eyes. “If she is an actual omega, how did you miss her scent when you got to the bed and breakfast.”

  “Well, she doesn’t give up much of it. And she had just mown grass and gotten out of a walk-in fridge. She smelled pleasant, but her scent is similar to a food item, and it was easy to dismiss. She is more mature than an untethered omega has any right to be, so it was easy to look past what my senses were telling me. It was only when she rubbed up against the boys that I started to get a clue. They were sensing what she was hiding.”

  Emily frowned. “The boys?”

  Ambrose chuckled. “Jaguars. He works for an exotic pet rescue, and these two bonded to him, so he takes them around and educates folks on why keeping them as pets is wrong. Wait. Argus, what was it she said about chickens?”

  Argus grinned. “When she offered to let the boys run at night, she said she would mark all of her animals so that the boys knew they were hers and that she was going to have to scent mark the entire flock of chickens. There was something about the idea of her rubbing all those fluffy bodies against hers that captured my imagination.”

  Ambrose blinked. “Wow. That is something. Shit. We don’t even know what her body looks like.”

  Paul frowned. “Do you need to?”

  Argus chuckled. “Eventually, yes.”

  Emily smiled. “Wait a minute. There is something from a school website from when she was on the swim team. She was really fast.”

  She flicked through sites on her phone and snagged a photo, enlarging it. “This might be inappropriate, but it was when she was fourteen, and she had just won gold for the school.”

  Argus nodded. “We are interested in her now, not her then; we just need a reference for scale.”

  Ambrose looked at his phone and said, “I am just going to ask for measurements so we can work on her wardrobe.”

  Dinner arrived, and Argus copied the reference of the school site so he could find the image again. She had been grinning, head high, proud, and holding a gold medal while other girls had their arms around her. That would have been her omega manifesting. The gaze in the girls’ eyes were slightly unfocused and worshipful.

  Emily’s face was right there next to Olivia.

  “Emily, were you friends with her?”

  Emily took her phone back. “I was. When her father started beating her, I tried to tell our church and the sheriff, but they wouldn’t help. That is when I first learned of the Beta First movement around here. She couldn’t run away, they had taken all of her resources, and when she came back after that visit, she wasn’t the same. She was nervous all the time, moved slowly, would stop, and breathe deeply at random times. If they had done some kind of FGM, that would make sense. It is horrifying but would make sense.”

  Dexter scowled. “FGM?”

  Ambrose answered, “Female genital mutilation. By removing part of the female anatomy, they remove pleasure and, therefore, the urge to sin.”

  Paul sighed. “Yeah, they had a pretty strong presence here about ten years ago. An omega born in their midst must have been a tremendous blessing as far as they were concerned. They could use her to prove their asinine theories.”

  The meal could have ceased to exist as Argus asked Emily about his new favourite topic... Olivia. He found out what she had liked, disliked, favourite colours, and that she purred easily when smug.

  Emily grinned. “And she loves jerky, spicy pepperoni sticks, that kind of thing. We used to have friendship bracelets of woven threads as well.”

  Ambrose got another email; he frowned. “Wow. Okay. Our little kitten has quite the rack.” He laughed. “And she fought them on the measurements until she was told they were for us, and even then, the betas that were around her were hypnotized by her scent. Her heat isn’t waning, but she’s healing well.”

  Argus shuddered. “Better we are here then. I don’t want to be near her until she isn’t in pain.”

  Ambrose got another picture, and he dropped his phone like it was hot. He whispered, “I asked how her sexual response was doing, and Margot took this.”

  Argus looked at the image, and his claws flexed out. Dexter saw it and groaned. Olivia was on her knees, bent back with her thighs wide, the front of her smock was torn, and her breasts were fighting to spill out the tear. Slick covered her thighs, and her hands were cupping one breast and clutching at her inner thigh.

  Argus nodded; his voice was thick with a growl. “She seems... better.”

  The air around them was thick with alpha pheromones. Emily blinked. “Uh, what’s in the picture.”

  Ambrose clutched the image to his chest. “Olivia is doing better.”

  Argus muttered, “Send me that picture.”

  Dexter murmured, “Me too.”

  Argus looked at an amused Paul and a concerned Emily. “There was nothing overtly lewd in the image, but she is getting in touch with her omega biology, and since she has chosen us, we want nothing but to be with her through this. But she is healing, so we can’t.”

  The speeches were made, the toasts were made, and the dancing started. After the requisite dances, Argus’s cousin Adra came over. She beamed. “Daddy said you might miss it. Gah, that is strong! Are you in rut or something?”

  He smiled at his cousin. “No. Not yet, but probably soon. We found an omega.”

  Adra hugged him, despite the pheromones. “Congratulations. Damn, I wish you guys had weddings or something when you did that.”

  “We don’t. But once we settle, we may have a party.”

  “That would be excellent. Come on, let’s dance.”

  He smiled and danced formally with her. He waited, and then, he heard, “Well, who is she?”

  “You may know her, but the details can wait for another day. We are hopeful that it is a good match.” He smiled. “Today is your day, and you should not have to think about unpleasant things.” He glanced over and frowned. “Shit.”

  Lara Haven was being arrested on the dance floor. The officers of the Omega Centre and the federal representatives were there, leading her out. “Lara Haven, you are being arrested under the Omega Abuse Act. Anything you say can and will be held against you at a binding tribunal.”

  Argus blinked. “I wasn’t expecting it to happen that quickly.”

  Adra blinked. “Lara? So... the jokes she made about Olivia screaming and her dad slapping her to shut her up...”

  “All true. Her dad had a surgeon lock her up, and whenever things flexed during heat… Pain.”

  “Oh, god. That is... oh, god. I laughed at her.”

  “When?”

  “When she came back from the Omega Centre and said she didn’t feel good. I called her a wannabe and a defective and... I was horrible.”

  “She never went to the Omega Centre. She’s not registered—well, she is now—but she had no protections, and her sister wouldn’t let her leave the property or have a phone.”

  “Oh, god.”

  “Don’t cry now. Don’t mess your makeup. But do know that once she recovers, if you invite me and the pride to any events, she comes along.”

  “Oh, of course. I am just reeling. So, she’s really a proper omega?”

  Argus thought to the image now saved in three places on his phone. “Oh, yeah. Definitely.”

  “Does your father’s pack know?”

  He chuckled. “You were the first after Paul and Emily.”

  Adra was serious. “Do the boys like her?”

  “The cats? Love her. Ambrose and Dexter want to lose themselves in her the same way I do. Well, not the same way as I don’t want them in the room for the first time, but that is weeks and weeks away. I believe we will be insane by then.”

  Adra laughed. “Olivia is very sweet, but she has issues.”

  “I know. She is in therapy, or she will be within a few days.”

  “On the plus side, she is adventurous and patient, so you are going to have a fun time of i
t.”

  Argus grinned. “I am looking forward to it.”

  Chapter Six

  Every time someone tried to take the cards she carefully kept in the sealed bag, she hissed. It was her precious tie to her alphas, and she wasn’t parting with it. A relieved Margot came into her apartment on Monday afternoon with a huge box. “Here. Presents from your pride. Keep them in the room, so you don’t set off any other omegas; they have also included some snacks for you and toys.”

  She perked up. Toys? Olly scrambled for the box, her shorts loose, and she opened the box that had been tacked shut again.

  “Why did they send me stuff?”

  “Because if you are going feral over old scent cards, you need your alphas to keep calm. So, since you can’t have them, you can have their scent. This is quite the variety.”

  “Ohmygod. The boys!” She pulled out two jaguar stuffed toys that smelled like the boys.

  Margot watched and chuckled as she discovered a box of lollipops, a case of spicy jerky, and hot pepperoni, bags that had fabric in them, and her fingers shook as she let a tiny bit of air out, and she smiled. “Dexter.” The next bag, “Ambrose.” The third bag she inhaled deeply as the calming cool wind washed through her. “Argus.” Her purr was thick and heavy.

  Margot stared at her. “That is impressive for someone who couldn’t do it three days ago.”

  Olly beamed at the bag full of boxer briefs, and she looked at Margot. “I will save those for later.”

  “Thanks for that.”

  She blinked at the box of graduated sex toys. “Oh. Right. I should be working on capacity.”

  Margot shook her head. “You are an odd thing. We also have toys here for you.”

  “Yeah, but I am starting at pencil and trying to work up to garlic sausage, so I need to get to work.”

  “Keep looking in the box. There’s more.”

  She grinned and found underwear that was pretty and lacy and, shockingly, in her size. “Wow. They must have really looked.”

  The object at the bottom, nearly as large as her hand, was sitting, waiting, and had a slow blinking light.

  “Is that a...”

  “It’s a phone, Olly. All yours. You can use it for data, texting, or even talking to your guys. If you want to video chat, you can do that, too, but I would wait until you are a little further along in that dildo collection for that because we don’t want those guys on our doorstep in rut.”

  Olly looked at her and asked, “How does it work?”

  Margot sat next to her at the table and explained how to use the phone, how to dial, how to hang up, how to do hands-free. Video chatting. They practised it all, and then, Margot showed her how to view her contacts and make calls to the three pre-programmed people in the phone.

  She had spent the morning and most of the afternoon with medical and taking baseline tests on her education. If she was good enough, they would let her get her GED that week. Then, she needed things like driver’s training and testing. She drove vehicles around the farm all day, but she didn’t have a license.

  Her penchant for reading would probably let her pass high school equivalence, but she didn’t want to go to her pride at a standardized disadvantage. She didn’t know what their occupations were; she did know that she wasn’t suited to one without the degrees and categories that she needed. She was trying to catch up to ten years of deprivation in one month. It was a good thing they had sent her the scent packs; they would help her concentrate or, at least, make her feel secure.

  It was the first thing they taught an omega. Your alpha would make you feel calmer with scent alone. She had three, so that meant if one was injured or dead, it was unlikely that the shock would kill her. Well, she didn’t have three yet, but she wanted to. The high whine surprised her.

  Margot looked at her and smiled. “Well, it seems that your instincts are intact. Are you going to eat in the general area today?”

  She shook her head. “No, I want to... hey, if I want to send them something. Can you forward it to them?”

  Margot nodded. “I can. Do we need a scent-locking bag?”

  Olly pursed her lips. “I would really recommend it. It isn’t for the faint of heart. Three small bags and one large... to keep it in.”

  “Fine. Courier?”

  “Yes, please. I want to thank them properly for the gift.”

  Margot laughed and ruffled her hair. “I doubt there will be anything proper about it.”

  “And I will send down for an extra sheet and a set of scissors. I have an arts and crafts project in mind.”

  “Right. I will let you go and make some calls.”

  “I am gonna flip the lock, just in case.”

  Margot laughed. “Thank you, but don’t forget dinner. Even in heat, you still need to eat.”

  Olly chuckled. “You rhymed.”

  “Right. Go make those calls. I am sure they know we have received the package by now.”

  Olly walked behind her and closed the door, locking the deadbolt before she dove to the box of toys and lay back on the bed to try the smallest. She blinked. Oh, that was easy.

  She bit her lip and skipped to the third size out of ten. This one nudged at her as she slid it inside. Still no pain. She could grip it though, that felt fun.

  She skipped to number six and lay back with her feet on the mattress and her thighs wide as she slid it in. She moaned at the feeling of being filled and slid the faux shaft in and out of her to places that hadn’t been touched before. Something hot and urgent started in her, and she blindly pressed the phone to call one of the guys.

  A low, smooth voice answered, “Hello, precious. You got our present?”

  She gasped and whispered, “Yes, it’s very nice; thank you, Ambrose.”

  His voice had a hint of tension. “Precious, are you using one of them now?”

  “Um, yes?” She gasped and moaned. “Sorry.”

  His voice changed tone. “Which one are you on, Precious?”

  “Um, six is a good starter.”

  He cursed, and there were groans in the background. “Is it inside you now, precious?”

  “Yes.” Her voice was breathy. Her slow movements were increasing that itch of urgency in her body.

  “Aw, honey, are you sliding it in and out really slow?”

  “Uh-huh.” She kept the deliberate motion up, but it was getting harder.

  “What are you feeling?”

  “Hot, itchy pressure under my skin. It wants me to go faster, but I want to make it last. First times shouldn’t be rushed.”

  “Oh, god, precious. You are so right there. Do you know how to put the phone on speaker?”

  “Uh-huh. Margot thought I would need to.”

  “Ohhh, she’s a smart lady. Can you reach one of our scent packs? The one with the boxers in it?”

  She flailed around and found it. “I have it.”

  “I want you to stop using number six and to take number eight and tease your opening with it. Let me know if you can do that for us.”

  “Us?” She pulled the toy out and whimpered.

  “Us. We are all here with you, precious.”

  Argus growled, “We are with you, kitten.”

  Dexter growled. “Just waiting on you to be ready, kitten.”

  She blindly grabbed for the box, and her hand came out with a thicker, longer specimen.

  Olly circled her opening with the wide head, and she clutched the bag of scent. “Okay, I am ready.”

  Ambrose murmured, “Good girl, precious. Now, open the bag, inhale and go as fast or slow as you want. We will be here until you finish and tell us you are okay.”

  She nodded and opened the bag, inhaling deeply, and she felt a roar of slick leave her. She lifted the toy and used it on herself, sliding it in and groaning as it pushed at her opening, the walls, and deep inside.

  Argus murmured, “Fuck yourself, kitten.”

  She moved the to
y faster and faster. The width stretched her, and she felt her clit swell, so she patted it to calm it, and her scream went on and on until she fell back to her bed, the toy still inside her.

  She panted, whimpered, stopped seeing stars behind her eyes, and took stock of the items around her. She was sweaty, her thighs were coated in slick, there was a wonderful ache deep inside, and the box of toys looked wrong. “Uh-oh.”

  Ambrose was there in an instant. “What is it, Olivia? Did you tear?”

  “No. I grabbed the wrong toy.”

  He exhaled in relief. “You can work up to ten; it isn’t a problem.”

  There was an amused tone to Argus’s voice. “Which one did you grab?”

  “Uh... ten?” She licked her lips. “It is a really good fit and feels so nice. Thanks for the present.”

  She listened to their low voices and groans, as well as the sound of skin on skin. “If you guys are jerking off to me, let me know.”

  Dexter chuckled. “Just finishing up. We were with you all the way, and now, we are rock-paper-scissoring for cleanup. It’s a cum-splattered mess in here.”

  She groaned, and her hip rolled.

  Ambrose said, “Precious, is it still inside you?”

  “Yeah. It feels good.”

  He chuckled. “Glad to hear it. Can you touch around where it is inside you and feel how deep it is?”

  She blinked. “Oh, you want to know if the knot is in.”

  “Yes, baby.”

  “Oh, yeah. I am right up to the hand grip.”

  A chorus of groans.

  “Precious, it doesn’t hurt?”

  “No, there is an ache, but it’s nice. After I hang up with you, I will try it again. I haven’t figured out what the clit does, but patting it seems to work.”

  “We will help you with that when you are with us, precious. Now, start to fuck yourself again and tell us what your favourite foods are.”

  She moaned as her hand started to move the toy and her body provide the slick. “Anything I don’t have to cook myself. Next question.”