TrixOur life on Celnoe is uncomplicated. A much more lush and gentle planet than Adreth, my packmate, Rux, and I have lived on the shores of the Kaldoa Sea for several turns now.
Many of our mess have found their omegas. As is typical for Adrethians, we create small, tight knit packs of two alphas and an omega. All three mates share responsibility for our pack life, and help with our larger community as well.
Watching others of our community seed their omegas in the mating hall has been torturous. Rux and I still eagerly await our matched omega. I dream of the day I can claim him or her in front of our mess, our settlement of Dosoians here on Celnoe.
RuxI mated to Trix back on our home planet. I knew him to be a much more outgoing and relaxed male than myself. When he suggested we move to Celnoe, I had reluctantly agreed. To my surprise, I absolutely adore this planet. We live in a group of Adrethians, our own mess, somewhat like an extended family. Our clay homes near the sea are cool in the sun seasons, while cold seasons are fairly mild. We have a large communal building, both for group meals and matings, and huge open outdoor spaces where we can play.
When Trix returns from the capital city after a business trip, he brings news that I had hoped for but had never expected. An omega. Matched to our pack.
PallomaI was broke. Not just broke, but broke. Divorced, jobless, moved back in with my parents in my 30s and sleeping in my childhood bedroom kind of broke.
So I had done what any sane woman would do: tried to get the fuck off this planet. Besides, Earth’s initial twenty years grace period was just about up; meaning that everyone was going to be required to be tested. Might as well get a jump on it now, get the pick of packs, so to speak. I had read every word in the testing center brochures, then scoured the internet.
I wanted a Dosorian pack. Everything I had read suggested their lifestyle and temperament would be the best fit for me. Though any pack, any alien, had to be better than here. Besides, their notes said that they often had more than one omega, and that they considered it a point of honor to spoil them. They also seemed to be the most… laid-back of the aliens.
That is exactly what I needed. Low responsibilities, including dick-responsibilities, and high pampering with some chill alien dudes.
Too bad that’s not what I got.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Many of our mess have found their omegas. As is typical for Adrethians, we create small, tight knit packs of two alphas and an omega. All three mates share responsibility for our pack life, and help with our larger community as well.
Watching others of our community seed their omegas in the mating hall has been torturous. Rux and I still eagerly await our matched omega. I dream of the day I can claim him or her in front of our mess, our settlement of Dosoians here on Celnoe.
RuxI mated to Trix back on our home planet. I knew him to be a much more outgoing and relaxed male than myself. When he suggested we move to Celnoe, I had reluctantly agreed. To my surprise, I absolutely adore this planet. We live in a group of Adrethians, our own mess, somewhat like an extended family. Our clay homes near the sea are cool in the sun seasons, while cold seasons are fairly mild. We have a large communal building, both for group meals and matings, and huge open outdoor spaces where we can play.
When Trix returns from the capital city after a business trip, he brings news that I had hoped for but had never expected. An omega. Matched to our pack.
PallomaI was broke. Not just broke, but broke. Divorced, jobless, moved back in with my parents in my 30s and sleeping in my childhood bedroom kind of broke.
So I had done what any sane woman would do: tried to get the fuck off this planet. Besides, Earth’s initial twenty years grace period was just about up; meaning that everyone was going to be required to be tested. Might as well get a jump on it now, get the pick of packs, so to speak. I had read every word in the testing center brochures, then scoured the internet.
I wanted a Dosorian pack. Everything I had read suggested their lifestyle and temperament would be the best fit for me. Though any pack, any alien, had to be better than here. Besides, their notes said that they often had more than one omega, and that they considered it a point of honor to spoil them. They also seemed to be the most… laid-back of the aliens.
That is exactly what I needed. Low responsibilities, including dick-responsibilities, and high pampering with some chill alien dudes.
Too bad that’s not what I got.
Genre: Paranormal Romance