Tristan I’m just a regular guy. Bogged down by debt, unable to ever afford to own a home, fed up with our world. I did the omega testing a few years back but nothing has come of it. Just me, paycheck to paycheck, and navigating the–shitty–dating scene on earth. Zilas As a trained baker, and a rather attractive Celnoe male, if I do say so myself, I did not expect to be unpacked this long. Sure, plenty of betas live solitary lives, or mate with another beta. But I’ve always wanted a pack. A sweet omega to play with and a bunch of alphas to manage our lives. All of whom I’d enjoy fully in the bedroom. But here I am, still single. When I’m told two alphas would like to meet me, I am determined to get them to claim me. Azane Yes, lying on the omega testing paperwork was not a great decision, I fully admit that and take responsibility as aleron of my small pack. That’s the problem. My pack is too small. Pack me and my best friend, Inken. But who would have expected to have an omega found for us within a turn? By decree, we need a third to have an omega given to us. Preferably an alpha, but a beta would be acceptable. Given that Inken and I are rather hard-headed females, finding an alpha that we could add to our pack on such short notice is unlikely. So I’m getting us a beta. A male one, for I want my omega pregnant as soon as possible. Inken When the comm came in that we had been matched with an omega, my mind had taken off. I cannot wait to meet them. Given our personalities, I’m assuming we’ve been matched with a sweet, gentle species, and probably a female, ready to be protected, pampered and bred. Though I suppose there is a chance our omega is spicy, defiant, needing to be put in their place. I might like that idea more. We’ll find a male beta to fill our omega with seed, for nothing would please me more than the pattering of little feet through our newly-built home. A settled, large, happy pack. It’s a dream come true.