Your Omega?

-Mom- the girl ignorant of certain matters walked happily beside her mother -You imagine her being an alpha, or an omega, as she will feel- she exclaimed with enthusiasm and curiosity.

-You will be a beta- said the mother with her hard voice, as always.

-Mom, you cannot know that, after my accident there is nothing that indicates that it will be beta. You can't be more flexible on the subject-

-Don't reply Silver. You will be a beta, I am sure of that and it is better for you, our future depends on today's result-

The girl turned her face to the other side with a frown. It was always like that with her mother, it was what she said and nothing more. Why couldn't he be an alpha or an omega, he had heard of the complicated relationships between them, of the ties, of what it would be like to go through a heat, experiencing things outside the majority was more interesting than the basic and routine of betas.

His mother was a beta. His father, he did not know. Natacha never spoke to her about him and was forbidden to touch the subject. She had lived the last few years watching her sink into bitterness and hatred of non-betas. What would your story be? that was something he was sure to take to his grave.

Silver felt his palms bathed in sweat. They had been waiting for more than half an hour for the result that the doctor should bring.

-Mom, what if ...? -

-Don't go on- she cut him off abruptly -You don't see how stressed I am, we'd better wait quietly- She tried to soften the atmosphere after seeing the expression on her daughter's face.

The office door opened five minutes later. A gray-haired man carried several papers in his hands including an envelope that he handed to the youngest, which was snatched from her hands.

His mother opened it and a smile lit up her face.

-I knew, you're a beta, I had no doubt-

Disappointment ran through the youngest. I was expecting another result, now nothing could be done. It was one more of the lot, of the routine.

***

Silver opened his heavy lids. She let her eyes, little by little, get used to the dim light of the ... office? What office? The haze in her mind suddenly vanished

She sat up so fast that a heavy dizziness seized her. What had happened? Where was it? What was he doing? She looked at the watch on her wrist and narrowed his eyes to focus, 10:15, it hadn't been long.

-What are you?- A male voice near her startled her.

Silver shuddered and raised his head, searching for the source of that deep voice in the dim light of that place. She found her boss sitting in the armchair in front of the sofa where she was lying.

The woman opened her mouth to close it again. His words caught in his throat as he tried to process the question. What?

-Answer me- Falcon demanded seriously, although he already seemed less ... aggressive, excited .... His eyes had returned to their clear green color and his pheromones seemed to be calmer. There was no trace of heat in that alpha, that was a relief.

-I don't understand your question, President- she began to straighten up, rubbing her head, she felt very vulnerable, barefoot and in an almost horizontal position. In addition, he noticed her blouse was not exactly well placed and quickly closed the two buttons that revealed the beginning of the valley of her breasts. He noticed that the man followed the movement of his fingers with his eyes.

-Why do you smell like an omega? My omega- his teeth almost gritted, emphasizing the last part.

Silver blinked.

Omega?

She gave an involuntary laugh at the phrase and couldn't help but laugh. It was the first time they had said that to her and look, she had been surrounded by alphas since she joined the company three years ago at different business meetings. She also had to admit that she was more sensitive to pheromones than a regular beta, but she put it down to the side effects of his accident, but there was a pretty good stretch of that to omega.

Her answer seemed to annoy the man who grunted and got up starting to walk towards her.

-Excuse me- the smile disappeared completely from her face and her body tensed, pressing her back against the furniture where she was sitting. He didn't know why but he couldn't move. She could just see how that alpha stopped in front of her, tall, big, overbearing. He swallowed, looking up and forced his lips to move -I don't know where he got that from, I'm a beta, it's impossible that it's his omega-

Falcon clenched his fist not at all pleased. She was lying. That fragrance present in her was stunning him and it did not allow him to reason well. I thought I could lose control at any moment.

-I'll give you another chance- he leaned in until his face was level with hers. He moved his hand and with the back of his fingers he caressed the side of her neck, going down until they stopped where that list of buttons that she had fastened earlier began. His skin was really smooth. He had felt it before when he laid her down on the couch although he stopped himself from taking her clothes off. Nor was he a son of a bitch to touch an unconscious body. He would have time for that later as she writhed beneath his body.

At that a vein throbbed in the woman's temple.

-Maybe I have to bring him my medical papers- Silver adopted his serious demeanor when he saw that his answer did not convince him. His pulse beat under the touch of those fingers.

Medical papers? He was serious then. Falcon was more unsettled. At that moment his cell phone rang and the alpha was reluctant to pick it up, refusing to break that atmosphere that he liked so much. But at such insistence he straightened up and pulled it out, displaying Vicky's name on the screen.

He clicked his tongue. It was not a good time, although the call had brought him to all five of his senses, which he intended to do by breaking his own rules.

-Do you need anything more president? - The supposed beta made a sign to get up. She seemed desperate to get out of there.

Falcon looked her up and down and gave up. He would wait for the information from his secretary. Perhaps the doubts would dissolve. Although letting her go was more difficult than expected.

-You can go- he paid attention to his cell phone taking away interest in the matter, he had to keep his sanity. Breaking his structured life life was not in his plans and they would not be for the moment.

Silver got out as fast as he could and clung to the wall, finally breathing easy. That had been the most suffocating hour she'd lived through so far including the blackout. She checked herself now that her mind was cold and she found everything in its place. At least he hadn't sexually assaulted her. She didn't want to lose his job. She was winning well and was comfortable, despite the state of the company. Salaries were stable to avoid some internal scandal.

I just hoped a cycle of sexual harassment didn't start. She has just come out of one of labor exploitation because of the amount of work he did.

She went down the elevator and picked up her bag without checking to see if she left anything. She needed to get out of there, she needed air.

She came home after paying for a taxi. It felt good to have a familiar roof over your head. She opened the door of his house to meet his mother in front of the flat screen TV watching a movie.

-Ma, I arrived-

-How good, Silver, overtime again?- She paused and turned to her. Hans has been calling you and you were not answering your cell phone, he wants you to call him immediately-

-Yes- he snorted. Sometimes her boyfriend, a beta who had been a neighbor of them since they were children, could be a bit suffocating especially when she ignored his call or forgot.

She lost his appetite just thinking about it. Without saying another word, he went upstairs and into the bathroom. A cold shower was the best.

She let the water wash away all or part of his worries. The image of their president came to mind. He was handsome, she couldn't ignore him. Attractive, with thick lips, a semi-waving blonde hair that had a somewhat long classic cut that caressed the nape of the neck, a height greater than six feet and a structured body that was noticeable above the suit. But up there. That being attracted to her was something else. And more when he mentioned the fact that he was his partner

Where did he get it from? He had given up on that ever since he saw the B on the paper. To harbor hope was useless, you do not change from beta to omega or alpha just to want it, you were born and you were what you were.

She dried himself off before collapsing onto the bed. She turned off the cell phone, she did not want interruptions, and less from her boyfriend, and tomorrow she would talk to him with a cold mind, Falcon's green eyes still tormented her every time she closed her eyes.

She reached into his nightstand drawer for a pot of pills and took his daily dose. His body relaxed instantly. That drug did wonders.