Radar [Omegaverse Reverse Harem x fem!gang leader!Reader]

Chapter 8: The Imperfect Fit

Y/N watched Musa closely ever since they had walked out of the kitchen, and she had noticed how he had been completely relaxed in Robyn's presence but rigid in her own. Well Betas did have a knack for causing Omegas to feel calm, but she was one of his own, so shouldn't he feel at least a little closer to her?

The (H/C) sighed softly and shook her head, before she grasped at Musa's hand and sent him a reassuring smile the closer that they got to the door of Alistair's office. In return, the Omega male returned a shaky smile and hesitant nod to show that he was going to be alright.

However, before the female was even able to place her hand against the glowing screen that would allow the two to get inside, the door had opened and Alistair stood on the other side.

The blond was slipping on a brown leather messenger bag that matched the color of his suit, before he paused and grinned widely at the sight of the other two. "Oh, Princess, Omega, did you come to me first?" He questioned in a gushing tone.

"Where are you going in such a rush, pervert?" Y/N responded in a harsh tone as she let go of Musa's hand to put both of hers on her hip and stare at the taller male.

"Ira told me that there was someone new to interrogate at the Agency. But I'll happily stay a couple of more minutes to show the rookie around." Alistair declared.

"How kind of you." Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"I know!" Alistair beamed, before ushering the two to come into the familiar room full of computers and comfortable furniture.

Just like the day before there weren't any other living beings in the room, causing Musa to become a little confused as he glanced around.

"There's five of us who usually work in here." Alistair stated, noticing Musa's confusion. "Most of us don't usually work here unless it's that important. Otherwise we go out to the Agency, which is run by my boss, Ira Zhang. There we search up profiles, do a bit of interrogation, stuff like that." He explained.

"Sort of like the Force?" Musa questioned.

Alistair's face became noticeably sour, before he brightened up once more. "Sort of, but we do things more sufficiently."

"Not to mention illegal." Y/N added.

"Hey! We get things done, don't we?!" Alistair exclaimed, pouting at the female who simply responded with a stoic expression.

Y/N then sighed, crossing her arms in front of her. "I suppose. The information unit here is able to get us information on people and places in a matter of minutes, they're great at hacking and they have a large variety of connections." She told Musa.

"Is that praise I hear~?" Alistair questioned, cupping his ear.

"Perhaps." Y/N spoke through gritted teeth, before she turned to Musa once more. "I doubt you'll be able to do any of the stuff that they do here, usually Betas take this job because they're able to get in and get out without being noticed, not to mention you're a bit too soft to interrogate others." She told the Omega, who simply nodded.

He could only imagine what the people in the information unit did to interrogate.

"Alright, let's get going. Tell Ira I said hello." Y/N waved in Alistair's direction before she quickly left the room.

"She's so cold to me." Alistair sighed, as if the Omega female exhausted him. Then, as if noticing that Musa was still in there, he grinned widely. "Ah, I forgot to give this back to you." The blond rummaged through his bag, before pulling out the familiar small notebook. "Shouldn't take things that make you who you are, eh?" He winked, before he ushered Musa out. "Good luck with our little Princess." The male declared as he continued walking down the hall, passing Y/N who had stopped once realizing that Musa hadn't followed her.