Captured

Chapter 1

Sophie

"I don't understand why you feel the need to work Sophie. If you just let these ungrateful males spoil you, you would never have to do anything ever again." Snarked Benny as frowned at a beautifully decorated box of chocolates that must have caused a desperate male everything.

I hate her and all the other Omegas that live in the compound. 

They are all spoiled.
Ungrateful.
 Lazy. 

But I can't truly blame them for being born as an omega. As I stared at Benny as she snarls at the box of chocolates after just trying one piece. Her usual angelic baby face that has deceived many into believing that she is so much younger then she truly is. Her big green eyes with flecks of gold darkens and narrows into slits as she glares at the chocolate in her hand. Her crimson red hair practically glows with her anger at something that is so simple and undeserving of her anger.

She pulls the card that she placed on the side and I recognize it as one of her regular patrons. The faintest of growls fill the air as she rips up the card after reading it.

"That Alpha needs to banned from my potential mating list. I can't stand him and his stupid terrible gifts. Stupid male. I don't understand why those lazy governs won't just do as I say." She snarks as she throws the box of what used to be wrapped in white and gold paper into the trash.  She runs out of our shared room probably to the gift room to see what she could spoil herself with today.

Benny is just like the other omega and I sigh from having to know that the poor Alpha that sends so little is sacrificing so much just to send such simple things. I read and saw the picture of him once, his name is Marco Pure and he was one of the bottom enforcers who had to deal with the life-threatening situations of the worst sectors in the dome. Like all Alpha males he is beautiful and with a hard life he must appear older then he seemed. His face was a hard edge but so handsome, a scar that cut through his right eyebrow and end on his cheek, but left his eye untouched. His eyes are like the snow on the outer mountains beyond the dome. They are so pretty and I could just stare at them forever. His lips with a cupid bow now look so soft and an uncontrolled purr escapes me.

Shaking my head I snap out of it. I can't believe that I purred for Alpha that isn't even attracted to me. Then again he wouldn't have the chance to, because unlike other Omega my mother was a rare female Alpha who ruled over the compound for females omegas. She ruled and defended all of us with an iron fist that made the old Govern Alphas whine in submission to her. She has shut down every attempt to make omegas available to only those who are rich or who have political workings of the dome. Mine destroyed those attempt faster then any than any who could ever dream of doing such disgusting things. With my mother ruling over the Omega compound she could have anyone executed for daring to do anything that could threaten all omega under the dome, including the laws makers and the political leaders backing them. The only one beyond my mother hold of punishment was the mysterious Alpha of Alphas master Govern. He who rules the dome.

I wish so much to be like her but I was sadly born to be more of that as my father. An Omega. I inherited almost all of his genes, from us both having wavy brown hair with black streaks, the same jawline and nose. The only thing I got from my mother beside my gender was her beautiful hazel eyes. I wish so much that I was born an Alpha female instead of an omega. Born to be smaller than any male, wide hips for fertility, big breast for nursing young, and little strength so I would always need aid with physical work that requires heavy lifting. Like all omegas we are built to  to call for the Alpha to care for our physical weakness and to keep us safe as we carry there young.

I hate how I am built to literally depend on someone stronger and to care for them.

My mother, the great Lady Britania Sparrow, even as she hit older years she is still in her prime. Her long night black hair, straight and pulled into a perfect bun on her head, fairly any wrinkles on her face. She wears the uniform of compound Alpha with pride as she walks around perimeter to see for any flaws of security that needs correction.

Bizzzzzzz. Bizzzzzz. Bizzzzzzzz.

The sound of my COM brings me back to my reality. That I must get ready for my assignment and get the updated gene blockers from Mother. It's vital that any omega who works outside of the compound to take the gene blocker before leaving the compound. It hides all the pheromones that are naturally released from our bodies that signal we are breeding omegas, to stop Alphas to going into a rut, and the most important thing is to prevent any omega from going into heat outside of the compound.

Before the gene blocker was created omegas cycles were being kept track so that they would be a lock in the compound when their heat cycle would begin. But from the records I was able to get my hands on without mother knowing is that after a few years ago before the gene blocker creations was that omega female heat cycles no longer were running on a regular schedule and that any female could go into heat after spending time with males that were not omegas.

That the components in the Alpha males have become more potent in binding omega females to them. Capturing them changing omega female to DNA level of depending on their bonded Alpha for survival and hence the same for the Alpha female. An omega female has the same effect but unlike the Alpha male, she would feel the desperate need to be around bound with their on the regular if she is left unmarked by her marked male. Giving the female full controls.

A cold shiver goes down my spine at the terrible though if all the female omegas in the company had this secret knowledge, what they would do with it. I hurry into the shower and quickly change into the grub uniform that all Omegas uses to disguised our selves when outside of the compound. I hate the uniform, its so big and bulky, and we dress in layers so depending on the assignment death by heatstroke is real. But most of all I hate the bond brace that has to be worn at all times outside of the dome. The feeling something cold wrapped around your neck and its skin tight, molding to your specific shape for optimum mobility.

Bizzzzzzzzzz. Bizzzzzzzzzzzzz. Bizzzzz.

Uh-oh. Mother must be pissed that I haven't made it outside already for my assignment and new gene blockers. She usually gets mad if I'm late for assignment is a big deal and the tram must be there already.

I'm hoping we don't have a power factory assignment. I hate sweating in this thing.

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