Mac
6 months later.
“The alpha is looking for someone more...” the agent looked at his monitor as if the words he was looking for were written there. He cleared his throat, looked Mac up and down, and then bit his upper lip.
“Say it,” Mac bit out.
He’d heard it all anyway. Ryine hadn’t let up since he arrived. He made it his mission to make Mac feel like he didn’t belong there. Mac barely bathed in the washroom without someone saying something. He forced himself to wake up early so he wouldn’t have to hear their snide remarks about his alpha-like body or how he offended their delicate omega senses.
The only person who treated him like he belonged there was Jamue. But the omega couldn’t make him feel better about himself all the time. He had his own problems.
“I don’t think you’ll be a good fit for this job. Have you tried… maybe looking for something less domestic?”
What was he talking about?
Omegas were not allowed to have any other job. They either worked in a household or an office.
This is ridiculous, Mac thought, pushing to his feet.
Another afternoon, wasted.
“I’ll try to consider that the next time I apply for a job, thanks. You gave me a lot to think about,” he said, walking out of the office.
Jamue jumped to his feet as he came out. The omega went everywhere with him.
He called him his alpha, because Mac looked like one. No one questioned him, even though his scent said otherwise. Even Ulk and Elama didn’t worry about him walking around town without them. They let him roam as much as he wanted. They didn’t care.
“I didn’t get it,” Mac said.
They made their way out of the office and joined the traffic on the walkway. Even though the town had one walkway and one airway, it was busy for its size. The walkway bustled with life; people walked up and down, visiting the unique shops on both sides of the airway. The shops were extravagant and over the top. Mac liked it. He just wished he could find a job.
“I’m sorry. You can try again when the agency lists other jobs.” Jamue rubbed his back.
“Aren’t you tired? We’ve been doing this for six months, and there’s nothing.” Mac stopped in the middle of the walkway.
“I am. But you can’t lose hope,” Jamue said, ever hopeful.
Mac gritted his teeth.
He was tired. He was tired of waiting for better, tired of hoping he'd get out of the commune house and wouldn’t have to see Ryine’s hateful face. There was no hope for him. He wasn't going to find a job.
Alphas or betas wanted dainty omegas to be their house help, companions, or caregivers. He didn’t fit any of those boxes.
Mac sighed, looking around him. The lights were slowly coming on. The walkway would become busier as the night crowd came out. People were having fun, enjoying their lives while he was worrying himself sick.
The sign above the shop in front of him gleamed in bright colors – Brazen Leisure room, it read. Below that was a smaller one. Help needed, it blinked, beaconing him forward.
Mac never imagined working in a place like this. But he was desperate. He couldn’t wait for another cycle of jobs to be posted on the Omega Placement Agency site. He didn’t fit those jobs anyway.
“Fuck it.” He walked through the door.
He would clean, cook, do anything the owner asked him to, as long as he had a job.
“Mac, wait.” Jamue followed him inside.
Mac blinked as his eyes adjusted to the dim lights. Soft music played from above, creating a relaxed atmosphere. Mac scented several alphas, betas and a few omegas in the room. Serving bots moved around tables. It wasn't as shocking as he thought it would be.
“We’re not supposed to be in here.” Jamue came to a stop next to him.