“Shall we?” the beta said, turning to the waiting pod. Jamue nodded and got inside.
The silence in the pod was oppressive.
Jamue couldn’t stand it.
He rubbed his hands together nervously, trying to think of something to say.
“You must have a lot of questions,” he blurted out.
The beta turned to him; brows raised.
“I mean... it's me. I shouldn’t be looking for a job. There are a lot of omegas who need this more than I do. I…”
“You don’t have to feel bad or explain yourself to me. If anything, I understand. You have your reasons. Every omega’s situation is different. We’ve seen it all at the agency. And we try our best to help every omega that applies for a job on our site.”
Jamue stared at him in shock.
“We live in strange times,” he said, giving him a warm smile. “We all wish we could go back to when everyone had a right to their lives, but we’re not there yet. We can only make the best of it.”
Jamue nodded dumbly.
“Don’t worry about the other stuff. Focus on your interview and get what you need, okay?”
“Yes,” Jamue said, smoothing his hands down the front of his long shirt. He chose to wear a white one with matching pants. He always got great feedback when he wore white for the sampling events. People couldn’t stop staring at him. The admiration made him feel confident. Jamue held on to that feeling.
The pod drifted down the airway taking him closer to his freedom. Jamue was surprised as they made their way to the national district and drifted to a stop in front of a familiar house.
He stared at the door, remembering the sound as it was slammed in his face. The overwhelming and towering frame of the alpha as he whispered obscene and lascivious words that made his spine tingle and his hole wet followed.
Jamue gulped.
He turned to the beta, confused, his heart racing.
This couldn’t be right. There had to be a mistake.
“What…” he began, but the beta was already out of the pod.
“Are you coming?” the beta stared at him. “We only have a few minutes before your interview.”
Jamue nodded and got out.
The alpha's face drifted in his mind.
It wasn't him, right?
Fate wouldn’t be so cruel.
Would it? Jamue asked himself.
Chapter 10
Hym
Hym stared at the omega and felt nothing.
There was no connection; the omega’s scent was off, he couldn’t stand his voice, and his wolf crawled inside him, making his skin itchy.
He didn’t like him either.