Commando Alpha: Steamy Omegaverse

It wasn’t easy to pretend I am something I am not, but in this cruel reality, I have to play with any weapons in order to achieve my goals, and my aspirations are anything but the title I revealed when I turned sixteen. That was a long time ago when I was a teenager and still developing. Now, as an adult, I knew what I wanted and not even a biological title would change this factor.

My parents, friends, and everyone who knew me had been preparing for the day I would disclose my second identity, and they had all wagered on me being an Alpha, or at the absolute least a very stubborn Beta, but no one foresaw me to appear as an Omega. Given my personality, it was absurd.

I’ve always had a natural ability to lead, to voice my thoughts loudly and clearly without hesitation. My parents classified me as a hyperactive youngster, and I inherited my personality traits from my father, an Alpha no one dared to mess with. In addition, my hobbies were considerably rowdier, which was one of the reasons my father introduced me to combat sports.

In reality, no one recognized me as an Omega, and I had to thank chemistry and the development of suppressants and other hormone medicines for giving me the appearance of being a Beta. Except for my parents, everyone knew me as a tough Beta, and that’s how I wanted things to stay.

These suppressants came in handy, especially because of the career path I had been choosing. Working in an environment with 99% being men, and most being Alpha, I had to be extra careful, taking my pills religiously so I wouldn’t end up being slaughter-fucked by a group of Alphas. Never once did I encounter the infamous heat. I started with suppressants the next day after presenting as an Omega.

My Omega mother had told me that it was perilous. If I were to fail to take my meds, the first heat, at the age of 20 or older, would be horrible, if not fatal, for me. I may die, yet I choose to take this chance. It was strange because my father had never opposed my decision. He was probably happy that I was able to work my way through a challenging system full of Alphas, something unheard of for an Omega.

The everyday danger this job exposed me to, made my mother anxious, but I constantly assured her I was in control of everything. Since the day I entered the military world of Alpha’s and Beta’s, since Omegas weren’t allowed, it shocked me to see how much sexism and misogynism flew at every turn.

Alpha’s had stable opinions about Omega’s and despite how tempted I was to turn their words around, I knew that would only put me on the edge of falling. Omegas were caretakers, the ones to provide life, give birth, and raise the children, taking care of the house chores, such as cleaning and cooking. I couldn’t imagine being an Alpha’s housewife, bowing my head and pleasing their knotted heads. Spitfire was one of the nicknames, mostly because in the last year, my mouth tended to throw vitriol around. If an Alpha stepped too much with his sexist remarks and offenses, I would spit and bite, figuratively.

My Omega inclinations were subdued by taking the drugs. Not totally disappearing. I couldn’t get rid of that primal part of myself, but I wouldn’t quiver and whine when an Alpha used his harsh voice on me. Being near them kept me on my toes, with the want to run my nose along the length of their necks and seek attention, but the desire didn’t last more than a second.

I was currently tying the laces of my combat boots, preparing for work, and another mission. This one would last for a week, and I would be away from home. I was used to missions. It wasn’t the first one and surely won’t be the last one.

A sigh left my lips, moving to gaze at my reflection in the mirror of the locker room. While all my other teammates were in the men’s locker room, preparing for the upcoming mission, I was all alone here in the female one. We were a few women, and the ones were all Alpha’s, already mated and with a stable relationship. My ears perked up as I heard the guys laughing and cracking jokes from the other room.

Glancing from the wall back to the mirror, I adjusted the black camo jacket while I took in my appearance. My long white hair was beautifully braided into two long Dutch braids, keeping my unending snow-white strands off of my face. My skin was light, with freckles on my nose and cheeks. Despite being 26, I seemed much younger, occasionally mistaken for a senior in high school. Perhaps it was my physical structure. While most Omegas had stunning curves and bodies to die for, I resembled a starving puppy who had been booted out of a pack. I had muscles, but I had shed a bit too much weight in the past few months. My appetite was sometimes killed by the suppressants.

The military clothes and gear I wore hide my slim figure, making me appear thicker, but if I pulled them off, I would probably be mistaken as a ghost. Even with my headstrong nature, I still had my insecurities. Never having a partner, a mate, or someone to share myself with, I had nights when I felt lonely. It was that persistent Omega hindbrain which yearned for the companionship of an Alpha... and to have his knot deeply locked inside me. Closing my eyes, I growled under my breath, hating this feeling of vulnerability. I didn’t need an Alpha to take care of me or to watch my every move. For years, I’ve been capable of making decisions and I wouldn’t let this unstable emotion guide my actions. The job I had was everything I could ask for! I had financial independence and status most would fight tooth and nail to achieve.

An Alpha would only ruin all the hard work I put in all these years and the sacrifices.

The emerald green eyes I inherited from my father held so much fire, like an untamed rich forest full of mystery and aspirations, but there was loneliness too. Each night I would go to sleep alone, waking up the next day alone. The empty side of my bed held for a long time a certain coldness, even in the summer. Now that it was winter, it got as cold as a frozen tombstone. The urge to punch the mirror nipped at my knuckles. If I hated something, I despised being reduced to a needy, whining, and sensitive Omega. One of my biggest fears.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I have Omega friends, and they are one of the most precious gems on Earth. They held so much warmth, love, and nurturing spirit. It came naturally for Alphas and even Betas to be drawn to such pure lightness.

I was the coal in the diamond pond, unable to be polished because of the thick walls of the unknown. Sometimes I would dream about it when alone in the coffins of my home, wondering how it would be to give my life in the hands of a caring and protective Alpha, but seeing my male coworkers and overhearing their discussions, I knew better than to ponder too much on these prospects.

“Xonia! Come on! The commander said that we have to be in the meeting room in five minutes! Get your duffle bag too!” One of my teammates, Conner, yelled from the other side of the closed locker door, breaking me out of my train of thought.

Snapping my gaze to the duffle bag, I muttered a string of curses, seeing all of my stuff outside of it, on the bench. I intended to check if I put everything before leaving, but I lost track of time. Not wasting another second, I hurried to put everything inside, not looking forward to being late for the meeting downstairs.

Our commander wasn’t one of the warmest of people, and angering him meant diving into a hell hole without a ladder to climb back up. I knew the best, considering how I had a habit of pushing on the intimidating Alpha’s nerves. The leader of our team was obviously an Alpha, but not your regular one, which you would meet on a daily basis by walking down the street.

We had a different commander when I first started my military service. He was an Alpha, but an elderly one, and I only had him for a year until he had to retire and our current Alpha took his place. Our previous commander was quite sociable and mindful of us. However, our present commander was the polar opposite. We’ve made a complete 180-degree turn. The way he presented himself to us on the first day made it clear that he hadn’t come here to have fun. He has been cruel and rigorous with us from the beginning, and despite the fact that others are Alpha as well, they lack the courage to oppose him.

It was the first time I witnessed an Alpha instill terror in me, the type of fear that makes you dread doing anything. If I had to describe our leader, I would say he was an obsessive perfectionist with a razor-sharp tongue capable of piercing anyone’s pride. He proudly displayed his monstrous shield. I couldn’t claim his vicious approach wasn’t successful, but I wondered whether he was like this in his private life as well. The first thought was how his Omega could handle such a brutish man. Once I took a better glance at his neck, where his mating gland was, that curiosity vanished. He was an unmated Alpha.

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Commando Alpha: Steamy Omegaverse Book 1 by C.B. Blackburn