The Unexpected Omega

Tristan
I’m just a regular guy. Bogged down by debt, unable to ever afford to own a home, fed up with our world.
I did the omega testing a few years back but nothing has come of it.
Just me, paycheck to paycheck, and navigating the–shitty–dating scene on earth.

Zilas
As a trained baker, and a rather attractive Celnoe male, if I do say so myself, I did not expect to be unpacked this long.
Sure, plenty of betas live solitary lives, or mate with another beta. But I’ve always wanted a pack. A sweet omega to play with and a bunch of alphas to manage our lives. All of whom I’d enjoy fully in the bedroom. But here I am, still single.
When I’m told two alphas would like to meet me, I am determined to get them to claim me.

Azane
Yes, lying on the omega testing paperwork was not a great decision, I fully admit that and take responsibility as aleron of my small pack.
That’s the problem. My pack is too small. Pack Traex: me and my best friend, Inken.
But who would have expected to have an omega found for us within a turn?
By decree, we need a third to have an omega given to us. Preferably an alpha, but a beta would be acceptable. Given that Inken and I are rather hard-headed females, finding an alpha that we could add to our pack on such short notice is unlikely.
So I’m getting us a beta. A male one, for I want my omega pregnant as soon as possible.

Inken
When the comm came in that we had been matched with an omega, my mind had taken off. I cannot wait to meet them.
Given our personalities, I’m assuming we’ve been matched with a sweet, gentle species, and probably a female, ready to be protected, pampered and bred.
Though I suppose there is a chance our omega is spicy, defiant, needing to be put in their place. I might like that idea more.
We’ll find a male beta to fill our omega with seed, for nothing would please me more than the pattering of little feet through our newly-built home.

A settled, large, happy pack. It’s a dream come true.