Omegaverse: The Alpha X’s Prey

~At the Lab~

Inside the Director's office, the devil received a phone call from half way across the world.

"Base X, Director speaking." Came the raspy voice, made raspier through the transmitter and distance.

"Vis is ze Russian Baze." A heavy accent answered back.

Immediately the Director sat up in his comfortable gaming chair. No, he is not one to play games. He, along with e-sport players have the same taste in swiveling chairs.

"Rufus."

"Oh pleaze, my dear friend." A condescending chuckle was heard. The Director only narrowed his lash-less eyes.

"Get to the point." The Director didn't like this man. Rufus plays too many mind games. He should know best as Rufus is his mentor.

"Ah, alwayz ze impatient one." There was another chortle, then the accented voice continued. "I zee your little project iz in univerzity… no?"

"Your point?"

"I have a little project of my own… you know." There was a layer of mirth not so hidden that the Director couldn't pick up on it. Before he could question what Rufus meant, the Russian man continued.

"I send little package next week. Have fun… Osmeraldo." Then the phone call ended with a harsh click before the monotonous dial tone entered the Director's ears.

His heart pounded. Two decades ago information was leaked… Suddenly the office desk filled with numerous stacks of paperwork was overturned. There was a loud clang followed by the flutter of papers flying from the momentum.

"Bleeping Bleep BLEEP!" The Director yelled, kicking his desk even after it toppled over. He absolutely hated his given name. He especially couldn't stand the way his mentor uttered that name with his irritating accent. But what he was especially most upset about was the fact it was Rufus all along.

Ironically, the mentor stole from the pupil.

Usually it'd be the other way around, no?

~Russian Base~

"Boss, are you sure?" A small voice asked in Russian. Rufus turned around and smiled. His teeth are stained from too many cups of dark beverage, only drank after a vial or two of strong vodka was slipped inside. His pasty white hair and saggy wrinkly skin only made the man look even more grotesque. Funnily enough, Rufus would brag about the golden days.

The days when all the alphas wished to make him their mate. Not to mention the betas. Oh how he was pursued. Of course no one really believes that story… given his appearance in the present.

"Of course I am." Rufus's grin widened, more stained teeth showed. "I've never been wrong, now have I?"

"No Boss." In front of Rufus was a small boy. In actuality he is the same age as Maverick and Donovan.

His baby face paired with crystal blue eyes only made the boy seem more angelic. When he spoke, two distinct pairs of canines were seen. The angel with vampiric teeth. That's what he was nicknamed at the Russian Base.

"Navo, you have nothing to worry." Rufus gently said. Navo was something like a son to him.

"Ceric won't be with me." Ceric, Navo's older brother.

"He'll come after he has completed his mission." Rufus disregarded the matter.

"But he'll come right?" Navo's normally calm blue eyes were anxious.

"You have my word." Rufus only turned around to stare at the storm.

Satisfied, Navo turned around, the thick leather soles of his combat boots faded away before a loud clang told Rufus that Navo left.

Without tearing his gaze away from the mesmerizing snow, Rufus reached over to press a buŧŧon. The speed dial to the base underground prison.

"Sir."

"Increase the Anti-R solution."

"Yes sir."

~At Iris's Workplace~

The tray in the albino's hands fell onto the ground. The beautiful porcelain tea set and all of the goodies fell to the floor.

"Miss!" A cute uniformed waitress rushed over to clean up the mess, apologizing to the customer.

Iris couldn't move. She couldn't make a sound. She could only look up in horror at the news streaming on the tv.

"All you unmated omegas, this could be your one and only chance to capture the heart of the prince of the Morris family! But only if you're a student at…"

At the words "unmated omegas", Iris felt sickness rise up from her stomach. Unable to watch anymore, she ran into the staff room's employee bathroom to unload the contents of her stomach.

Her worst fears have been answered.

She brushed off the odd insignia she saw a few days later Easton learned he was going to go to school. The Morris clan don't even know that Iris herself is the surrogate for their precious Alpha X. So logically, how would they know about Easton?

Now it seems like that might not be true at all. Iris leaned against the lavender wall, wiping away excess from the corners of her mouth.

The first thought that came to her mind was to unenroll Easton and hide him away. Unfortunately since now the government has documents of her "nephew", it would be suspicious if Easton was proclaimed "missing" out of the blue.

Knocks from the door brought Iris's attention back to her work setting. Right. The cafe. She just hopes that the incident today wouldn't lose her customer. She sighed.

"I'll be out in just a bit."

"Should I temporarily close the place?"

"No need. Just need to freshen up dearie."

Ding!

A new customer entered.

"Hello! Welcome to Iris's Cafe, what can we do for you?"