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Asami Sato, 27 years old, was already the most powerful Omega in Republic City right now. The youngest CEO and dubbed as the most wanted Omega in the world, was slaving away at her computer when a sudden knock interrupted her. Her eyebrow shot up in irritation as she said, “Come in.”
Opal, her secretary slash best friend, came in carrying a ton of papers in her hands. “Here are all the paperwork needed for the latest satomobile design. Contracts and design notes included,” she said as she dumped all the papers onto Asami’s table.
Asami sighed while rolling her eyes, “More work for me, yay.” She pinched the bridge of her nose, a headache forming, “Thank you, Opal. Is there anything else?”
“Hmm, I don’t know how to tell you this, but…”
“What is it?” Asami snapped but immediately regretted her actions. “I’m sorry, Opal. I’m just exhausted, and my heat’s coming up in two weeks.”
Opal hesitated, “Actually, that’s why I came here. I wanted to talk to you about your upcoming heat.”
Asami’s brows furrowed at that. “What do you mean?”
“You see, Asami. I overheard some rich old omegas at our last gala talking about a company heat chamber or something. They said that real alphas are there to help you with your heat.”
That sounded so sketchy. A heat chamber with alphas? There’s never been one before, and there’s a secret one for the elite Omegas? How’d the company even manage to get them when they’re so rare nowadays? “And you believed those rich Omegas?” Asami asked. She was really skeptical about this.
“Well, they were talking about a website, but only elite Omegas can access it. That’s why I told you, so you could see for yourself?” Opal answered. “I’m concerned about you. I know that your heats really hurt you, Asami. Don’t you dare deny that! You need an Alpha to help you, not your measly toys.”
Asami sighed. Opal was correct. Her heats did hurt. Nothing worked. Her toys, suppressants, they did nothing to stop or satisfy her heat. Even her Beta ex-boyfriend couldn’t satisfy her.
Her inner Omega wanted — needed — an Alpha.
She leaned back in her chair, sighing again in defeat. “Okay, Opal. Thank you for your concerns. I’ll take a look at it when I get home.”
“That’s all I ask, Sami.” Opal smiled. “Okay, I’ll let you get back to your work! Oh, and I believe that their name was ‘The House of Glory.’”
Asami could hear her friend’s laugh echoing down the other side of her office. She tilted her head back while intertwining her fingers on top of her stomach and stared at the ceiling. She would be lying if she said this heat chamber thing didn’t intrigue her.
She saw her mountain of paperwork and let out another sigh. How many times was she going to sigh today?
Focus, Sato. She thought while slapping her cheeks with both hands. You can look into that later.
—
Asami got home a little later than 10 PM. She knew she shouldn't tire herself out this close to her heat, but what could she do? Future Industries needed her. Well, you could delegate. Know that word, Sato? She argued with herself.
Pinching the bridge of her nose, she proceeded to do her nightly routine. Drink a cup of tea, take off her makeup, brush her teeth, and read a page or two in her book. Except now, she did everything but the last part. She opened her laptop and searched for the heat chamber thingy Opal had mentioned instead.
She took out her laptop and typed on the search bar, “The House of Glory.” Nothing came up. Hmm, maybe Opal was wrong, or she misheard. Asami tried again, but this time she added “Omega heat chamber” into the search.
“The House of Glory: Omega Satisfaction Guaranteed”
Asami rolled her eyes at that. Such a cheeky name for a glorified heat chamber. She clicked on the link, and it took her to their official website. It was under the Red Lotus Group of Companies. Hmmm, the one who sells toys, suppressants, and other products for Omegas. Looks like they’re really into this kind of business, she thought.
Scrolling through the website, she saw various testimonies from other Omegas who used their services, and they had one thing in common; they were women of power. Omegas who came from rich families or had positions in government. Come to think of it, they had a license to operate from the government. So that means they were legal. Okay, time to try whatever this is.
Asami clicked on the register button, and she was taken to another page. It was not a typical registration page. There were only two things they needed: the customer’s name and the dates of her heat.
It weirded her out, but still, she typed her name and the dates into the spaces provided, and it loaded to a new tab. It read, “Welcome, Asami Sato of Future Industries.”
What the hell? Do they have information on all the ‘elite’ Omegas?
Still, Asami continued reading.
“Thank you for choosing House of Glory to satisfy your needs. Scroll down below to choose from our wide array of Alphas to help you with your heat. You can click their photos to see more about the Alpha of your liking.”
The new page showed all the Alphas available in that time frame, and Asami furrowed her brows with this unusually high number of Alphas in their employ. Still, she read and scrolled through all of them.
Most of the Alphas she saw were not her type. They were lanky, tall men (sometimes women) with fair skin and green or amber eyes. None of them captured her attention except for one.
A woman shorter than her, with delicious dark skin and the most tantalizing blue eyes Asami had ever seen. She was also bulkier than all of the Alphas listed. Mmmm, Asami was almost drooling. Now that was her type.
She read the name of the Alpha, The Avatar, it said, and she immediately clicked it. There were different pictures of The Avatar posted on the new page, as well as what other Omegas said about her.
She was the most popular Alpha on the site. Omegas kept gushing about her on their testimonies. And the more Asami read, the more she was convinced that The Avatar was the one for her. So, she clicked the red button that took her to the final page before turning this into a reality.
She confirmed every information they needed, including presenting a health certificate to make sure she didn’t have any diseases that may be passed onto the Alpha helping her.
Asami clicked submit and let out a large breath. No backing out now, Sato.
—
It was the day of her heat. It was a good thing that it wasn’t full-blown yet when she arrived at the front of The House of Glory’s office (if she could call it that). It was a small house with a red door. Typical, Asami thought with a scoff. She let out a breath and hopped out of her black car. It was her simplest one, as the rule of the company emphasized anonymity.
Before Asami could even ring the doorbell, someone opened the door. It was a tall Omega woman with an undercut and braided hair, and a strange tattoo on her forehead.
“Welcome, Miss Sato. I am P’Li, and I will be here to assist you for the duration of your stay. This way, please,” the woman gestured with her for her to come inside. “Here are the house rules. Please read it carefully, Miss Sato, as we wanted your stay to be as smooth as possible. We don’t want any mishaps to happen.” P’Li said as she handed Asami a piece of paper.
House Rules:
- Never ask for your Alpha’s real name. Call them by their alias.
- Never ask your Alpha about their background.
- No foul play.
- No mating bites.
- Enjoy.
Asami had one eyebrow raised while reading the rules. She thought that this company was dead serious about anonymity. Oh, well. She signed her name on the dotted line at the bottom of the paper and handed it to P’Li.
“Thank you, Miss Sato. You may descend the stairs to the chamber and wait for your Alpha later tonight.” The tall woman then started ushering her towards the stairs. “If you need anything, there’s a phone in the room you could use to call me. I hope you enjoy your stay.” And with that, P’Li closed the door and left her alone in the room.
She took in her surroundings. It was a typical heat chamber. The room was plain with painted blue walls. One large bed with blue sheets, one drawer for toys, the promised phone, one fridge stocked with food, a kitchen, and a bathroom.
“What now?” Asami said out loud. “Guess I’ll just have to get ready.” She then went to the bathroom and prepared herself for her upcoming activities.
—
She must've fallen asleep because she woke up to a new scent in the room. Asami opened her eyes sleepily to hear the shower running. The Avatar must be here already. I can smell her scent, something like pine and the ocean. Mmm, it smells delectable.
Asami could feel her arousal already as she rubbed her thighs together. Her heat was now starting, and she couldn’t wait. Especially when the Alpha’s scent called to her when she came out of the bathroom freshly showered.
Oh.
The pictures didn’t do her justice. The Avatar’s back was on her. She was only in a towel hanging on her hips which showcased her incredible physique. Rippling muscles flexed every time she moved, and Asami was drooling on both of her lips. But she wasn’t prepared when she saw the Alpha’s front. She swallowed thickly at the sight of her dark breasts, nipples already erect. Her gaze then slowly traced The Avatar's body down to see her chiseled abs clenching as she dried her hair with another towel.
Finally, the Alpha noticed Asami staring at her. “Hello.” She said with a charming smile. “You were asleep when I came in, so I took a shower first before we started.”
Oh. She’s adorable. I thought she was some fearsome Alpha. Could she really satisfy my heat? Asami was now having second thoughts, though The Avatar's body was quite distractingly beautiful for those thoughts to fully process.
The Avatar cleared her throat. “Uhm, Asami, right? Nice meeting you. Shall we start?”
Asami blinked her thoughts away. “Okay. How do we do this?”
“Simple.” The Alpha suddenly changed her demeanor from an adorable pup to a full-blown wolf. “First, I want you out of those clothes, then I’ll take care of the rest,” she commanded as she took off the towel.
Asami couldn't contain her shudder when she saw the huge cock the Avatar was packing. It was a lovely tan like the rest of her body, and angry veins ran down its impressive length. Her cock twitched and a pool of pre-come spilled from the slit in her cockhead.
Oh.
She couldn't wait to get a taste of it.