The Legend of the Alpha-Omega

Heightened Awareness

Kayla pulls new clothes from the drawer next to her cot. A new white bra, white tank, a black thong and s****s, her usual. Especially under her coveralls, proven to keep her cool even under the thick fabric of them, although the evening could fluctuate and be cooler than she’d expected even if the sun had just set. It really depended on the day. After she’s changed, she looks for a pair of socks and puts them on lazily. Pulling her boots from Chief, she gives him a knowing smile, pats him on the back, and tells him to go back to sleep. Kayla then slips them on and ties them methodically before heading down the stairs. 

Kayla groans at the sight of her army green coveralls laying on her tool bench then looks down at her laced boots. It's times like these that she just stares at her feet expecting them to unlace themselves so that she can get on with her night. It never happens, but one could wish.

Not this time, she thinks, fighting to stuff her booted foot through the first thickly stitched cuff. If anyone saw her they’d think she was acting like a child, but no one was there and it was fine… it was fine. She would get there. There was no race to finish her work. It was just precautionary for the lift, she thought, and the engine was technically finished. It just needed to be lifted and lowered back into the body of the vehicle. 

“Everything is fine,” she repeated to herself.

Once finally dressed, she rose to her feet, sashaying her garment up her body and then thrust her arms through the sleeves. Kayla sighed, rubbing her neck in relief before moving to get the rest of her gear on. The first thing she equipped was her leg strap holster. Next, she yanked open the drawer to her right, exposing her loaded pistol within it. Kayla was sure to tuck extra ammo in her pocket just in case those bastard spiders showed up while she was deep in thought, as that's when they usually appeared. 

Next to be added to her person was her tool belt, her usual tools hung over her left hip while her remote was securely fashioned over the right. As she turns to shut the drawer, she has the faintest feeling she’s being watched. 

The Omega part of her is enjoying the thought while Kayla the survivalist in her is not.

Quickly, she punches six codes in and all of the lights flood the hangar. No one is there. Odd. She decides in that moment to leave the lights on for the remainder of the night because of the strange feeling still cloying in her mind.  

Kayla shakes her head, proceeding to lock up as she usually does but leaves her music around her neck instead of her ears. She needs to know if her senses are overreacting or deceiving her due to nearing her Heat, she couldn't be sure, but now was not the time to put herself at risk. Then again, it could just be her nerves thanks to the potential of what was to come based on what kind of group they had summoned with that damned help wanted sign this morning. 

Kayla licks her lips and pushes them together, holding in a groan that not even she needed to hear. Maybe she should have just addressed the crowd so that she knew what she was getting into tomorrow. Maybe that would have helped her feel a little calmer… Finally she let out a sigh and pushed forward with her task. 

Gum. She needed gum. She needed it badly too. Already beginning to feel the way her body ached for that fruity stick of relaxation cracking in the form of tiny bubbles under her tongue, Kayla found herself pawing around for it in the same drawer she had pulled her pistol from. It’s funny how she didn’t think of it then but needed it now. Again she opened the drawer only to snatch up a couple wrapped pieces to take with her, unwrapped and popped the final one into her mouth before discarding the shed paper in the wastebasket and closing the drawer for the last time. Gum would soothe her nerves, she thought, then nodded to herself as she made her rounds to close down the space and get to work. 

Once everything was closed, she looked up at the time just above the chain link fence keeping the hangar safe from the open office area to see what time it was.

8:15pm. 

Plenty of time, she nods again. Plenty of time. 

Kayla makes her way over to the lift and after inspection, finds out the inner gear formation has been grounded down from the sun star gear it once was to a balder version of itself, which was why she had so many issues with it, she thought. Kayla drops her shoulders and lightly bangs her head under the hood of the open equipment. She then groans and pushes her head back trying to think of where there was another one, or enough steel to make a new one by melting down old parts. 

Not that melting down steel was any easy task…

A few lyrics just happen to lick her ears as she makes that connection, aiding her thoughts in a more positive light. She was capable, she told herself, and would weather this storm as she had with all the rest. 

That’s when she remembers the rack on the other wall. No sooner did she get off the ladder did she make her way back across the hangar with the pieces in mind. Her strides were long and determined while she tried calculating just how many pieces she would need before she got there. Kayla found this method to be helpful to keep her on task so that she didn’t forget what she was doing once she made it back.

As she neared it, she stroked out another code, which made the rack begin to turn, pulling up the rare pieces so she could scan through the common ones as soon as she made it back. 

It, however, isn’t as easy as she would have thought. Steel wasn’t a usual metal in the shop and she didn’t exactly have the material, skills, or necessity to create an open-hearth furnace. Hers was far smaller and could not produce the amount she was sure she needed in the belly of the beast. 

Kayla groaned again, speaking softly to herself as she didn’t need a complex nor to answer herself on a daily basis like Chyanne would when she was agitated, she asked, “Wouldn’t it be divine to find what you’re looking for the first time?” as the track ended in a long, soft melodic way. It was just low enough to hear another unexpected sound. 

It was someone’s breath hitching. She’d known the sound anywhere. But she was alone. There was no one with her.

Or at least she didn't think there was. 

The sound, while low, had been near. It hadn’t been the door out to the pool as she hadn’t touched it. It wasn't her boots, she just replaced them for the left one’s squeaky promises as she walked around the property. It was very clearly human, as Chief never made such a sound. And therefore the hair on her skin had raised, sending a chill up them and right back down her spine. 

Kayla stood up straight willing herself to look back at the lobby, hoping the person was just beyond the gate and that she was still safe. And so she rolled her shoulders, took on her no nonsense stance and carefully peaked back at the padlocks, noticing how they were still secured. 

We’re safe, her Omega purred, remembering to be methodical about her lifestyle choice.

Next, Kayla looked up at the clock, squinting as she did. It did not really say 8:57pm did it? She can only frown at it, wondering just what they did about the hours and when it was meant to shift. Her eyes flick back to the calendar beside Roxi’s long desk, back by where she kept her manuals to find the day calendar confirming it was in fact the summer, which then meant they were in the haul of the summer hours… and it truly was exactly that. 

Finally, she looks back at the lobby, offering a simple greeting as she went, all the while trying to still sound authoritative. It was her shop after all, and no one was going to make her feel like she was less than that. Kayla then motioned to put the lights on in the lobby and was entirely too threatened by the large figure of a man, making air catch in her throat as she proceeded to ask, “How can I help you?”

 She’s quaking. She can feel herself moving involuntarily, worried about the sheer size of him at first, then the fact that he hadn’t moved, and finally that he had just stared back at her had made her uneasy. But just as the discomfort came it ended. Kayla controlled herself well, now frustrated at his current state of being. 

Oh, God. Here we go, another Alpha intent with stalking her…

Kayla proceeded to clear her throat. When she’s ready to speak again, she hangs her fingers through the chain linked fencing she had installed at the front desk all those years ago with her right hand high but comfortably so, above her head. She then pushed her left into her hip cockily while she gave him his only warning, “If your answer is pertains to your biological needs to get with an Omega, you can get the f**k out.”