The Legend of the Alpha-Omega

Friends to Family

Small, odd jobs would come through among the larger that would catch her attention. Some she found were harder to fill than they had originally sounded which would deter most, she thought, and her most recent was no different. She had noticed that she needed a heavy magnetic clamp since she had no one around to hold her ladder. Being alone sucked sometimes but she’d figure things out. She always had. That particular project had inspired a remote controlled system to assist her with and kept the controller fastened to her work belt at all times. Kayla programmed it to handle all of her work related needs within the hanger. It helped her manage the doors, ventilation, lights, her magnetic energy fields for her clamp strips which secured ladders and other heavy machinery that elevated vehicles or suspended them from the rafters for especially fine work. Anything she wanted to handle was manageable through a series of codes she had memorized, of course.

Aside from her self help within her business and system, the next thing that helped her manage her mental health was music. She loved music. Playing it openly would get her in so much trouble though. Kayla wondered if it was just her or if it happened to every Omega but music, she found, was most important to her right before her Heats. That and her gum addiction. Cracking her gum on rapid fire made her aware that it was coming. Music, however, was like a siren’s call. Not that the mythical creature was real, but it seemed to work the same as an air raid siren. It called Alphas to her property that couldn't have possibly known she was unmated. While the loud, thumping base would blissfully keen through her body, each wave was noticeably changing her safety, and that was a huge mistake.

Eventually Kayla was able to create her own version of headphones with scraps of old items she found within the shed she managed to fix, then inserted and hard wired the music bearing computer system into the left speaker. She managed to work on a spinning wheel of sorts on the right that controlled volume and picked tracks on the right. If she wanted to load it with new music she would either have to pre-recorded tracks on other systems she created through old radios, or find phones that happened to have the tracks on their SD cards which was a crap shoot honestly and more work than it needed to be. Kayla found herself settling for whatever she had which was much more than what she started with. 

At the very least, she gained yet another freedom which was the ability to pump loads of it through her ears and ignore the world while she was working with it. Sometimes silence was good too. Kayla, though, did not like to be stopped and kept the headphones on her ears to help her appear to be busy. 

It also helped that she pre-programmed the battery as she did with her remote, to be rechargeable and lined in a band that went behind her head. It housed the wires for recharging the headphones themselves there so she didn’t have to remember where they were at night or on her downtime. 

Each success made her smile.

But being alone seemed to suck sometimes, well, when she allowed herself to think about it. 

Her life of solitude would eventually envelope into more as time went on. Kayla’s garage gained legendary stories as she grew up into being the true Omega she was destined to be. She handled no nonsense with her customers. Being the only one she could trust, she would run herself into the ground with her projects at times. Some days she wished she had some help, some companionship, anything since Chief never seemed to come out of her room anymore. It was fine though. He was old and it was the coolest place in the hanger. It made sense.  

Sure enough, as soon as she let her guard down, that was when things got interesting. 

Chyanne, a tall thin girl such as herself, with shoulder length, golden hair, shining hazel eyes and an olive toned complexion. She seemed down to earth and on her own path to make her own life better than how it started. She was motivated and never said no to a task which helped Kayla restore her hope in people. Roxi made her way to Kayla’s compound after Chyanne’s request to stick around. Roxi was shorter than both of them but built. Kayla was sure she would have one hell of a team if Roxi panned out to be just as level headed as Chyanne. The girl had dark grey eyes that nearly looked black which matched her short black hair. Her complexion seemed lighter than both of theirs which made her wonder just how she handled the sun and the potential of burning out there, but was happy to have hope seeded in the potential of new friends going forward. 

Just a few weeks in, they proved themselves to be fiery, true spirited girls. It only helped to find out that both were Betas and she hadn’t even asked. Chyanne was more than vocal about her designation, with her own qualms about it. She didn’t particularly believe that a Beta was destined to have a Beta Mate and that Alphas were only for Omegas, no matter how rare they were, Alphas would die off if they didn’t settle down and move on like the rest of society, which of course only got her more worked up. It was fun to get an idea of what the outside world had become, the tendencies of it, but Kayla had no desire to ever truly go back. Her hanger was enough, the interaction it brought was enough too, and that was just the life she was after. 

The girls proved to be instigators of schemes, new ones, always the opportunist that was for sure. Since they didn't live with her, per se, but spent the majority of their waking hours together, the girls would see Kayla starting up project after project of theirs, and absolutely felt the need to join in. Kayla would work like a dog in the extreme heat doing anything to stay busy. It was just her thing, which then translated into their thing. The girls at one point had gotten it in their heads to dig out an in-ground pool which had the ladies offering up their time as a way of passage to use it when it was finished.

Mutual friends were better than no friends, Kayla thought, and so she was alright to try this. 

Their project and time paid off. Chyanne and Roxi happened to be just as tenacious as they seemed during their first introduction. By the time she had her next Heat, the girls were ravenous, ready to protect as if they were Alphas themselves. It was interesting to learn about for sure. The Beta could be many things but just as she was an Omega, she didn’t present herself like a wanton maiden, Kayla was a fighter, and so were her friends. They learned to wield their own firearms, sure to scare off any unwanted men and took the time to make sure Kayla stayed hydrated, clean and fed in the meantime and they did it without touching her or coming too close. It was a tremendous task and Kayla would always be the one to hold their favor. They weren’t friends… they were more. They were family. 

She smiles to herself knowing full well that they would be in today. She’d see both of them in a few hours, she knew, but the knowledge of being alone after her nightmares would do her in each and every time. The fact that they're not and never did or do sleep over still bothers her slightly. If they did, she could at least relax a little after. She’d know she was safe with them looking out for her, but old habits die hard. Staying in the hangar was what she knew. Staying alone would be how it should stay, she thought. Kayla had a schedule. Let her nightmares wake her, let her frantic mind slow, check the clock, momentarily think about taking a dip under the stars, refuse and get to work. 

Waking up was always work. 

Upon finally sitting upright on her cot in her little room, she starts wondering why all these emotional memories keep plaguing her mind. She should have been able to let go of them by now. She’d grown up. She wasn’t that overly scared little girl anymore. She was more. Kayla knew she was a successful mechanic. She was smart, had a good family, business was booming and by the third quarter she would be in the heat of the racing season where new drivers who just got their wheels would be looking to give them an edge whether they were looking for paint jobs or overall body work. Her life was really far better than it could have been if she stayed where she was. But that didn’t change the issues she was having with letting her past life die and she couldn't figure out why.