The Legend of the Alpha-Omega

A Look Into Her Growth

Her school days were all but long gone the moment she’d met Herald. Any learning she did was on her own with her own intentions in mind. She learned to read back in school, but read more in the hangar and his multiple sheds. Kayla would study whatever she could find. Usually it would be manuals without their machines. The technical language that was maddening to most didn’t bother her in the least. In fact, she excelled at it. Mechanics and mathematics seemed to go hand in hand and so did business. Business was how she got this far. Honing her skills, applying them to the needs and pockets of others, Kayla quickly learned that she could handle this. She could handle being on her own. 

As Kayla reached her peak, where most designations presented, she found fourteen had been the lucky number for her. It wasn’t at all as magical as she imagined it being and certainly not transcendent. They came bi-annually at first and were impressively awful. Her second year on the scene, her body seized at the feel of a trickle. She couldn't be sure what it was that would set her off, a smell, something in the hanger, the time of day, nothing seemed to add up. It was just that her body had enough of being touch starved and her own was obviously not enough. 

It amped her up which made her that much more aware of her surroundings. She focused on customers and their body language. She focused on the way they moved, if their nostrils responded, their eyes dilated. Kayla wanted to remain sharp and all knowing of an Alpha’s true strength and during the times she could be sure she wasn’t breaking down within her own biology, she trained. 

Kayla trained in the mornings when she couldn't sleep. She’d keep her form toned and ready. She could run, which was something she prided herself on, but even the most desperate Alpha could catch her based on size and determination alone. Kayla frowned at the thought, she remembered specifically looking for anything that resembled some sort of self defence or fighting for the sake of fighting. She had come across several punching bags then, all ranging in size and girth. She assumed they were made for different reasons, but without the manuals to know for sure, she was left to see what worked and what didn’t on her down time.

Down time came and went just as many times in her life, but working out for the sake of survival filled nearly every moment she needed it. If a part refused to be fixed or her anger flared do to her failure or setbacks, she would go to it. It was just a mindless cycle after a while which became her schedule. 

It didn’t change the fact that her heats were damn well raging on, demanding an Alpha, not caring if he was prince charming… that dedicated man who would whisk her away like the fairy tales in school had claimed they would, or some piece of drugged meat off the street that hadn’t even known how to care for himself, unlike herself, of course. There was a difference in homelessness as far as the topic went. No matter the designation, deeper than that, actually. It was the will to survive that kept her on the side of the tracks where she knew her limits. Her limits kept her grounded. It kept her drug free and that was a game changer for sure. Had she found herself on the other side, well, none of her beloved shop would have come into fruition. She would never have gotten the opportunity to meet Herald or Chief and would most likely have been found as a limp bag of bones to drug and f**k.

That was the trouble with presenting as an Omega. Truth be told, not even the suppressants she could afford made being an Omega sound like a gift. It was more like a burden. A terrible turn of events for the fated heart. Kayla wasn’t necessarily sure how to take that outlook. It was the only life she ever knew and for a package to sum up her future, whether she wanted it to turn out as they believed or not, they truly made the Beta designation sound far more sustainable. As she read through the instructions on how to use the needle, just where to puncture within the muscle of her thigh, and just how long to hold it down and in her for while the serum reluctantly oozed from the syringe, she’d seen it… the promise they could remove her Omega entirely with one simple call. 

No one was that stupid, she thought. Then again, no one really read the disclaimer list as diligently has she had. It simply made more sense to muscle through the pain of the shot, both financially and physically. Emotionally she’d grit through the pain, telling herself that only babies cried about shots so that she could put her reactions to the cold, thick metal protruding into her skin and waiting the expected two whole minutes before she could retract the damn thing. Overall, her suppressant not only helped quiet the call of her Omega, but her scent as well, not to mention the surprising effects which had made her much less lethal. It was not to say that she couldn't down someone for looking at her the wrong way, it was more that the drug helped her stay calm. That was all it did. 

By the time she turned fifteen, she machined her own taser and was working on a handgun that had been rotting in the back for ages. It took a lot of cleaning, but it worked eventually which was a necessary tool to keep around with her. If it wasnt a stalking Alpha, it was a mother f*****g spider. 

God how she HATED spiders!

 And it wasn't just a spider either. Not the ones that hung out in old, never used spaces, not bothering to show their ugly little faces. No, no… the spiders she was referring to were small birds sized tarantulas. It wasn't enough that they were there either. They felt the need to multiply. And oh, how they were rabbits like in their population growth too. Kayla honestly never saw the change coming. Yes there were poisonous creatures out there. No she did not always remember to spray for said creatures, and when one made it past her doors, they stuffed themselves in corners and made their homes in old works she had kept off to the side for reasons. 

It wasn't enough that they down right scared the ever living s**t out of her. No, no. That would be enough on its own. No, it was the fact that elicited a certain scent of distress that had Alphas rushing the establishment to take away that ache. It wasn’t that she didn't think she needed help, the fact of the matter was there in thick legged creatures she didn’t mind blasting to bits, she just didn't know what kind of Alpha she was going to get after a burst in needy pheromones, hence her reasons why she legitimately hated them. 

The fact that she felt they were scary and jumped was enough of a motive to take the issue into her own hands. Her gun had been safely secured to her, a more than generous helping of pellets had been made to shoot round after round promising their inevitable defeat with every unwanted entry into her home. 

Yes there were other pests like scorpions which had been unnerving thanks to their tails but once she’d known how to deal with those bastards, they were gone in a flash. 

But the spiders? Those things needed to die by her fire. They needed to feel her fear and accept each of the cannonball sized pellets in ratio to their size, penetrate their large, hairy bodies as she willed them to for the very time they ran across her floor or happened to spook her out of her machinery. She didnt care if she had to remake a piece for the way the pellet ricocheted off of the ruined part either. She could remake the part, no problem. What she did have a problem with was giving away one passing glance, replacing her deadly intent with understanding. That would never do, especially where she’d found them within her drawers. Nope. That was the last straw, and she became an excellent shot because of it. 

A small part of her thanks the devilish creatures since her accuracy really has paid off, warding away any roaming Alphas with careless but meaningful shots. A few times she’d pulled the trigger without aiming at the Alpha in question. There were times that she would mercilessly shoot at the spiders out in the rocky terrain while leering Alphas approached, making it absolutely clear that she was lethal and could end him in earnest if he didnt back the f**k up.  

Her self-conscious side would bring constant alarm in all hours of the day knowing she couldn’t always afford her shots, however, but that still, it meant she had to be ready. 

There was a moment in time somewhere between then and several years ago that she had found an old video player and box television. Kayla recovered it and dealt with the cracked screen, learning mixed martial arts from one of her favorite teachers, Jack E Cee. He was the fastest she’d ever seen, and would be just as fast, mimicking everything he did in the movies. These, however, would only be used in the opportunity that she needed to, and certainly against a fleshy human person and definitely not a spider .