The Omega Prize: The Legion Omegas, #1

By Leann Ryans

A Prize worth fighting for.

 

Brie doesn't let being an omega stop her, but things get complicated when she runs out of suppressants and her boss figures out what she is.
Especially since he knows an omega is the one thing any alpha will fight for.

Zander should be focused on the contracts to save his business, but he forgets everything when he sees the pretty waitress from the bar locked in a cage. One scent, and he's hooked.

Can he defeat the other alphas to win her for himself?

***This is Book 1 in the MF Sci-fi Omegaverse series, The Legion Omegas. It is a slow-burn romance and can be read as a standalone.***

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leann Ryans
• Release date: Jun 23, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223278917

Leann Ryans

I'm a wife and mother of four who's been an avid reader since I could pick up a book. It wasn't unusual for me to read a book a day, ignoring the real world as I was sucked into the pages of a great story. I grew up on sci-fi and fantasy books before discovering the world of romance. PNR has always been my go-to, and omegaverse is my addiction of choice. I love writing books featuring heroes who are a bit rough around the edges but aren't overly cruel. My heroines aren't always the take charge type, but neither are all women. They are comfortable in their femininity. If you're looking for a story that has dark themes without leaving you wanting to punch the hero in the face, mine might just be for you.

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The Omega Prize

The Legion Omegas Book 1

Leann Ryans

Copyright © 2019 Leann Ryans

All rights reserved

The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.

Cover design by: Dazed Designs

This one was for me.

Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

1. Brie

2. Brie

3. Brie

4. Brie

5. Zander

6. Brie

7. Zander

8. Brie

9. Brie

10. Zander

11. Zander

12. Zander

13. Brie

14. Brie

15. Zander

16. Brie

17. Zander

18. Brie

19. Zander

20. Zander

21. Brie

22. Zander

23. Brie

24. Zander

25. Brie

26. Zander

27. Brie

28. Zander

29. Zander

30. Brie

31. Zander

32. Brie

33. Brie

34. Zander

35. Brie

Epilogue

Thanks

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1. Brie

T

he growling.

Always with the damn growling.

It was like it was impossible for alphas to be in public without losing their temper over something and trying to see whose dick was bigger. It didn’t seem to matter the species, either.

Brie rolled her eyes at herself as she made her way through the dim room packed full of bodies. The music was so loud she could barely hear her own thoughts. With so many people crammed into the club, even her skirt and tank top felt too warm. Her pale skin glistened with a layer of sweat.

Hey Sheena. I need two doubles, and four pints.

She leaned her hip against the counter, fanning herself as she sat her tray on the bar and waited for the drinks.

These alphas are killing me. There’s too many, and it’s too damn hot in here!

Sheena turned to her with the drinks and raised her purple eyebrows.

I know what you mean. It always sucks when warships come in. We end up with so many soldiers in here you can’t move without bumping someone, and they lose their shit if they’ve been drinking too much. Plus, the crews are wound too tight. Grouchy fuckers. You feel okay Brie?

She nodded, pushing her hair over her shoulders.

Yeah, I’m good. It's just the growling and having to hustle my ass more than usual, plus all the bodies.

She lifted the full tray with a shrug as Sheena grinned at her, showing off her sharp canines.

You know you got a nice ass, her friend yelled over the music with a wink. Just try to ignore the alpha-holes. You’ve taken your vitamins, right? Sheena asked, sobering and giving her a pointed stare.

With Sheena’s dusty blue skin and neon green eyes, her stare used to be creepy, before Brie had seen weirder things at the club. Sheena was the only person on the station who knew Brie wasn’t a beta, but an omega on heat suppressants. Though it was illegal to hide her dynamic, the risk of being caught with the drugs was better than the alternative. Being an omega on a space station where the population had a higher than usual number of alphas would only lead to one of few shitty options.

The best-case scenario was being force bonded to a complete stranger. Even though Station Eight wasn’t in the middle of nowhere, it was far enough out in the Legion that not everything that happened on the station was on the right side of legal, and there were much worse alternatives.

Of course, Brie answered sweetly, blowing Sheena a kiss.

She headed back to her tables as Sheena moved on to other orders.

Even though Sheena wasn’t much older than her, she had acted as a mother figure ever since Brie came to the station as a stowaway, running from a brother who tried selling her to an alpha almost three times her age before she was even legal. Their parents had both died in an accident when she was young, and for a couple years they made do with what they could scrape together.

Eventually though, her brother’s gambling problem got him in a bind, and since she hadn't looked like a child anymore, she became his get-out-of-jail-free card. As soon as she figured out what he was planning to do with her, she’d snuck onto the first ship she could catch off-world. Luckily for her, Sheena found her shortly after she stumbled off the ship, dehydrated and weak from hunger after days spent curled in the hold.

She took Brie in, fed her, and taught her the ropes of the station. She also found the heat suppressing pills for Brie once she realized Brie was an omega entering puberty.

They had lived together for a few years, until the apartment next to Sheena’s opened up. Brie jumped on the chance to move and give Sheena her space back, plus, it gave her the chance to prove to herself she could make it on her own.

She walked back to the table waiting for their drinks. Two Alegran alphas, with their short red horns and solid black eyes, most likely from the warship, and two of the girls from the pleasure deck watched her as she closed the distance between them.

Another of the other-than-legal things everyone on the station turned a blind eye to, Deck Three was a place females avoided, unless you were willing to take credits to give pleasure in whatever way the paying customer demanded. Brie saw the girls in the club each night, luring men back to their rooms.

As an omega, just the thought of what would happen to her on that deck made her nauseous. She had heard the stories from when it had happened in the past.

The blood stains were supposedly still there.

Here’s your drinks, she yelled over the music with a smile for the alphas.

She passed the drinks out around the table, and the Alegran on the left grunted, holding out his arm so she could pass the scanner over his wristband.

Everyone on the station wore a band since it contained all their personal information. From identity, to funds, to security clearances, and medical information. It told the time and worked as a communicator, and anything else a person could need too. Only slaves went without one since they were property, but there weren’t many of those on the station.

As she took the payment for the drinks, the alpha on the right leaned over and made a grab for her ass even though he had one of the pleasure girls halfway in his lap. Brie had been doing her job long enough that she easily avoided his hand with a sway of her hips that wouldn’t seem like she was running from him.

Flashing him a smile to keep him from getting upset, she took off in the other direction, weaving through the crowd to her next table. She had learned to be quick on her feet to avoid gropy patrons and drunk alphas who took offense at the slightest provocation.

Including evading their advances. They took that as an insult, so it was best to get out of reach quickly. Alphas seemed to think they had the right to get what they wanted, and when they were drinking, they had a tendency to become barbaric animals that only wanted two things; to fight and to fuck.

Maybe it was because she had been on heat suppressants for so much of her life, but she wasn’t like other omegas who would meekly give in to any alpha. Their growling just grated her nerves, and she’d never heard the supposed purr they could make that turned an omega into a puddle of hormones. She would much rather serve betas, even if they didn’t tip as well.

Shaking her head, she told herself to shut up and focus on her job so she could get through her shift. It was going to be a long night, and someone in her position couldn’t afford to let her mind drift.

2. Brie

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roaning, Brie smacked at her wrist to stop the blaring alarm. The wristband was regulated to give seven hours of sleep, tracking pulse and movements to determine if the person was asleep or just being lazy. She hated the thing, and wished there was a way to get it to allow more, because she was always left feeling tired.

Trying to snuggle back into her nest of blankets, the damn alarm kept going off, and wouldn’t stop until she got out of bed and made enough movements to register as being ‘awake’.

All right, all right, she mumbled, rolling over the side of the bed to her feet.

She stumbled to the bathroom to relieve herself and winced as she turned on the light. Even with her eyes closed, they burned for the first couple minutes.

By the time she finished and walked to the sink to wash up and brush her teeth, she was awake and able to open her eyes without pain. She had never been the type to need anything to wake up besides movement and light, but she also couldn’t go back to sleep if she had to get out of bed for any reason, either.

Stimulants like coffee and dougur were an extra charge that she couldn’t afford with her other costs on the pay from the club, so it was a good thing she didn't need them. As it was, she barely had enough extra each month to cover her suppressants and keep herself fed, but she always found a way.

Once done in the bathroom, she headed to her tiny kitchen. There were cafeterias and cafes throughout the station, but every room had at least a small fridge and a heating unit. The nicer apartments even had ovens and dishwashers, but making enough to move to one of those was a dream she doubted she’d even achieve.

Grabbing a glass for water and her bottle of pills, she emptied the blue container into her hand and frowned down at the little white lumps.

Heat suppressants were hard to get since they were illegal. Alphas didn’t enjoy being denied what they consider rightfully theirs, but Brie had an arrangement with one of the chefs in the cafeteria on her deck. Cherik was from a race that didn’t have the alpha-omega dynamic, and he would get them smuggled in with his food orders for her. She hadn't heard from him in a while, and she was down to only four pills.

She took one, and though she usually skipped out on eating in the cafeteria to save money, she decided to go as an excuse to see if he had gotten in her next bottle and just hadn’t sent her a message yet. Throwing on a pair of shorts and a baggy shirt, she headed down the hall toward the cafeteria where Cherik worked.

Her apartment was one of the cheapest ones, so it wasn’t close to any of the public spaces. She didn’t mind since it meant less traffic in the area. For someone who slept odd hours due to working at the club, that was worth more than having to walk farther to reach the stores she couldn’t afford anyway. Plus, being right next to Sheena was something she wouldn’t give up even if she could afford a better place.

Luckily, with the odd hour, the cafeteria was empty, and she had a chance to talk to Cherik without worry of being overheard. The cafeteria was set up as a buffet, where you swiped your wristband to take a plate or a glass, so she had to be careful not to grab too much, but she still grabbed two bowls of fruit since it was something that she rarely got to have due to the cost. Fresh fruit was hard to come by in space unless you had money to spend on fast shipping.

Cherik was an Olarian who had bright orange skin, so he was easy to spot as soon as she entered. She made her way over to him while grabbing her breakfast, double checking that the room was empty.

Cherik noticed her moving his way and turned to clean the table next to the drink dispenser. Even without anyone to overhear them, they were still careful not to be obvious. She stopped and pretended to think over the choices in front of her before reaching for a glass of water.

Hey, do you have my package? I’m running low, she murmured just loud enough for him to catch.

Even with no one close enough to hear, she couldn’t help being nervous. The consequences if she was caught wouldn’t be pleasant.

"Sorry Brie, they haven’t come in.