“Yes?”

Beams of red light emanated from all the tentacles and ran over my body quickly. “Identity confirmed.”

“Have you Peter Lynn requested information on the Volardi Omega Mating Program?”

Stupid name. I nodded.

“Please confirm.”

“Yes! I did... okay?”

“You have chosen this of your own free will?”

My voice lowered to a whisper. “Yes.”

“For further confirmation, please state your intent from your website visit at 11:43 PM Local time.”

I inhaled deep. “I wanted to know more about your program because I think I would make a good Omega for the Volardi.”

“Have you felt desires to indicate you would make an excellent child bearer?”

My teeth gnashed together. “Yes.”

From inside the house, I heard Becky laugh into her palm.

I didn’t enjoy saying it, but it sounded good. I could fail the test intentionally.

“Voice print statement recorded.” Its center red eye protruded out while a metallic tentacle handed me a thin silver rod. “Please take this and answer all questions honestly. This will match you with your ideal mate after you undergo the fertility process. Press your thumb against either side to activate. Once finished, press both sides in unison.”

My lips thinned while I reached toward the flying ‘thing’ that looked like it could kill me instead of delivering packages. Knowing what the Volardi could do, I’m sure that was possible.

I grabbed the metal rod, then watched the drone dart back into the sky. The door closed and Becky’s long howls of laughter greeted me. Her voice deepened until it almost sounded like mine. “I, Peter believe I’d make a terrific Omega for the Volardi... because I like big dick.”

Heat flashed over my face and I screamed. “Shut up.”

“Make me.”

“You’ll wake Pa.”

“He’s out in the back forty with the cows. Nobody here but... us girls.”

She didn’t consider Omegas as girls. It was her way to get me mad. “You’re a real bitch, Becky.”

“And you might just become one Peter... or should I say... Petra?”

“That’s a stupid name.”

A young, but deep male voice rang out of the kitchen, “I think it’s a great one. Suits... him. I mean her.”

Nate…

Mister ‘Tall and Muscled’ stepped around the corner and into the living room. His dark hair was gelled up at the front and top and buzz cut to the side. Even indoors he had his wraparound mirrored sunglasses. His tight grey shirt was cut low. You’d almost think it was for a girl, but he used it to show off his angled chest muscles. Although it was so tight, you could see his six pack abdominals underneath. He grinned as he flexed his tree trunk thick muscles. Bushy caterpillar’ish eyebrows went up. “So, Becky tells me you’re tired of pretending you’re a guy or straight? Figured you might as well be a chick?” His eyes turned into mock concern. “Hey man… girl, whatever. I’d say you got my sympathy if you weren’t hooking up with invaders.”