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The blond Alpha wanted to bounce her high heeled foot, a habit of her father's. The grey stilettos, matching her short dove grey skirt suit. She crossed her legs to stop the compulsion. The way she crossed her legs was from her Papa, with the foot of the upper crossed leg hooked behind the calf of the lower leg.
Her fingers tipped by manicured nails painted a dark red, she couldn't control as easily, a habit from her Papa. While her Papa's fingers looked like they were typing or using keyboard shortcuts. Hers moved like she was writing in cursive. One of her brother's was able to read what she was writing in her imagination and could also deduce what their papa was typing. Most of her brothers did a similar thing with their hands. One looked like he was moving through notes on his violin, her oldest brother played a piano. Most had some gesture they had practised until it became a subconscious movement of the hands, like something was trying to burst out. She clasped her hands to stop it. The tips still twitched against her will whenever she stopped looking at them.
Her green eyes from her Papa. Her hair, a mix of both her parents, long, blond(Like her father), pulled straight(naturally wild, a trait of her Papa's) and back. The hair at the sides pulled together at the nape of her neck and held by an ornamental clasp of silver, given to her by her great aunt. A gift when she graduated from Oxford, having read law.
Sitting in an uncomfortable chair, one of the many lining the wide hall. The classic and intimidating government building, the location of the necessary and unpopular committee meeting. Convened because the government had finally come to the conclusion all was not well and things needed to change. She was not the only one here. All the lobby and pressure groups were here. There were witnesses sitting or standing all along the hall. All waiting until called into the room one at a time.
Like every movement there were wings. Very rarely had peaceful protest achieved anything on its own. She was the political wing of her movement. Her younger sister and the bound omega of her brother, the propaganda wing, two shining examples of what a weak, stupid and cowardly Omega could do. Both doctors, one a forensic pathologist and the other a PHD scientist, the country's foremost geneticist.
The public couldn't know about her Papa, yet. An Omega, almost destroyed by the country he had helped save as often as he had levelled opponents to it. Or her Omega brothers who were more physical in their defence of the country, both in their time acting as instruments, operatives, soldiers or assassins in the defence of the United Kingdom. One now ran MI5 in all but name. The other the heart and conscience of the triad who ran MI6.
There were two main militant wings. One headed by her older brother(Omega) and his mate(Alpha), the ones who ran MI5. The mate was a decent man, a good operative and kept her brother from focusing on something to the sacrifice of all else(a focus from their father). But her brother was the brains behind that throne. Often helped by her half brother and his friends, bound Omega and his male Beta lover.
Another militant and the command wing, based around MI6. The Triad, the family called that group. Headed up by a younger but still older than her brother(Alpha). Her brother's lover(Alpha/Male), a pack cousin of no blood relation. And the lover's cover omega who was also her older brother, who she was born directly after. It was a fucked up relationship but her brother and his lover were still in danger. Sexual interactions between men, illegal unless one and only one was an Omega. So there were two overlapping relationships and it worked. Her older brother and his lover and her slightly older brother and his Alpha. The three ruled MI6 with an iron fist. Equal to her Father and pack uncles who ran MI6 before them. And before her father, her great aunt and the founder of the Pack and its first Alpha.
Her younger sister, a witness to the committee in her own professional right. She had given her evidence as part of the scientific witnesses. A public Omega with a PHD in genetics, who's radical thesis was growing in recognition and credibility. With any inbred population, the chances of a male being produced goes up the more inbred it becomes. With an Omega maternal parent the likelihood of a child being born the same sex(A/B/O) as the father was high. She theorised and was working extensively to prove that selectively forcing a high Alpha ratio was also resulting in the high numbers of males being born and would ultimately lead to a catastrophic population crash. It was not all her sister's own work. A pack uncle's papa started the research in the fifties, an intelligent Omega that was never allowed to go to school until he bonded with an acentric Alpha. Although his research centred on the ability of an Omega mother to pass on traits of the father.
There were more. The half brother of a her half brother walked the corridors of power with command, respect and fear, his lover the head of the MET. Her sister an Admiral and in line for First Sea Lord if she kept her temper. Her sister's husband who was head of the Army. Not to mention the other friends and pack that had been built up.
Looking up the hall she saw representatives from other groups that she wasn't officially involved with, some however, she knew. She nodded to the representative of one group. He was a student of her uncle, and used to be under her father's command in MI6. He was an Alpha male who's orientation leaned to Beta Males. His lover in the police and a really nice guy, who was nearly burned at the stake for his orientation towards Alpha men. They wanted an end to the criminalisation of same gender and sex relationships. So two men or two women of either alpha or beta sex would not be prosecuted. And technically Omega Male/Male and Female/Female relationships, but they were pretty much overlooked and there was plenty of porn to prove it.
There was a group representing sex workers that she didn't deal with. A Beta advocacy group, the sex now critically endangered and wanting fairer access to Omegas. Betas making up about 5% of the population. With Omegas making up about 30%. The rest Alphas with males getting more and more common and all wanting an Omega to breed so they could produce a new generation of unsustainable Alphas.
It all started out innocently enough, with a war, World War I. Alphas both male and female stepped up first, all to willingly, seeking the fight and glory. They were hit the hardest. The war ended with the first major crash in the Alpha demographic.
Within one generation and before the Alphas could recover fully. A country had do decide between communism or a radical. They thought they had chosen the lesser of two evils, and stuck with the Radical they marched to war again. By the end. With a combined male and female Alpha population of less than 2%, mostly old or young, radical reforms were introduce and with one loss of freedom the rest soon followed.
It started with an Alpha legally allowed to forcibly claim any omega aged 16 or over as long as they had not been claimed by another Alpha. In bad situations, younger Omegas could be claimed with consent from their parents. Of course money, power and intimidation started to get involved and new slave trade emerged, like it had in continental Europe, Africa, South America and Asia. Even America, the land of the free wasn't so free for some.
Some Alphas claimed multiple Omegas creating harems. Then contested climes started, when one Alpha had a multiple Omegas and another Alpha had none. So, the government got involved again, and made things worse. In a one year grace, between 16-17 an omega needed to be claimed whether by choice, sold or bartered. If still unclaimed by the 17th birthday the choice no longer became their family's. Officially the institutions were to hold the unclaimed Omegas until assigned a random Alpha who had placed their name in to a pool.
Quickly the random pool was dropped. For a fee anyone who wanted to breed an omega went to a whelping farm and nine months later their child was brought to them. Then it became a tradition for an alpha coming of age, a party ending in the mounting of the Alpha's first Omega. For a higher fee a virgin was brought to the Alpha in a ceremony of Breaking In.
The woman took a shuddering breath, looked at her clasped hands, she rememberer her Papa telling her the story. From one day wanting to be like her friend and dreaming of her right of passage. From her dream, where on her16th she could go break in an Omega, to hearing the raw facts. But that was the point, the story was a metaphorical slap to the face to show her the culture around her was wrong. That to treat anyone like that was wrong.
From that day on she joined her brothers, sisters, parents, uncles and aunts in the fight. Later, she became the voice and advocate of the Elevationist movement. The movement to Elevate the rights of Omegas in particular, to equality. Free of forced bonding, able to choose the Alpha/Beta/Omega, Man or woman they wanted. Free them of the institutions where forced heats result in rapes meant to impregnate them, a ritual that they would repeat until they are spent or dead. Free of a market of prostitution and sexual slavery while in those institutions and even if they survived them.
Heart beating faster. Thinking on the righteousness of her cause. She had killed and maimed in its name, she was a fanatic and proud. Her father had taught her well and her aunt better. Even with the adrenalin pumping and heart racing her demeanour was cool. Her Aunt had taught her to speak and she could speak well. If she ranted and raved the committee could dismiss her as unhinged. They couldn't dismiss fact, reason, they may try but they knew what needed to be done, they just needed the most publicly acceptable way of doing it. They were wrong and she was right. A simple stance and she would force a mortal wound with the most powerful concept. 'They well see from another point of view'
“Monique Sebastian Bond. The Sexual relations and Family Committee will see you now”
'It is time the world changed'