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Gyro had always wanted a family.
He had a big one himself. Though they barely counted as a family to him. He was rushed to a private school. Put through independent study. He only saw his family on the holidays. But his family. His siblings. They were family. They talked about things. Laughed together. A regular pack of alphas. A whole world Gyro never knew. No matter how much he yearned for it.
Gyro’s responsibility was his education. And he took it seriously. He was top of his class. Graduated with honors. Companies practically jumped to bring him into their institutes. And he accepted one. An American institute that promised more money and benefits than the rest of them. He got on a plane. And never saw his family again.
Time went on. Work went on. Responsibilities. Theories. Working with a team. Working in the labs. Things changed. But not the ache in his heart. He tried his best. He was a good alpha. Always took his suppressants. Never flirted with coworkers or patients. Never stared at a neck, even if its owner wasn’t an omega. It got him good standing at his job and not much else.
Gyro tried to be good. He dated. He attracted more one-night stands and breakups than the lifelong partner he wanted.
And then one day that changed. She was The One. Funny. Smart. Responsible. She was a beta but that was okay. She was patient. He loved her so much he didn’t mind how she shied away when he mentioned marriage or bonding. It was the happiest three years of Gyro’s life.
And he got down on one knee.
And her real words came out.
“No. I can’t do this. We need to stop. I’m sorry. But it’s over.”
All before he could even get out the ring.
He watched her go. It was clear as day. Even with the tears that came to his eyes. A sight he never would forget.
And with her, left Gyro’s self-control too.
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Gyro always needed a family.
Someone who wouldn’t leave. Couldn’t leave. Even if they wanted to.
A beta could always leave. That was his first mistake. But an omega. An omega was perfect. It was in his very nature. Alphas and omegas. An omega he could bond. And there was no stronger union than a bond. A permanent mark of their future life together. He needed an omega for his family.
And one day by God’s grace, he was given his opportunity to get it.
“I thought we had it now.” One of his coworkers sigh. His name was Poco. Gyro only remembered the names due to the nametags.
“Heat production and fertility aren’t correlated after all.” The next tsks, slamming down the result papers. Ferdinand. He and Gyro were the only ones with Doctorates in the team.
“It’s a mystery solved.” The last speaks. Soundman. “There might be use for this. Some market for it.”
“I doubt it. What use would there be in inducing a pseudo-heat state?” Ferdinand sneers.
“There’s a big sex market. Wouldn’t you aloms jump on this? An omega doesn’t have to get off suppressants to have a good fuck.” Poco says. Oh. He’s looking at Gyro. The question was at him.
“There’s the hallucinogenic side effect.”
“Shit. Good point. A bad trip sounds like the worst thing to have during sex.”
“It’s a failure,” Sandman says. “We need to move to the next project.”
“Yeah. Back to the drawing board, right? Let’s clean up and get back to it.” Poco jumps up, heading towards the lab.
“I’ll take the vials,” Gyro says.
“Oh. Thanks, big guy. Soundman, can you send in our findings?”
Gyro doesn’t have to listen anymore. He makes his way to the lab. Takes the rest of the drugs they made. These. These could work. He’s seen the effects first hand. Not dangerous. But effective.
He stuffs three into his pocket and keeps walking.
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The expenses didn’t matter. They would be worth it for his future family.
“Must be some real fun business you’re going to be getting into to need all this soundproofing.” The worker jokes as they work in Gyro’s bedroom. No. Their bedroom. He’d be sharing soon.
“Maybe too much fun,” Gyro winks, earning a laugh from the worker.
His contractor was useful. Even helped him make the spare bedroom the nursery. And the best part? Everything was anonymous. Perhaps the company was up to some illegal business but the pot couldn’t very well call the kettle black.
The work was long but it gave him time to plan. To check on the vials. To furnish the rooms. To buy what they would need for their family.
All he needed now was to put his plan to action.