The Accidental Alphas

by Penelope Peters

The Accidental Alphas - Penelope Peters - Omega Sanctuary Graduates
Part of the Omega Sanctuary Graduates series:
  • The Accidental Alphas

The pandemic a century ago changed everything – and now every unbonded omega must remain on an Omega Sanctuary for their entire lives or until they find a mate. John Willoughby is okay with that first option. Until he meets Wade Sheppard – and Javier Espinoza. But omegas can’t have two alphas… can they? And even if John wanted to leave with them – would the Sanctuary even allow it?

 The Accidental Alphas is the first book in the Omega Sanctuary Graduates series. It is an MMM Omegaverse romance with a HFN ending. It features boarding school-esque shenanigans, Boston-style baseball fans, and distinguished silver foxes in very nice suits.

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Publisher: Independently Published
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Pairings: M-M-M
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Bisexual, Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 3 Age: 36-45
Tropes: Age Difference, Alpha Character, Biological Urge to Mate, First Time, Menage, Second Chances
Word Count: 79000
Setting: Boston MA and surrounding area
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
Excerpt:

It was only slightly strange to be in the sanctuary halls by himself. Every other time Javier had visited, he’d been with an escort or Cora herself. She’d always been so excited to see her old, familiar stomping grounds, and even more excited about the changes she and Javier were proposing to make to them.

The laboratories hadn’t been closest to Cora’s heart, or even something she’d particularly wanted… but they’d been the last thing she’d approved for the school, and she’d been very proud of them. Javier both wanted to see them, and not to go anywhere near them.

He hoped Wade wouldn’t accidentally stumble into them. Though Cora would have been amused, Javier wouldn’t be.

“Oh, damn.”

The voice, low and worried, was unmistakable. Wade, lost and confused and thankfully not very far ahead of him; just beyond the next turning, Javier thought. The boy had probably figured out that he wasn’t anywhere near an exit.

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Maybe all Javier would have to do is take Wade back to the reception room and unleash him on Mason. It would be a very neat and fitting end to a very thorny problem, indeed.

Javier began to walk a little bit faster. His dress shoes clicked and clacked on the floor, but Javier didn’t notice the additional noise. He was already trying to figure out what to say when he turned the corner and saw—

Wade, walking in the opposite direction, as fast as he could go, worriedly looking over his shoulder as if Javier was about to arrest him.

Shit, thought Javier, cursing himself. He heard me coming and thinks I’m going to throw him out.

Javier raised his arm. “No, stop, it’s all right—”

“Yes, fine, I’m just looking for the facilities!” said Wade brightly, so full of false bravado and confidence that he never saw the boy carrying a potted plant coming around from the opposite corner.

Javier saw it all in slow motion. The look of shock on the other young man’s face when Wade slammed into him, knocking him to the ground. Papers flew in the air, the potted plant fell to the ground with a crash, and both men yelped as they tumbled to the ground. The student landed on his backside and remained there, staring up at Wade as if he was still in shock. He had dark hair and wide blue eyes, but more importantly, he was wearing the plain, unadorned uniform of the Upper Sanctuary omegas.

Uh-oh, thought Javier. He started jogging toward the pair, hoping Wade wasn’t the sort to forget his morals the moment he laid eyes on an omega.

Luckily, not. Wade scrambled to his feet and slammed back into the wall so fast he might have been jet-propelled.

“I am so sorry, man, I didn’t see you and— Oh shit, you’re a student, oh God, and I just ran you down and you’re hurt and I’m gonna get banned for life. Aunt Lydia is going to kill me.”

Javier jogged over to them, hoping they didn’t alert anyone else in the hallway’s classrooms. Luckily, no doors opened, so perhaps they would manage to fly under the radar. Or mostly, considering Wade had been unlucky enough to mow down one of the sanctuary’s residents.

“Oh, fuck,” groaned Wade, as Javier slowed down. Wade was definitely stricken, the way he was looking at Javier in utter horror. “I am so screwed. I swear, man, I was just trying to find the exit. I didn’t even want to be here today!”

“It’s fine, I heard what Mason told you,” Javier told him.

Wade choked. “Mason who? I don’t know anyone named Mason. Nope. Never heard of the guy.”

The denial was amusing – and somewhat heartening, too, that Wade was determined to protect the punk who’d steered him the wrong way. Whether it was misplaced loyalty or because he honestly didn’t realize Mason had been playing a trick, Javier didn’t know. He turned to the young man on the floor, who was still staring up in shock, though he didn’t look hurt, just startled.

Well, in for a penny, thought Javier grimly, and offered a hand to help him up. “Are you all right?”

The young man was pale and peaky, and he stared at Javier’s hand as if expecting it to infect him with the virus just by sheer proximity. “Y-y-yes?”

“Go on, take it,” said Javier patiently. “I promise you, we’ve both been tested and neither of us carry the virus. I’m sure you know that mere contact won’t start the bonding process.”

The young man only hesitated another moment before taking Javier’s hand. His hand was cool and a bit gritty, no doubt from the floor, and it fit very comfortably. Javier hoisted him to his feet.

“Man, I am so sorry,” Wade babbled to the boy. “I didn’t see you coming, I just need to get out of here. If Aunt Lydia knew I’d run you down—”

“You mean the party,” said the young man. He was easily a head shorter than either Wade or Javier, with pale with rosy cheeks. He was sweet, Javier thought, even if he struck Javier as the type of omega who would have happily disappeared into the background. “You’re… you’re alphas? I… I um, shouldn’t be talking to you.”

Wade started making noises as if he was choking on his tongue. “Oh, shit. Shit shit shit shit – you’re one of them?

The young man frowned. “What do you mean, them?

Them them, you know. The omegas we’re supposed to talk up at the party.” Wade frowned. “Wait a sec. What do you mean, you can’t talk to us? Isn’t talking to us the point?

“We’re not at the party now,” pointed out the young man. “We’re supposed to be supervised, so that everyone knows we’re talking and can monitor our mating progress. Every second we stand here talking is that many seconds less that they can decide whether or not we’re meant to be together.”

“Yeah, but that’s all pheromones, isn’t it?” asked Wade. “Doesn’t matter if we’re talking for five minutes or five hours, it’s all chemical.”

The young man shrugged. “Yeah, well. We’re supposed to spend quality time with the alphas, too, so I guess timetables are important somehow.”

Wade rolled his eyes. “And I thought Aunt Lydia was bad. She’s been reading me my horoscopes for the last week.”

“What’d they say?”

“I don’t know, but apparently I’m supposed to stay away from the color red.”

The young man chuckled. His smile—

Javier felt his entire chest turn over at that smile. He might have been pale, peaky, and entirely forgettable before. He wasn’t when he smiled. His entire face eased into something decidedly more wicked and playful. His eyes shone.

And then his mouth dropped open. “Oh, shit. The basil.”

The man fell to the ground, quickly picking up the plant. The pot was bright red, which accentuated the large, bright green leaves planted in it. Once named, Javier even recognized the smell in the air as basil – sweet and comforting. Luckily the pot didn’t appear to be broken, although there was a sizeable chip on one side of it, and some dirt scattered on the floor where it had fallen. The young man breathed a sigh of relief as he examined the plant.

“It’s okay,” he said, standing back up again before losing his balance again. “Woah.

Wade reached out and grabbed his arm to steady him, just as Javier did the same. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just stood up too fast. I got dizzy.” The young man grinned sheepishly at him and patted the side of the plant. “But this is okay. I don’t think it’ll break apart.”

“What is it?” asked Wade.

“Sweet basil. It’s a good luck present for the person I’m meeting today,” explained John, looking surprised that Wade even had to ask.

“Oh,” said Wade, his eyes going wide. “You mean… an alpha… at the party… good luck that you’ll bond?”

The young man blushed – even his ears went pink as he caressed the side of the pot. “Well, not really. I mean, I guess that’d be fine, but… I don’t particularly want to bond. With anyone. Just, Professor Applebaum’s new to the area, and we’ve been emailing for years, and I thought – it’s probably stupid.”

“No, it’s nice,” said Wade quickly. “If you already know her and stuff.”

The young man nodded. “We’ve never met in person though. I grew this myself.”

“It’s nice,” said Wade, rubbing one of the leaves and then sniffing his fingers. “Strong, too.”

“Best kitchen garden anywhere,” boasted the young man. “Well. I’m assuming anyway. So – you’re here for the party, too?”

The look of shy hope on the young man’s face hit Javier straight in the chest – just about in the same place where the startled stare had lodged, too.

He’s adorable, thought Javier – but just as quickly as the thought came to him, he shoved it away. But he’s too young for me. And I’m not ready for another mate anyway. Might never be.

One look at Wade, however – and Javier realized that he wasn’t alone. Wade was dumbfounded, as if someone had just informed him that the world was upside-down and he’d better hold tight to the ground.

Huh. Him too?

“Oh. Yeah. Sort of. I mean. I really shouldn’t be here,” blurted out Wade. Javier tried not to groan out loud. “I’m not ready for a mate, and I’m really not the kind of alpha anyone here would want.”

“You don’t seem so bad to me,” the young man said, and then ducked his head as his cheeks flushed even more. “I mean – you apologized for knocking me over. And you look nice. I know it sounds like I’m just saying that—”

Wade sighed. “Look, kid, just because I’ve got manners doesn’t make me the kind of alpha who can afford Ferraris and fancy watches and losing a quarter mil as soon as they make it.”

The young man bristled. “Kid? I’m twenty-four.

“Good for you,” said Wade, exactly as if he didn’t care. “I’m twenty-seven. What’s your point?”

“I’m forty-two,” said Javier, amused. Neither of them heard him.

“My point is I’m not a kid,” said the young man hotly. “I might be bonded by the end of the day.”

“I have a career,” Wade pointed out. “What are you gonna have? A baby?”

The young man squeaked in indignation. “I have a grove – and that’s not the point! Raising the next generation is an extremely important job that is every bit as demanding as whatever it is you do! Which is what, sit behind a desk and press a button all day? Ooo, that’s so difficult. You must get very tired by lunchtime.”

Wade glared at him. “Like you know tired? Just because you get to spend your life watching television and toddlers—”

“At least you get to go out and talk to people, I’m stuck here until I find a mate or die.”

That stopped Wade in his tracks. “Wait – they don’t kill you if you don’t find a mate, do they?”

The young man rolled his eyes. “Are you for real?”

Wade huffed. “Fine. Fine! I don’t know how it works. You know what, I don’t even care. I didn’t want to be here in the first place, and as soon as I can figure out how to get out of this shithole, I will.”

The young man pointed down the hall. “That way. Don’t they teach you to look for exit signs at alpha schools? Jeez, there’s even sunlight coming from that direction.”

Wade flushed. “You know what? I take it back. It was not nice meeting you. And next time, I’m listening to my aunt’s horoscopes.”

“You didn’t say it was nice to meet me in the first place!” hissed the young man. “And what’s that mean about your aunt’s horoscopes?”

“Take a look in the mirror,” retorted Wade. He turned on his heel and stormed down the hallway from where he’d come.

“Idiot,” grumbled the young man, still flushing. “I didn’t point that way!”

Javier touched his arm gently, pulling away the moment the young man sucked in a breath and stared at him in shock. “I’ll catch him. You should go on to wherever you were heading. Maybe splash your face with cold water first, though.”

The young man touched his cheek, clearly startled by how hot it was. “Oh. Um.” He glanced down the hallway to Wade’s retreating back again. “Yeah.”

“Don’t worry about him,” Javier said.

“I’m not,” said the young man quickly. “Just…” He made a face. “I’ve never met anyone who made me so angry, so fast.”

Hmm, thought Javier, noting how the young man’s hands shook.

“Do you really think he’s going to leave?” worried the young man. “Or is he going to be at the party? Because if he’s there…”

Javier wasn’t sure if the young man wanted to confront Wade again, or not. He wasn’t sure if the boy knew, either.

“I’ll be there,” Javier offered before he even thought twice. “If you’d like, I can make sure he leaves you alone. And your friend.”

The young man relaxed immediately, glancing down at the potted plant. “Oh. Yes, please. I’d like that. She’s not – I mean, I don’t think we’re going to – she’s just a colleague. About plants. I just wanted…” The young man closed his eyes, took a breath, and then opened them again, clearly hoping to start fresh. “I’m John.”

John held out his hand, and Javier took it. It was warmer now, less gritty – but just as comfortable in Javier’s hand. John’s fingers curled around his palm as if he’d done it a thousand times before.

“Javier. A pleasure to meet you, John,” said Javier gravely. “I’ll see you soon.”

Javier turned as quickly as he could to follow Wade, and tried not to think very much about the young man – John – who was surely watching him go.

COLLAPSE

About the Author

Penelope Peters wrote her first story at the age of nine, based on a dream she couldn’t shake. This is probably why most of her romances usually include the weird and whimsical. Penelope has been happily married to her college sweetheart for nearly two decades, which is probably why her romances are practically guaranteed happy endings. Armed with her two kids, her husband, and her somewhat-trusty laptop, Pen’s traveled to more countries than you can count on two hands. (She’s very close to filling up that third.)  Currently Penelope lives in Country of Residence #5, where she is surrounded by pierogi, pottery, and her collection of unfinished counted cross-stitch kits.


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