AN: Here you go: The long-awaited sequel to Omega's Gambit. I hope you enjoy it! You should probably read that story first, but just in case a newbie stumbles across this one by accident, check the end-notes for an explanation on what Omegaverse is.

All I can promise about this story right now is that it will update fairly frequently, include lots of filthy magic!cock sex, and WILL have a happy ending. :D It is going to follow canon pretty closely, but I'm going to avoid retelling everything in detail because most of you will have watched the show already. This will focus on moments between the big moments, or moments where things are different because this is an AU where Korra and Asami have a past (and where Korra occasionally grows a giant dick, but besides that...)

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Alpha's Forfeit

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Chapter One:

Asami held back a yawn, forcing a stiff smile as she spoke with yet another reporter. He had been polite so far, but she was already tired from President Raiko's ceremony and all the preparations leading up to it. Upgrading Central City Station had taken years of hard work and lots of sleepless nights. Unfortunately, instead of basking in her accomplishment, she had to answer a hundred questions and allow Raiko to parade her around like a celebrity instead of a CEO.

"According to our estimates, the redesigned terminal should be able to handle three times as much traffic as the old one, and the new trains go almost double the speed of a satomobile." She gave the reporter a small laugh. "If I hadn't convinced President Raiko to give me the contract, I'd be worried about Future Industries' sales numbers."

The reporter dutifully scribbled down the information in his notebook. "Thank you, Miss Sato. Do you have time for one more question?"

Asami glanced over at Tenzin's family. Pema and the children seemed to be doing all right without her, so she nodded her head. "Of course."

"You're one of Avatar Korra's closest companions. Do you know if she'll be returning to Republic City soon to see all your hard work?"

It was a question Asami had grown used to. As recently as a few weeks ago, hearing it would have made her heart ache, but this time, it made her smile with hope. If everything went according to plan, Korra's ship would arrive in a matter of hours. I can't believe it's been three years. So much has changed since then... but the one thing that hasn't changed is how much I want to see her.

"Actually, the Avatar should be returning to Republic City very soon. I can't say when, but don't be surprised if she shows up to pay the new station a visit."

Before the reporter could say anything in response, a much less welcome figure sidled up beside her. She hadn't had much opportunity to interact with Prince Wu, but the little time they had spent together was more than enough to confirm how annoying he was. Excuses tripped over Asami's tongue, but before she could claim she was still in the middle of an interview, the reporter left with one last happy thank-you. With no way out, she heaved a reluctant sigh and turned to meet her fate.

"Heyyy there. Asami, right? Great train house." Wu gave her what he obviously thought was a charming grin while she struggled not to correct him. Unfortunately, it only got worse from there. "Maybe you can give me a personal tour sometime. Whaddaya say?"

That was too much to bear. She brushed a loose lock of her hair aside, not-so-subtly showing off the imprint of Korra's teeth on her neck. There had been times during the past three years when she had wished the scar would go away, that it and the painful memories attached would fade, but she had to admit that it had its uses. She wouldn't have erased it if she could.

Wu noticed the bite-mark, and he inhaled in confusion before his face spread in another grin. Asami rolled her eyes. Without an alpha's scent on her, she doubted he would be dissuaded. She and Korra hadn't officially completed their bond, and the fact that she was approaching another heat probably didn't help. Her cycle was worse than ever without her missing mate, but her weak attempts to find a different partner only resulted in heartache and disappointment. In the end, she had been forced to rely on suppressants and isolation chambers. It was physically painful, but it was the only option her feelings would allow. Submitting to anyone but Korra was unthinkable.

"I do like the idea of putting you on a train and sending you far, far away," she muttered when Wu didn't get the hint.

"That's funny," he laughed, leaning in closer. "I like funny omegas. Maybe I should introduce myself. I'm Prince Wu, future king."

"Yeah, I'm aware of who you are." She started scanning her surroundings, looking for a way out, but none came. Raiko, Lin, and Tenzin had disappeared, and even the reporters had vanished.

"Don't let my reputation intimidate you," Wu said, hardly noticing that she wasn't looking at him. "I'm still human, just like everyone else. Only more human. Like, extra human. Or, hmm... superhuman?"

Asami turned back, but only to give him a confused look. "Superhuman?"

"So, what do you say? Can I show you a low-key night out with a superhuman soon-to-be king?"

Before she could shut him down with a firm 'no', the interruption she had been praying for finally came. "Mama!" She turned at the sound, smiling and crouching down to catch the tiny body toddling toward her. Pema had been kind enough to watch Yasuko for her during the ceremony, but apparently, her daughter wasn't happy about waiting.

"Thank you," she mouthed, catching sight of Pema out of the corner of her eye. She had obviously sent Yasuko over as a distraction. Asami scooped her daughter into her arms, balancing the giggling baby on one hip as she turned back to the Prince. "Sorry, Prince Wu, but I'm afraid I've already got a date for tonight. I'm taking Yasuko to see her sire."

"Okay, but who is her—"

She was rescued from answering the uncomfortable question by another welcome savior. Mako cut through the crowd and strode toward them, looking sharp and serious in his official police uniform. He stepped between them, and Asami's shoulders sagged with relief. "Prince Wu," he said with a stiff, formal nod. "President Raiko has some really important King stuff to talk to you about."

Wu's face fell. "Now?" he whined. Mako gave a stiff nod, and the Prince heaved a sigh. "Fine." However, he didn't leave without one last odious comment. "Think over the offer," he said, blowing her a cringeworthy kiss. "I'll be back."

Once he was gone, Asami gave Mako a grateful smile. "Thanks for the rescue. He wasn't getting the message."

"No problem. I saw your eyes screaming for help from the other side of the steps."

"Still, you didn't have to—"

"Mako!" Yasuko squealed, reaching out to squeeze the air with her pudgy hands. "Makoooo." She started to wriggle, and Asami shifted her to a more secure position.

"Yes, honey, that's Mako. Sorry, it's been a little while since she's seen you."

Mako's serious expression softened. "Can I?" he asked, holding his arms open.

Asami happily passed Yasuko over him. "Careful. She's gotten squirmier."

Until his most recent assignment, Mako had been a stable presence in both their lives. When Korra had left for the Southern Water Tribe, he had been there to grieve with her. He had supported her through her pregnancy without a trace of judgment or jealousy, and their once-awkward friendship had been re-forged into something stronger than before. Occasionally, she considered the idea of rekindling their romantic relationship, but some part of her heart wouldn't let her. As inconvenient as they were, her feelings for Korra refused to go away, just like the mark on her throat.

"Anyway, it was nice of you to step in," she said, watching Yasuko tug at Mako's shirt collar. "How can you stand being Wu's bodyguard?"

Mako dodged a gleeful swing of Yasuko's fist and began bouncing her up and down as a distraction. "Well, I just remind myself that once he's on the throne, I go back to being a detective."

She remained skeptical. "And that works?"

"I also go home and smash my head into the wall for an hour. You know, just to get the stress out."

Asami laughed. Although he couldn't fill the hole in her heart, she had missed Mako terribly over the past several months. Aside from Yasuko, he was one of the few people who could make her smile. "It's good to see you," she said, taking Yasuko back from him when she started wrinkling his shirt. "It's been too long. You hear from Bolin lately?"

"Lin!" Yasuko shouted, clapping her hands in excitement.

"No, not Lin, Yasuko. Bolin," Asami said. "You remember Uncle Bolin, right?"

Yasuko's cheeks dimpled in delight. "Linnnn."

"The Chief's still one of her favorite people, huh?" Mako asked.

She nodded. "I have no idea why. Lin barely tolerates her, but Yasuko couldn't be happier when she sees her. Anyway, Bolin?"

"I haven't talked to him for a while, but he's coming in a few days for the coronation." Mako hesitated, as if he wasn't sure whether to continue. "Speaking of which, the Chief told me Korra is getting in tonight. How are you holding up?"

"Honestly? I don't know," Asami admitted. "Part of me wants to see her so much it hurts. I know she needed to be with Katara and her family, but she's missed so much. Yasuko and I...we're her family, too. I'm afraid she's not ready to admit that."

"I'm sure she wants to," Mako said. "She's probably just worried. First Amon tried to kill her, then Unalaq and Zaheer. It seems like every crazy person in the world is out to get her, and the last time we saw her, she couldn't even leave her wheelchair, let alone fight. I'm not saying she was right to stay away for three whole years, but I understand where she's coming from. If I know her, she's keeping her distance to protect you both."

Asami closed her eyes to ease the sting behind them. Thinking about the past didn't always make her want to cry. She had spent three years keeping busy, committing herself to Republic City and the growth of Future Industries, trying to rebuild what had been destroyed and bring Korra's vision of a spirit-human world to life. But with the evening and Korra drawing closer, her control had started to waver. Thanks to her daughter and her job, her life was far from empty, but a piece of her heart was missing. "She never made me any promises," she said after a while. "I think she knew she'd break them if she did. But she has an obligation to Yasuko. My daughter deserves to know her sire."

"She will," Mako said, resting a comforting hand on her shoulder. "And who knows? Maybe she'll be well enough for you two to pick back up where you left off."

"I'm not sure she'll be open to that," Asami said. "I'm far from the first omega to raise a child without a mate." But she hoped silently anyway, even though that hope was likely to hurt her all over again. The sole letter she had received from Korra, a letter she had kept secret from both Mako and Bolin, was still tucked in the inside pocket of her jacket, close to her heart. Until Korra rejected her in person, she couldn't let go. "No matter what, it'll be strange, seeing her again after all these years…"

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AN: "For those of you who don't know, Omegaverse is a funny little AU that developed in the Supernatural fandom. In the Omegaverse, everyone can be classified in one of three groups: Alphas, Betas, and Omegas. Both male and female alphas have cocks (females get them when they're aroused, especially during an omega's heat), and possess the ability to 'knot' (tie themselves together) with their partner upon completion. Betas are basically the switches of this universe. They can mate with alphas and omegas, although they can't change their genitalia. Omegas are the bottoms. Both males and females have the ability to get pregnant, and they go through very intense heats, releasing pheromones that call all the alphas around them so they can find an appropriate mate."