~Omegas~

"I want you to explain it to me." He said, voice barely above a whisper.

"My therapist called what I did an addiction. He told me that I had hyper sexuality, which is a fancy term for nymphomania. Or whatever. I can't remember when it first started, but according to my therapist, there was nothing normal about a highly paid graphic designer feeling the need to get paid for sex. And I am sure that the rational part of me agreed with him. I used to think that it was harmless, but that was before, before everything changed. Before I ended up here with you. But I'm getting ahead of myself I guess. Was there something more specific you wanted to know?"

"How old were you the first time you sold yourself?"

"I was 17, I had just got done with my junior year project, and I had a boyfriend, but…"

"But he wasn't enough to satisfy you?" His eyes searched mine.

"No." I shifted slightly, trying to think why I had done it. "He was a great guy, always treated me like a princess."

"And after you were done that night, how did you feel?" His voice was soft, compelling.

"Better. More satisfied than I'd ever felt before. But it left me with an itch for more, like I had just discovered a new drug."

He nodded. "Most addictions feel that way, at first, then as I'm sure you discovered, more was never enough?"

"Nothing I did was ever enough." I fingered the bars that separated us. "But that's why I am here, right? That's why…" I wasn't sure how to say 'that's why you kidnapped me and stuck me in this cell and demanded to know all about my crazy addiction'.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "You are here," he gestured at the bars, "because I and those like me think you are special. You're not the first young person that's sat in this cell and answered my questions, but you are one of the few that most of us agree upon."

"So you kidnapped me because I'm a special kind of nymphomaniac?" I gave a humorless laugh.

"Exactly. I will be back in an hour, once we have decided what to do with you and were you will be sent." He turned and walked away.

I paced the empty cell, it was four stone walls and bars, a stone bench. When I looked through the bars, it seemed the stone hallways went on forever in either direction. I thought about the man who had questioned me, he was nondescript at best, but he wasn't the one who had taken me. I shuddered at the thought. The one who had kidnapped me came out of nowhere, literally, and I barely got a glimpse of his cold blue eyes before he somehow rendered me unconscious.

I didn't want to be here. And it wasn't because I was afraid, it was because I didn't know when I would get my next 'fix'. I'd been going out almost every night, finding a way to scratch my itch, then going home to a strong drink. The feeling was getting stronger, and my pacing picked up. He had been right about it being an addiction, and like most addictions, the more you think about it, the worse the craving gets. I wanted a clock, a watch, something. He had said an hour, but it felt like three had passed already. I stretched out on the stone bench, and tried that deep breathing technique my therapist had suggested.

~Alphas~

"And you're sure she's an Omega?" Michael asked. "I just don't want the other's to be disappointed before I bring them to see her." Ezekiel nodded, "I understand, and I am sure they will not be disappointed." Michael dismissed him with a wave, and walked downstairs, where his siblings and their mates waited. They all turned to him expectantly.

Michael took an unneeded breath, and addressed them. "Ezekiel assures me that she's an omega. Any volunteers?" There was a brief moment of silence, and Michael saw Jasmine nudging Gabriel and signing something at him. He rolled his eyes, and sighed. "I guess Jasmine and I are volunteering," he smirked and looked at his mate, "do you ever stop talking?" She huffed and signed you wish.

They made their way downstairs, then down the long hallway that led to the elevator. Once inside, Gabriel turned to his mate pulled her close, pressing his face into her neck. She nuzzled back happily and sighed, giving his bottom a squeeze. Can't wait to get you alone later she signed. He huffed and nuzzled her neck, breathing in her scent and grazing his teeth along her mating mark. She whimpered, and signed we'll have time for that later. He gave her neck a playful nip before withdrawing, earning him a hard nudge in the ribs. The doors opened, and they joined hands and headed down the long hallway.

~Omegas~

I rolled off the bench as I heard footsteps approaching, and I smelled them. I wasn't sure why I was able to pick up on everyone's scent so well, but these were different than any I had ever smelt. A strong masculine scent, like dark chocolate and sex, then a feminine smell, like cherry blossoms and honey. But what itched at the back of my mind was the scents together was telling my brain something, but I couldn't figure out what. The approached the bars, and I took them in. He wasn't overly tall, but he radiated power and I felt a shiver of fear, even though his golden eyes looked soft and friendly. The woman, barely 19 I guessed, had curly red-orange hair and almost inhumanly bright green eyes. As I looked at her I felt the fear leave my body, and she made me feel, well, safe wasn't quite the right word, but close enough. They were holding hands, and it clicked in my mind they were together, married I guessed. The female looked at the male and I saw her doing sign language at him. He smiled and nodded, then looked back at me.

"I'm Gabriel, and this is my mate, Jasmine. I didn't catch your name?" I tried to look him in the eyes and couldn't so I looked at her as I spoke. "It's Jane. And could I ask why I am really here? Besides being a sex addict and all that?" I saw Jasmine huff a laugh and elbow Gabriel, her hands signing quickly. He waggled his eyebrows at her and smirked.

"Well, Jane, I know Ezekiel told you you're 'special' but we are here to explain what's actually going on. You are not our prisoner, by any means. We brought you here because you are what my kind calls an Omega. It's basically a fancy term given to humans that are able to reproduce with anything angelic." I stared for a moment, because the rational part of my mind told me that he was loco, but something deeper in my subconscious was reacting to his words.

"So it sounds like you brought me here for making angel babies? But I'm not your prisoner, okay…" I snarked. I heard Jasmine gasp and I was suddenly up against the wall, those gold eyes burning into mine. "Don't get bitchy at me, child, or you will regret it." And just as quickly, he was back on the other side of the bars, Jasmine signing something at him. He took a breath and looked almost chastised, catching her hands and kissing her fingers. I was still a bit in shock, but, hey call me a believer.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, "I just, I need…" I felt my face get hot, they were perfect strangers and here I was trying to find a way to tell them 'let me out so I can screw someone'.

Gabriel nodded. "I know, trust me, I can smell it on you. That's the other thing, you are here so you don't get… forced into doing anything. Almost everyone upstairs has a mate, but we still have a couple alphas who we'd like to keep from tearing each other apart getting to you. Again, this is your choice. I am guessing you noticed our scents?" I fidgeted with the edge of my shirt and nodded. "Good. You're being able to scent is important. We need to find someone to take care of you that you agree with. There have been too many times when someone like you gets forced by someone they don't really want. The alphas here are trying to put a stop to that."

I took a shaky breath. "How long do I have to wait? This isn't the most comfortable place to be in." I hated my voice for a second, it sounded more soft and whining than I had meant it to. Gabriel smiled. "Not much longer. Jasmine and I will go upstairs and see how the others react to your scent. But if you'd like I can send another omega down here to keep you company?" Again I felt I sounded too desperate. "Please?"

~Alphas~

The elevator doors barely closed when Jasmine put her hands on her hips and huffed at her mate. You're always so aggressive she signed. Was scaring her like that really necessary? Gabriel knew she had a point, but he wasn't really in a mood to be told off by his omega. He stepped closer and narrowed his eyes, a small growl emanating from him as he backed her into the corner of the elevator. "We both know that pushing my limits is a very, very bad idea." He hissed in her ear. Jasmine whimpered, pressing her face into his chest and nuzzled his neck. I'll be a good girl she signed. Forgive me? He nibbled at her ear. "For now." He whispered.

The four alphas sat at the dining table, discussing what to do with Jane. "We can't leave her downstairs forever," said Michael. "Gabriel did you send someone down for her?"

Gabriel nodded. "I sent Kevin, he's the easiest to get along with aside from Jas."

"We can't bring her up here with Gadreel and Samandriel, I suggest we let her get their scent and decide?" Lucifer added, his eyes flitting towards the kitchen where the omegas were eating dinner and chatting. "I'd rather not have any alphas fighting in here with my mate carrying my child."

Rafael leaned forward. "Agreed. Let's have the omega's get her as comfortable as possible and we will bring her something with their scents."

Gabriel turned and gave a quick thought towards his mate, and the four omegas headed out of the kitchen. Gabriel pulled Jasmine onto his lap, as Sarah slid in next to Luc, who put his arm around her and gently placed his hand on her belly. Adam stood behind Michael, placing his hand on his mates shoulder. Kylee came out last, still holding a half a sandwich and looking sheepish as she sat next to Rafael, who laughed and kissed her cheek.

I'll get her blankets and pajamas, Kylee, if you haven't eaten everything maybe you can get her something decent to eat? Adam, grab us a case of bottled water also.

"Always so bossy little sister?" Michael asked Jasmine, winking. Gabriel laughed. "I told you she never shuts up." Jas turned and gave him a wide eyed innocent look, batting her eyelashes. I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about. Kylee nearly choked on her sandwich as she laughed with everyone. Adam finally regained his composure enough to speak. "Well, let's not keep her waiting."

~Omegas~

I decided I liked Kevin immediately, he was quiet and smelled like vanilla and old books. He talked softly, didn't ask any prying questions. We chatted quite a bit, when he paused suddenly and looked down the hallway. I heard the elevator, and immediately recognized Jasmine, along with two other scents that I knew were from omegas. The male one smelled earthy, and the other female smelled like peaches and cream. It struck me as funny that they looked a bit like they smelled. Peaches and cream came bounding ahead of the others, almost knocking over Kevin, holding a bunch of food that she maneuvered through the bars.

"Hi! I'm Kylee, I'm Rafael's mate. I brought you food, and this is Adam, Michael's mate, he's got some water for you!" I found her smile infectious. "Oh, and Jasmine has blankets and stuff." I took all the 'stuff' and Adam stepped forward, clearing his throat. "Here," he held out two plastic bags, "we'd like you to… when you are ready that is… take a scent of each of these and tell us what you think."

"Thanks." I grabbed one of the waters and downed it quickly. "I guess this means if I like one of these," I gestured towards the bags, "Then I get to leave sooner?" Jasmine nodded, then signed something towards Kylee, who translated. "Jas says there are plenty of alphas out there, these just happen to be the two closest. Take your time and don't rush it." I nodded, suddenly wanted to be alone, feeling weird about smelling some random guy's clothes in front of people.

"We should let you eat and get some rest." Kevin said quietly, and Jasmine nodded, grabbing Kylee and propelling her down the hallway. Adam followed, giving a brief wave. I heard them murmuring to each other as they waited for the elevator. I plopped onto the blankets, and noticed aside from a little of Jasmine's scent they were fresh. I looked at the bags and decided the food was less complicated, so I dug into it. Thankfully they had thought of everything. I found myself wondering if they had all been here first, wondering if Jasmine had stood here when she first saw Gabriel, and how had she responded. Ugh, I suddenly wished I hadn't sent her away.

"Kylee and Sarah were sitting right where you are now." Gabriel's voice nearly made me choke on the bite I had just taken. I stared up at him, he was leaning against the wall across from the bars. "As you can tell, Jasmin's a bit… different from the other omegas." I nodded, and continued stuffing food in my face. "There are two kinds of omegas, the majority being like you and the others, what we call 'foundlings'. Jasmine is a natural omega, they are born with unique gifts, and are a product of a female alpha and male omega. Female alphas are extremely rare, and they almost never take a male omega as a mate." I stopped eating and spoke. "That actually makes sense, she doesn't seem as timid or nervous as the others."

Gabriel sighed and then chuckled. "Yup, you can't tell at all that she was raised by a female alpha, can you?" I found myself giggling. "Nope, not one bit. But I can tell that you two are really good together. Do you think I will find something like that here?" He smiled and nodded. "I really believe you will. Just be patient, keep in mind mating should never be forced."

His smile faded, and he ran his hands through his hair. "The reason we do this, the really big reason why we started this whole thing, is because our little sister got taken and forced into a mating bond. And it's a permanent thing. As much as we wanted to kill that fucking alpha, doing that would have permanently damaged her in the process." I swallowed hard and started fidgeting with my shirt. "How? I mean, isn't it a mutual thing?" Gabriel stuffed his hands in his pockets and I could see a muscle in his jaw twitch. I suddenly wished I hadn't asked. He closed his eyes and took a shaky breath.

"Yes and no." His voice had an edge to it as he spoke. "The way you feel when you can't get enough sex, that's a precursor to you going into heat. You haven't really been exposed to any alphas yet, which is why you haven't gone full bitch yet. Meaning full heat, I'm not insulting you." He winked. "Oh, and in case you're thinking it's unfair, alphas aren't immune either. When we go into a rut it's…" he hummed for a moment, searching for the right words. "It's like we are possessed with the need to mate, and if we don't have a mate, we can become more than a little violent. We take what we want, and don't really give a crap if whoever we find is willing. And if that omega happens to be in heat…" He trailed off and I let the words sink in.

He cleared his throat. "As for the forcing part, it's incredibly easy for an alpha to coerce an omega. I have a mate, and I could get you down on all fours in front of me with minimal effort." I swallowed the retort I was planning when I saw the look in his eyes. It was predatory, and I could feel what he was talking about, it took maximum effort on my part to not start whimpering for him. He relaxed, and I suddenly felt like I could breathe again. "Jane, this is serious. There are alphas that would take you by force, and treat you as nothing more than a slave to their desires. There are even some mated alphas that have been known to take advantage of an unsuspecting omega, so it's up to you to be the overly cautious one."

"So the two alphas upstairs?" I pondered it a bit more. I was safe here, I really didn't want to go into heat, but better alone than getting violated. Gabriel laughed, and I gave him a questioning look. "Sorry," he snickered, "Archangels can hear everything someone around them is thinking, whether we want to or not. And you will get violated, but preferably by your own alpha. I'll let you get some rest, and," he gestured towards the bags, "I mean it when I say take your time." I watched as he turned and headed for the elevator.

I waited until I heard the elevator doors close, then grabbed the nearest bag, praying it would hold the answer I so desperately needed.