Since her conversation with Sombra over the phone, masturbation had become a routine in Katya Volskaya's life. Every morning and sometimes at night, she would engage in the same activity. Although it was never truly satisfying, it provided temporary relief and unfortunately had become a necessary routine for her. Afterward, the usually calm and collected alpha was able to return to her regular self and focus on her work as the president of Volskaya Industries. However, lately she had been constantly distracted for various reasons that should have been unimportant, but she couldn't ignore them. So, she had to pleasure herself out of necessity. Her work was crucial and vital, but no matter what she did, Katya couldn't put those distracting thoughts and actions behind her. Apparently, she wasn't a very good leader. This was further proven by what lay behind all of this. Or rather, who.

All these distractions involved the hacker that had forced her way into Katya's life, flaunted data that could ruin it, and then disappeared. The omega had Katya pinned beneath her thumb yet chose not to act on her power. Somehow, that made it all the more terrifying. Aside from reminding her of the data's existence and dangling the knowledge she had in front of Katya's eyes, the only thing she had asked of Katya so far was to watch her masturbate. Which was an odd choice. Since then, Katya hadn't been able to keep the omega out of her mind. One moment she would be filling out paperwork, and the next she'd be plagued with the memory. She'd suddenly remember the way Sombra had whispered her commands, the distant wet noises from between the omega's thighs, and the powerless feeling that had filled her even as she came. This always led to the alpha needing relief and having to handle it herself, an activity she wasn't all that familiar with. Nevertheless, she did it. Although, every orgasm she achieved seemed to only make her hungrier, intensifying the pain she suffered every day. She had to do it, that's what she told herself.

Slightly hunched over, the alpha was silent and shaking as an orgasm tore its way through her. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip so hard they drew blood, the pain only amplifying the pleasure taking hold of her body. Katya's hand wrapped around her length in a tight fist, squeezing desperately as her release coated her fingers and palm in steady spurts. Lately, her orgasms were drawn out and mind-numbing. Her knot emerged every time, her seed a never-ending flow, and this morning was no exception. A shuddery gasp fell from her lips, the name "Sombra!" following, as the wave of ecstasy began to finally fade. The alpha slumped, chest heaving wildly. Katya's hands dropped back down to her mattress, her cock not softening in the least. The knot that refused to disappear was swollen... Apparently it wasn't settling down today either - a fact that was troubling to say the least. Sweat glistened on the Russian's pale skin. Katya sighed in exhaustion as her mind sifted over the many changes that had taken place recently; the alpha inside her, her knot, didn't want solitude anymore, nor just any omega. It wanted a specific one: a female with shapely hips, vivid violet hair, ultra-blue eyes, a lovely complexion, and a voice that teased and taunted. Sombra.

It was instinct. An omega had flaunted herself, perhaps not physically, but verbally. She had teased, she had tempted. Sombra had coaxed something out of Katya that no one ever had before. All her life she'd been told that she was frigid and distant, not a proper alpha at all. In fact, she prided herself on her self-control and lack of alpha mannerisms which most of her peers proudly portrayed. She wasn't violent, nor was she a very possessive lover. She had no real interest in sex, and the thought of making an omega submit had never had much appeal. She'd often been mistaken for a beta in the past, but no one would doubt what she was now - wild-eyed, dripping pheromones; somehow Sombra coaxed those "alpha" traits out of her, as if they'd always been there, suppressed. It disturbed Katya how some strange, childish part of herself whispered that their meeting was meant to be, that she'd met her so-called other half, the one to wear her mating bite. Katya wanted to claim Sombra, coax the omega's tight body into orgasm, make her scream and moan as Katya's knot pushed in. Most of all, the Volskaya President wanted to fill her while she had Sombra's throat caught in her teeth, wanted to breed her. It was entirely senseless.

The alpha wiped at her forehead with the back of her hand. "I've lost my damn mind," she whispered, gazing at the same hand and the sheen of semen and sweat on it. "I truly have."

Regardless of the rough start, it was time to get on with her day. Unsatisfied, Katya forced herself up to get showered and then dressed. She wore all white, a neat suit tailored specifically for her. Silent, brooding almost, Katya gazed at herself in the mirror. Her reflection looked… different. Familiar cold blue eyes were rimmed with dark bags, a deep and constant crease lay between her groomed eyebrows. Of course, the bulge her erection caused was visible. The alpha wet her lips, fists clenching. Somehow, Sombra had changed her. Their call did something. Brought out a desire that refused to be satisfied or stifled. Why did her body want that filthy woman?

"Damn it!" Breathing heavily, Katya slammed her hand into the wall besides the mirror in a fit of sudden frustration, resting her forehead against the cold glass. It felt nice and cool against her forehead, the monstrous heat dissipating for the briefest of moments. Katya wanted to cry; she didn't know what to do with herself anymore.

She'd long since gotten used to the fact that Sombra could hear, and see, whatever she was doing in her office. Today, her pants excruciatingly tight, the knowledge of the omega's constant presence aggravated her. Once she was inside her office, the alpha slammed the door shut, shocking the two bodyguards that'd been escorting her. She planned to spend the rest of her day doing paperwork.

The message came suddenly, it popped up on her phone with a dinging sound and a flash of light. Busy with her work, Katya knew it was probably best to ignore it. If it was an emergency, nobody would contact her by text message. Katya set her bags down, along with her coat. About ten minutes passed, then another annoying ping rang in the air. Sitting back in her comfortable desk chair, the alpha let out a long and annoyed sigh, and picked up the phone. Two messages were on the screen from an unfamiliar number. Even so, she knew who they were from.

The first message: I have something special for you today.

And the second: You're nice and hard. Good. Then, I think you're going to appreciate my present, Amiga.

Against her better judgement, she shifted into a more comfortable position and responded, but not with her phone. "What is it, Sombra? What do you want?" She asked loudly, knowing full well the hacker could hear her through various bugs and cameras. The answer, just another text. The alpha's expression was cold and disinterested as she tapped open the message. That mask was proven impossible to maintain after she saw what waited for her, Sombra had sent her a picture. Katya barely suppressed a gasp, her mouth watering. She couldn't take her eyes from it. The image was of Sombra herself, completely naked from the waist up. Her medium-sized breasts were firm and seemed like they'd fit perfectly in her hands. Her huge blue eyes were dark, full of hunger. Sombra was posing coquettishly, her toned abdomen on display, along with the very bottom of her belly, her hand casually pushed downward, as if she were touching herself. This was an image of an omega that wanted to be fucked properly.

Katya's cock twitched in her pants. "I'm not interested in something like that." Even to her own ears, the words sounded weak-willed and pathetic, an obvious lie. Ping. The aggravating sound rang out three times, in rapid succession. Body taught with a fearful rage, Katya shoved her phone away and slapped down her pile of paperwork. She was not a teenage alpha in her first rut. She had more important things to do than text this slut…

That lasted a good minute or two. The image of Sombra's face, her smoky eyes and plump lips, forced Katya to act. The alpha scrambled to pick her phone back up - she needed to know what Sombra had sent her. Not looking was far too unbearable.

But that wasn't my present! :( Just a little taste of what's to come...

Then-

So, you don't want to see it, Amiga? I'm so sad… after hearing you gasp my name like that this morning I was sure you'd be very interested.

The alpha's expression became deadly calm, while more emotions than she could count surged through her tall, slender frame. The anxiety felt like it was crushing the inside of her chest, threatening to swallow her, and yet the constant fluttering in her belly refused to leave. Her body was in complete chaos. Between her legs, her erection twitched. Her fingers trembled around her phone, she wanted to scream, and yet she wanted to jerk off, beg for more scraps. Anger mixing with lust was a feeling that would always be bizarre and unfamiliar to Katya, the twin sensations threatened to overpower her. Katya's face was pale as she cleared her throat. "What are you talking about, 'this morning'?"

Come now, don't pretend. You naughty, naughty girl. We both know what activities I'm talking about.

Katya's fists clenched, and she bit her lip. "Watching me in my house now?"

Not from the beginning, but after a recent event, I decided to change some things between us, Amiga.

Katya gazed at the screen, generally puzzled. She didn't know what to think of Sombra's word choice. What recent event? A vague dread flooded her senses.

Anyways, you can have my present now.

A few seconds later another file arrived. This one she had to download. A video? Excitement filled her, as she carefully brought her fingers close and hit play... Katya would likely never forget that moment: the repulsion, the vile black anger, the pure jealousy. Sombra had sent her a video of Katya's number one agent fucking the woman that was supposed to be hers. Katya wanted to snarl. Wanted to throw something. Instead, she continued to watch and let the emotions flow through her. Sombra was riding Zarya, hands on the Russian agent's rock-hard abdomen as Zarya's thick, pale cock thrust into her perfect, dripping sex... again and again. Even with all the anger and horror flowing through her, Katya couldn't get over how beautiful the hacker was, her sweet, glistening pussy swallowing Zarya's erection with ease. Sombra's eyes were on Katya through the lens, a smirk on her face - she knew she was getting watched, knew that Katya wouldn't be able to turn away, and she loved it. She even blew a torturous kiss to the camera.

Fingers trembling, Katya let out a ragged breath. It took all her will not to cry for some reason. The dark-haired alpha tried to keep her voice neutral. "You sent this to me…why? To inform me my agent is a weakling, who failed?" Her words were bitter, and cruel. She didn't mean them. She'd been one-upped by Sombra herself; she couldn't blame Zarya. "If that's the case, then I appreciate it."

Your jealousy is almost adorable. The other day, you attempted to call Zarya back from the field. To stop her search for me. Maybe you did it because you didn't want your little friend finding out about us and our arrangement, Amiga, but somehow I doubt that. I mean… morning after morning, night after night? Whispering my name every time? I think you've mistaken what we have, friend.

Katya cleared her throat. Her hands still trembled as she wiped at the sweat gathering on her brow. "I've made no mistake."

You're not fooling anyone. Not even yourself.

Katya was suddenly overcome by desperation. This woman had come into her life, forced these emotions into her, and was now tormenting her with them! "You made me feel the way I do. I was perfectly fine just being there to give you information. You are the one who made it more, not me."

Typical alpha, just a little temptation, and all your morals fall apart... That pained expression you have on your face, poor Katya, so heartbroken… that's why I called you, why I watch you jerk off. I like when snobby elites like you lose their precious control, especially you alpha animals. That's it, that's my motivation-

"... Please. Please, just leave me alone." Katya couldn't believe her own voice, so anguished, trembling and weak. Her eyes burned with tears.

Did you really think I wanted you?

"Damn it, I said leave me alone! Or are you wasting both of our time for an actual reason?"

Cute. That's all, though. Please enjoy the picture…and the video, of course. :*

Katya was silent and still for a very long time. Before she could stop herself, she snapped. The angry alpha grasped her phone, raised it, and slammed it down on her desk with enough force that it hurt her hand. And she didn't stop until the machine was in pieces.

Zarya's face was taut, tense. "Katya, I am confused. Why do you not care that I made contact with the Talon agent you spoke of…?"

Katya, filling out a contract, glanced sharply at the other alpha. Her frigid eyes were narrowed and Zarya shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. "And I'm confused why you're still here, Aleksandra. You've returned and made your report, now go home." Her gaze flicked back down to the paper on her desk. Beneath it, her left hand clenched painfully around her knee, her rage carefully restrained. These feelings were the worst she'd ever had to endure. Katya wondered why alphas always felt such pride in themselves. This rotten, angry jealousy was tearing her apart from the inside. Zarya was one of her most loyal agents and yet it took all of Katya's strength to not try and tear the much stronger alpha apart with her teeth. How were alphas not a dying breed, if this aggression was what they felt on a daily basis? Worse than any emotion, Katya swore she could smell Sombra all over the huge soldier, the scent familiar and delicious. Katya inhaled sharply as she spread her legs, and the lead of her pencil snapped. Why was Zarya still just sitting there?

Katya glowered at Zarya again. "Can I help you, Aleksandra?"

The pink-haired soldier's expression tightened. "You said that this "Sombra" ran away before you two could talk."

Katya stilled, sighing. "Yes, what of it?" The russian set her pencil down, pushing back in her chair. Her position was aggressive and she knew it. Zarya crossed huge, buff arms. Her eyes grew darker.

"Your workers tell different tales. They say you two were alone for many minutes." Katya met her eyes. Suspicion and anger was dark and potent in Zarya's expression. "I don't want to be rude or to make assumptions, but..." The other alpha trailed off, shaking her head.

"What are you trying to say, Zarya?" Katya's tone was confident, but inside, Katya was panicking. How much had Sombra told Aleks!? She'd recalled Zarya because she didn't want Sombra to get hurt, but she'd admit that Sombra spilling the details of Katya's omnic dealings had been another huge fear. The CEO wouldn't hesitate to kill Zarya if that's what it took to protect that knowledge.

"Did you… mate with this omega? Why did she not kill you, that was her task, yes? You were seduced by her. As I was," Zarya confessed, cheeks reddening a little. She was so handsome, had so much to offer. At that moment, Katya despised her.

Katya was frozen in place, her face a carefully crafted mask of serenity. "Nothing happened between us. I told you… The guards burst in before she could do anything but introduce herself."

Zarya rubbed her temples with huge thumbs. She shook her mighty pink head, then sighed. Quickly, the huge alpha stood. She fished around in her pockets. Katya tensed, but it wasn't a weapon the massive agent took out. It was fabric, violet in color, made of lace. Zarya threw it down on Katya's desk. Seeping from the material, Sombra's smell filled her nose, potent and delicious. Katya's mouth watered and she had to force back a groan. Instead, the alpha clenched her teeth and tightened her jaw. Upon closer inspection she realized the "fabric" was in fact a thong. "She told me to give you these. Next time send a different person to kill the omega you mistakenly rutted with. Better yet, clean up your own messes."

Before Katya could protest, Zarya slammed the door shut behind her. Katya picked up the pair of undergarments, the material soft against her hand. Thinking Sombra and Katya were lovers was better than Zarya being aware of the truth, but hardly. She turned the underwear in her hand. Zarya was loyal to her, and an alpha, so she understood the allure of a forbidden omega. In fact, she'd fallen victim to Sombra's temptations herself. So Zarya wouldn't say a word, and she didn't think Katya was assisting Sombra, per say. That was good enough for now. But Sombra's warning was clear: Katya was not to mistake this for anything other than "friendship" again.