Runaway Omega
Chapter 174: Side Story - 14 - Scheming Revenge

Chapter 174: Side Story - 14 - Scheming Revenge

Rahzden’s Point Of View

"Boss! Its true! He’s not perfect, but his genome is flawless!" Dewayne yelled, bursting into my office.

I had taken my excommunication to heart. I promised to make sure that Ferdinand and his whore knew what true suffering was actually like. I had nearly died a few times here in the Whastelahnd, but being the survivor that I am, I not only persevered but prospered as well.

The Alphas in the Whastelahnd were desperate for Omegas, and I promised to answer their calls. 6 months later, and my new facility was up and running. With the knowledge that I had safeguarded from Lore’rahlye, I was able to help them tweak the compound for the perfect Omega genome.

Two years later, we were able to create an Omega who checked all of the necessary boxes. We wouldn’t know just how good his reproductive capabilities would be until he turned 16, but a win was a win.

"What do you mean, he’s not perfect?" I asked, bemused.

"Well... boss... He’s extremely defiant. He doesn’t obey any orders given to him... And I’m told, Sir... That he’s... A biter..." He replied nervously.

"It’s fine for now... He just recently turned seven, right?"

"T-That’s true..."

"Then it’s fine. We still have 9 years left to groom him. How goes the cultivation of the ’Orroh Generation’ Omegas?"

"Well, the Omegas are showing promise in their blood work and genealogy survey, much like the first one we successfully created. We should be able to put the near perfect Omegas on the market in 5 years. The men are secretly going to other Duhtchies to retrieve possible candidates, as well."

"Excellent... Keep me posted, and continue to make more Omegas like him. You have good enough blueprints to follow, yes?"

"Yes, Sir. Daphne is taking point on the genome development as we speak."

"Good... Do not disappoint me. My grand return needs to be flawless." I said, standing up from my desk.

"Where will you go, Sir?" Dewayne asked, nervously.

"To the facility of course. I feel like celebrating tonight."

"O-Of course... Do you have anyone particular, in mind?"

"What did they name the Golden Goose?" I asked, heading out the door.

"I’m told his name is Remmeddi, Sir..." He replied, following close behind.

"And his mother?"

"Delilah, Sir."

"Send Delilah to my chambers, then. I would like to speak with her about her future."

"As you wish..."

I made my way out of my home and down the road to the facility. Since this was the Whastelahnd, the need for security was pointless. The citizens safeguarded what they deemed as valuable– and after letting them help in producing the Omegas they wanted– they began to guard the facility all on their own.

Since the sun was harsh here nearly year-round, I made the journey on foot. There was no need for cars to get around the Whastelahnd, the whole Duhtchy was only about 20 miles in radius. The capital city housed the majority of its citizens, so everything was basically within a walking distance to preserve resources.

I made my way to the facility in no time, and headed to my chambers. The facility was the old mansion of the first Mafia King who had ruled over this Duhtchy. It had been used as a whore house of sorts, ever since the man’s death.

I was of course given the master suite on the 3rd floor, and the Omegas were kept 4 to a room. Anyone younger than 15 would stay in the basement. The ballroom of the estate was turned into a laboratory of sorts, and the living room was now a waiting room.

Outside of the kitchen and bathrooms, every room was converted into living quarters for the Omega residents. It was said that Alpha women resided in the facility too, abandoned by their parents or used as collateral for debts.

I didn’t too much care one way or another, as long as the end results were all in proper order. Their 2nd genders didn’t mean anything to me, their reproductive capabilities did.

"Sir, I will have Delilah sent to you immediately." Dewayne said, hot footing it back down to the 2nd floor.

I continued into my room, and made my way to the bathroom. I needed to shower off the sweat and grime from the day, and the scorching walk over.

When I finished with my shower, I pulled on a bathrobe and made my way back out to my main sitting area.

Upon my entry, I noticed a tall slender woman, with long dirty blonde hair, and hazel eyes. Her skin was tanned, and her frame was deliciously curved. She was beautifully sublime.

"I am told you wished to see me, Sir?" She said, her voice soft and airy.

"Yes. I was told that you gave birth to Remmeddi... Is that true?" I said, sitting in my oversized lounge chair.

"Yes, Sir. That’s true..." She said, nervously shifting from one foot to the other.

"How old are you?" I asked, resting my chin on my right palm.

"I-I’ll be 23 in two more months... Sir."

"Interesting... And your 2nd gender?"

"I am an Alpha... Sir..." She said, lowering her head.

I perked up immediately. That was a forbidden taboo anywhere outside of the Whastelahnd. We had a golden opportunity here, and I wanted to sink my teeth into it. It was known that Alpha women became barren after 25 years of age, the cause unknown. So she was a rarity among rarities.

"How did you end up here, Delilah?" I asked, beckoning her over to my lap.

"My mother owed a debt to the master of the previous house. She was killed before she could ever pay it off... I now have to pay it off myself..."

I knew Dewayne was the master of the whore house that the facility was built from, so her debt was essentially not a problem for me. I could kill him the moment he became useless to me and be done with it.

"Delilah, how would you like to help me plot out my revenge? If you comply, I’ll kill Dewayne for you and absolve your debt. What do you say?"

"Truly? It is quite the sum of money, Sir. I couldn’t ask that of you."

"You’re not understanding, beautiful. You won’t need to pay it off, because the master of the debt will be dead." I said with a wink.

She stared at me in confused shock, before lowering her head in submission.

"What would you have me do?"

"Such a good and obedient girl." I chuckled softly into her ear.

I had a grand scheme in mind, and with her help it would be 10 times easier to achieve.

’The sky’s the limit after all...’