Third daughter and Priestess of the Air Temple, Cyrix is capable of settling nerves and raising them. She and the Betas within her district are sarcas...tic and free-spirited. She is 2339 years old.Omegas aren't rare, but the male ones are harder to come by. They are seen as first rate citizens due to their ability to carry children which is a danger for the Alphas and difficult on the Betas. The Crowned Prince and Heir to the throne is an Omega, but falling for him is ill-advised as his Bodyguard. I spent the day at my office, wondering what Anita was up to, creating all sorts of scenarios in my head. I was imagining her old Boss touching her and then I could hardly wait to see her at home...We had dinner in silence; but I knew Ana was hiding something. I had found her already at home; she had taken a warm shower and now was wearing a cotton pajamas with low sandals…I told her I knew she was hiding something. Then she smiled at me with an evil grin and asked me if I was sure I wanted to. She had just woken up when I surprised her at home and the topic of you came about. I asked where you were and she said you went with some girl. I expected you to still be there with her, but again I kind of said to myself that you wouldn't stick with one girl." "Go on." "So I left her house and went to the packy. My plan was to bring some of what I got back to Alicia's, hopefully you'd turn up again and the three of us would party." "We can still do that. I'll leave a note for Andi." "Fair. I thought Rose was more than adequate for a special moment in the supply closet but I wasn't too enthusiastic about wooing her with any degree of devoted interest. She must have realized my lack of enthusiasm and treated me like dirt because she was secretly upset at my focus on younger girls. One of the girls told me that the boss who was a real jerk without a doubt had been using poor Rose's pretty mouth as his personal cum-bucket for the past year ever since his wife had run off with one of.