Serving the Alpha

The question that Nikki posed was, "So you're going to stay here by yourself?" All of the other guys had already made plans with their families or with their buddies, and we were going to take a month-long break. At the very least, I would be the only person who would be staying in the dormitory for a couple of weeks.

It's true. However, it is not a problem; I have something very special in mind that I would like to accomplish while everyone else is gone," I responded to him. In order to avoid having to either take his sugar glider to his mother's house or pay a pet sitter while he was away, Nikki asked me to monitor his sugar glider while he was gone.

"So, can you watch him?"

"I would be thrilled to. I am aware of that. I smiled and informed him that I adored him.

Every single one of the guys had a pet. Because of our schedules and the fact that we were traveling, the majority of them stayed with family members the majority of the time. However, there were a few of them who resided here. I had a deep affection for animals, but due to my allergic reactions, I was never able to get a pet of my own.

After two days had passed, when the final resident had departed the dormitory, I retrieved a leaflet from the drawer of my dresser and sat on my bed, conducting another review of the document. The fact that I hadn't considered doing this previously was incomprehensible to me. After taking a peek at my watch, I saw that I had a little over an hour left till my scheduled appointment. I was quite enthusiastic about the prospect of acquiring a hybrid as a pet, and I was going to look into it. The fact that they are non-allergenic was something I was aware of when I picked up this leaflet in a coffee shop. This makes them an ideal choice for someone like myself.

After a few periods of time had passed, I made my way through the entrance of the hybrid management facility. I paused and took a look around at the walls, which were a sterile, bright white color. Okay, that's quite neat. Taking a whiff of the air, I became aware that it smelled like coffee. I was under the impression that this location would smell and appear more like an animal shelter. I just couldn't fathom why.

He rushed over to me with his hand out. He was a tall and skinny young man.

How are you today? If you are Fabie Hendrix, then be so. This is Ozzy, my name. He said, "Welcome to Hybrid Heaven," in a manner that was almost too pleasant and peppy. "You're interested in a hybrid, yes?"

I gave a slight nod. Ozzy resumed his conversation by asking, "Have you given any thought to the different kinds of hybrids that you would like to learn about?" This place is home to a wide variety of animals, including cats, dogs, rabbits, monkeys, wolves, foxes, and tigers, among others. The list continues on and on.

I took a look around while I was considering it. "Honestly, I'd like to look around at the different options, but I kind of came in with the idea of getting a cat." He eagerly grasped my arm and led me down a hallway to show me the various rooms where they housed the various species. He was quite excited during this experience. I was aware that I did not want anything that could potentially be harmful. There will be no panthers, tigers, or wolves for me. A cute and cuddly item was what I was looking for.

However, Ozzy promoted the tigers and wolves, stating that I would appear to be a tough individual if I were to go down the street with one of those, but I was not interested in possessing either of those animals.

After a while, I told him, "I really think I'd like to check out the cats," and he accepted my statement. It was clear that he was dissatisfied with my decision because he frowned at me and rolled his eyes.

"Alright. Despite the fact that they are not nearly as thrilling, he ultimately gave in and said, "Let's go look at them."

Excitement is different from what I'm looking for. I am searching for a partner and a source of consolation. It is sufficient for my existence to be thrilling on its own. All I want is anything that reminds me of my own house.

He took me down another corridor and around a couple of corners until we came to a stop in front of a large window that looked into a room that contained several cat hybrids. All of the hybrids were dressed in the same white jumpsuit that was worn by all of them. I moved closer to the window and took a quick look across the entire room. Almost immediately, I noticed a particular window that caught my attention.

Her ears and tail were midnight black with pink tips, and her hair was pink. Her ears and tail were also pink. But what really drew my attention was the way she carried herself. While the others were continually moving around the room and roaming around, she sat calmly on the large windowsill, brushing her ears and looking down on the others as if she were looking down on them. Despite the fact that she was the queen and this was her court, it was easily discernible that she was completely and utterly bored.

I inquired of Ozzy, "Tell me about the one with the pink hair," and he responded.