"Makeup looks good... Hair looks great..." Danai whispered to herself as she ran her hands over her body, smoothing out the invisible wrinkles on her dress. Beige dress and a belt, the outfit was similar to what she usually wore, one of the only differences being the colour. She turned around, peeking over her shoulder to see what she could of the back.

It was her second day as the host of her own segment, and she was feeling confident. The first day had gone off without a hitch, and she heard her bosses later say that she's "one of the most promising and standout reporters we've seen in a while."

Though she didn't want to get her hopes up, there was a chance that she could be nominated for a Nano Award, the most sought-after piece of metal by anyone on the small screen. There were still several months to go before it was nomination season, and she was cautiously optimistic that she could capture the board's attention.

She smiled, satisfied, then reached to pull back her bathroom mirror, revealing a few small shelves behind it. Her hand went for the suppressant pills that she took every day. They weren't meant to be taken over a cycle of twenty-one days with a break for seven, but that was only if you wanted to go into heat.

Danai definitely didn't want that.

Omegas weren't disrespected or discriminated against, and it wasn't a death wish to be one. She was proud of her second gender. Her mother, one of her brothers, one aunt on her dad's side and an uncle on her mom's side were content Omegas. They all had done pretty well for themselves in their fields and had beautiful families they went home to. If anything, that was the difference between her and them.

She'd bloomed late, and as a result, had yet to have a regular heat cycle. Which was one of the reasons she took suppressants every day, as per her OB's prescription.

Danai thought about it all the time; who her mate was when she'd meet him. How she would ever meet him with a nearly undetectable scent. He would smell her water before he smelled her pheromones.

She grabbed her phone, cursing under her breath when she saw the time. The crew was expecting her in less than thirty minutes, and, at this rate, she'd end up with barely enough time to grab a banana. Danai left her bathroom in a hurry, turning off the light as she rushed out.

Before she opened her door, she did a check to make sure she didn't forget anything. If she had, it wouldn't have been the first time she'd need to call maintenance to unlock her apartment because she forgot her keys. The main guy, Henry, now knew her name and apartment number by heart. On the upside, maybe they'd end up on a date. He was a little awkward but not at all hard on the eyes.

With one last look around her cozy apartment, she closed and locked the door then headed out.