Elián;
"He's not a beast man." I hear a deep, low voice rumble in the distance, and I shift.
"Yes. He isn't like the rest of us. Has all the features, but no beast core. He can not take on the form of any beast." A voice familiar for some reason replies, and I start struggling to open my eyes.
"Doesn't that just make him weak?" Another voice demands. Sharp and accusing.
I swallow. Why do they seem so close… yet so far? And why does it feel like they're talking about me?
"Actually, no, Alpha Cain. He has a remarkable breeding rate. Higher than any omega I have ever seen. His health is good, and his blood type is rare too. He would make strong and healthy babies."
Babies?!
Who the fuck is making babies?!!
I open my eyes slightly. My head is pounding, the light's too damn bright, and my body feels like it's been dragged through a field of stones and rocks.
Ugh…
Through the haze, I see the auctioneer from earlier, and my heart skips a beat. I'm still here? I was hoping it was all a dream…
I feel so weak. What the fuck was in that syringe?
The auctioneer is standing on the other side of a glass wall and is talking to someone…
I follow his gaze… and freeze. A dark-skinned man… twice his size. Is staring straight at me.
"You say he's compatible with any beast breed?" The man's deep, heavy voice questions, and the auctioneer turns to look at me as well.
"All the tests we ran on him prove so. The boy is a walking womb. Unlike other omegas restricted to certain breeds, this one has no limitations. If kept well enough, he can produce an entire estate of cubs and younglings."
Horror floods my hazy mind, and my heart starts ramming in my chest at the absurdity of the things I'm hearing…
A walking womb?!
Why are they talking about me like I'm some vending machine for babies!?
I'm a man.
How the fuck am I supposed to give birth to kids?
How are the kids going to get into me?
Why do they keep referring to me as an "omega"?
And… what the fuck do they mean by beast men, beast core, cubs and all that??
"All necessary information for his care has been compiled in his manual." Those are the last words I hear the auctioneer say before everything starts spinning again…
My manual?
Am I about to be used as some science experiment?
Have I been kidnapped by the government to be used for some kind of sick experiment?
Are they going to give me a womb?!!
Shit. I need to get out of here.
This is bigger than I thought!
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"Mmm…"
Comfy… Ah… the bed is so soft… Am I back home?
Nah… I can't seem to feel that spring in my bed that I oddly like.
This isn't my bed…
THIS ISN'T MY BED?!
And… and what is this scent?? Honey… applewood… my room smells nothing like this!!
"Omega"
The word rings in my head, reminding me of my predicament, and I spring into a sitting position in panic.
I groan when my forehead slams into something. Hard enough to cause impact but not hard enough to bruise me.
"Ow…" I mutter with my eyes closed as I cradle my forehead without even looking up at what I hit.
"Are you always this jumpy?"
A voice questions, and I freeze. It's so thick and heavy that it reverberates up and down my spine. It also sounds familiar…
Where have I heard it before?
"Twenty thousand golden bars!"
The words slip back into my mind, perfectly matching the voice, and I feel colour drain from my face.
I slowly raise my head and realise I had bumped into someone's chest. This was one hell of a chest. Chocolaty skin tone, broad, bare and tight.
Like some bodybuilder…
I look up, and my breath gets stuck in my throat. I'm met with the most dramatic pair of golden brown eyes I've ever seen. The kind of eyes animation companies would spend a fortune drawing, detailing, and perfecting.
His face looks fierce… The kind of face that would belong to someone who's used to dishing out orders all his life.
His face is perfectly sculpted. A stunning, chocolate-skinned, bulky man that I'm sure would easily get modelling gigs with top fashion brands if he ever tried.
He tilts his head a bit as he stares at me, and I just blink back. Too dumbfounded by his looks to come up with another thought.
"They did say the sedatives would make you a bit groggy. Are you feeling alright?" He questions, and that's when I come back to the present.
This is the man who bought me! He's the one who bid twenty thousand golden bars for me!!
"Hmm. Don't you talk? I'm pretty sure the manual said you can." He speaks again. This time, moving a hand I know would be the death of me if he accidentally sneezes while having my neck in his grip.
He picks up a small, white book from the bedside table, and I watch his eyes curiously scan the pages. My eyes study him, and my brows knot.
"Who… who are you?" I question, and his eyes flick up to me from the pages.
He drops the book, and the most beautiful smile I've ever seen on any man splits his face.
"I knew you could talk. I'm Alpha Koda." He then answers my question with a twinkle in his eyes, and I blink.
He is so huge… and beautiful, if I might add. Wait… beautiful??
This is a human trafficker! The person who bought me like I was livestock, and I'm here calling him beautiful?!!
My face contorts into a frown as I glare at him, and I watch confusion flood his face.
Anger so hot and explosive floods my veins as I glare at him, and then he dares to ask. As if he's clueless. As if he is genuinely confused. As if he truly has no idea why I could be angry at him.
"Why are you looking at me like that? What's wrong?"
My jaw clenches at the innocent confusion in his voice.
What an actor!!
First, I'm sold like a mere commodity, and next, he's confused as to why I'm angry??
Gee... I don't know. Maybe because my head is spinning, I don't understand a single thing, and I was brought like a bag of Doritos!
"Where am I??" I demand in pure annoyance as I cross my arms over my chest, and he stares at me blankly for a while. Like I'm some fascinating thing he can't quite grasp.
Then he mimics me. Crossing his beautifully cocoa-toned arms over his massive chest.
"You're at the Ashfang estate. Clawven, as some call it." He replies like that is supposed to explain this entire predicament. Like I'll just nod and say, 'Ohhh okay, that clears it up!'
Where the fuck is Ashfang estate?!
"What's your name?" His voice then brings me back to the present, and my eyes flick up at him in silent disbelief.
You've got to be kidding me!
I'm sedated, auctioned, and bought… and no one bothered to learn my name in all that chaos?!
"Your manual refers to you as Omega 57, but that doesn't seem fitting. Would you like me to call you that?" He questions further, and on hearing the word 'Omega' one more time, my patience snaps.
"Why the fuck do you guys keep refering to me as 'omega'?! What the fuck is that?! And why do I have a manual?! I'm not a machine! I'm human. HUMAN! Just like you, I do not need a manual. Even babies don't come with manuals!" I scream as I point at him, and he pulls back with shock all over his painfully handsome face, as he slowly raises a brow.
"You're angry…" He says, and I watch as he slowly reaches for the white book between us… 'My manual' "Your manual did say you could get angry when hungry…" He adds as he opens the book and starts scanning through it with his eyes.
My jaw drops in astonishment, and before I can stop myself, I yank the book out of his hands and fling it across the room.
"Don't treat me like a fucking robot! I don't need a manual!" I scream at him, and he blinks at me.
Confusion bleeding into his golden eyes.
"What's… what's a robot?" He questions, and I freeze.