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The darkness enveloped him like a thick, suffocating blanket. Dirt had eaten into his skin, filled every crack in his exhausted hands, stuck under his nails. The air was thick with the smell of blood, sweat and hopelessness. He did not remember how long he had spent in this cage. How many humiliations and fears had measured his days.
The trader's voice pierced the silence of the platform like a rusty blade. The laughter of the alphas standing in the circle struck his ears, burning away the remnants of pride.
"This one is broken, he can be fed to dogs."
The crowd hummed in unison, ready to move on to the next lot. However, the space thickened when he appeared. Footsteps, slow and heavy, broke the hum of voices, and with them came the smell - powerful, primal, commanding. His scent alone made everyone freeze. No one dared to break the silence.
The stranger didn't say a word. He simply extended his hand, pointing at him. And then the voice sounded again - low, like the rumble of a distant thunderstorm:
"You don't belong to anyone anymore. You are mine now."
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The air was heavy, as if saturated with poison. The smells of dirt, sweat, cheap wine and hot alpha pheromones mixed into a thick, suffocating fog. The auction site was seething with noise: shouts, whistles, insults, banging on the bars of the cages. Alphas in various states of excitement and rage pushed each other, examining the goods.
The cages stood in a ragged row, a pitiful reminder of lost freedom. Omegas hid behind rusty bars, in varying degrees of brokenness: some were silently crying, some were rushing into a corner in panic, some were sitting limply on the dirty floor.
He was one of them. He was squatting, pressed into the corner of his cage, trying to make himself smaller. The chains that cut into his wrists and ankles were so tight that the skin around them became inflamed and bled. Every movement made the chains jingle, drawing unwanted glances. He was wearing only a shirt that barely covered his nipples.
The smells were getting heavier. The heated pheromones of the alphas hit his sense of smell like hot needles. His stomach twisted with nausea. His head was spinning, and every breath was painful.
Someone was laughing nearby, and the cage shook from the impact of a boot.
"Look at him!" a rough, drunken voice yelled. "Skinny, dirty, but he smells good! His blood is purebred, no doubt about it!"
He clenched his teeth, trying not to react. But it was too late.
The bars of the cage creaked as they were swung open. Rough hands grabbed his golden hair, pulling him closer to the exit. The alpha's face hung right in front of him - eyes cloudy with excitement, breath stinking, heavy.
"Come on, open your mouth!" he roared, roughly pushing his lips apart. "Teeth are intact... good."
He tried to pull away, but received a resounding slap.
"Quiet, you bastard!" the alpha growled.
The other one came up from behind, unceremoniously feeling his body through his thin, dirty shirt. Hands groped his hips, chest, stomach, assessing muscles, bone structure, reaction. Then his hand lightly touched the hole.
"Shaking like a bitch in heat," someone laughed. "But it's okay, we'll train him. A couple of weeks in a cage, and he'll lick boots for a bowl of gruel. Or maybe not just boots?
Laughter, cheers, whistles, all of it merged into a single roar, pressing on his ears. He was vomiting inside, but he held back, biting his lip until it bled.
The crowd was advancing. The alphas approached one after another, assessing him like cattle. One sniffed his neck, another, grinning, pulled his hair, sniffing his skin. The smell of alien pheromones filled his lungs, poisoning every cell of his body.
With each passing minute, he felt more and more how reality was leaving. His head was spinning. His heart was pounding in his chest, as if trying to break out. Everything was swimming before his eyes.
He prayed for only one thing: that someone would choose someone else, anyone, but not him.
And suddenly the world changed.
All the dirty stench, all the heat and anger of the crowd disappeared under the pressure of a new wave of smell.
The smell was different. This smell was strong, clean, and... terrifying. Like a winter storm, like a roaring ocean.
It hit him like a hammer in the chest. His stomach twisted so hard that he doubled over, clutching his stomach. Tears welled up in his eyes. His body reacted to this smell instinctively: with fear, with submission, with trembling knees.
The crowd froze. The alphas, who had been shouting and laughing a moment ago, parted like a herd before a predator.
Slow footsteps approached heavily. The crunch of soles on the dirty ground.
He was afraid to raise his head, but he could not resist instinct. Through the murky veil he saw: a tall and massive silhouette in the shadows. The face was hidden by a hood, but even under the fabric he felt power.
Without a word, the stranger approached the merchant. A leather bag fell from under his cloak, heavy with gold.
"Are you serious?" the merchant muttered, looking from the bag to the alpha in confusion.
There was no answer. Only an icy gaze.
The merchant swallowed, quickly stepping aside.
The chains clanked. The omega was pulled out. He was barely able to stand on his feet, his whole body shaking. The cold air burned his skin, but the real cold was the realization: his fate was sealed.
The stranger came closer. His scent enveloped the omega, making his body freeze, tremble, surrender.
"Take the chains off him," he ordered. His voice was low, enveloping, full of power.
The metal rings fell to the ground. His arms hung lifelessly at his sides. He stood before his new master, unable to resist with either mind or instinct.
When their eyes met, the whole world disappeared. Only gray eyes remained, cold and infinitely powerful. In these eyes one truth could be read: there would be no way back from here.