(A/N: This story is loosely based in the Omegaverse but with actual Lycans. Yes, that means they're correct down there. It does take a moment to get to the dirty yum-yums but it'll be worth it.)
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I couldn't remember how long I had been here. A week? Two weeks? I know they were getting sick of me. Good, the feeling was mutual. I still couldn't believe I had been captured! That was what I get for going back after another Omega to save her from the fuckin' fire and the Dark Horse Brigade.. Dark Horse was the name of the slave traders' pack. They would hunt down hiding Omegas, fuck them, breed them, sell them, torture them. My small group had done well hiding from them. I was always one step ahead. Keyword.. was...
However, I didn't want to think about that right now. I paced back and forth in the small cage, I couldn't go more than a couple of feet and it was just big enough for me to stand in. I'm not tall, a simple 5'5 in my humanoid form.
Unfortunately it wasn't my lack of height that caught people's attention, it was my strange appearance. I had lower back length, straight white hair, ivory skin and mismatched eyes, one blue and one gray. To add to the oddity I was one of the only people I had ever seen who kept the wolf ears on their head and their wolf tail present. Everyone else preferred to look as humanly as possible aside from muscle build and stature.
The Slavers would tell potential buys I was a genetic mutation, heh, if only they knew. The usual buzz of the market had gone particularly quiet, enough so that I stopped pacing and looked up. Three cages away looking at another omega for sale was You. You were perhaps the tallest Alpha I had ever seen, Your shoulders were broad enough I was sure You could be deadly if You ever played football. I rolled my eyes, males like You annoy me.
It was as if You were able to read my thoughts because the next thing I knew You were staring right at me. Your dark stormy eyes are piercing me. Most Omegas if not all would've immediately looked down or away, not me. I stare right back at You, my shoulders square, my head held high, tail curling against my lower back. I'm not afraid.
I should've been.
I really should've just backed down.
Hindsight is 20/20.
You begin walking in my direction leaving the Slaver looking confused only to groan as he sees You head to me. I stand my ground. I feel my beast just beneath the surface growling. I see You're practically dragging another female with You. She's a beautiful, tiny slip of an Omega. She doesn't appear to be happy that You're here and even less happy that You're looking at me. I really wish they would let us wear clothes.
"Sir, might I interest You in some of our other females? This one has yet to be broken. She's still quite feral." The Slaver was an Alpha as well but even he seemed to cower in Your presence. It was strong, stronger than I realized.
"Unbroken?" You asked, a hint of amusement in Your voice as an intrigued smirk tugs at the corner of Your lips.
My stomach knotted, I really didn't like the way You said that and as if on cue Your pissy little cunt pouts, "Master, please, You don't need a feral genetic mutation..." she was unable to finish her sentence as a loud slap echoed across the room. You had backhanded her with enough force to snap her head back. She immediately dropped to her knees with her hands pointed together on the floor, her forehead touching either her hands or the floor, I couldn't tell.
I know I took a step back without realizing it. I'm a fighter but that caught me off guard. The Slaver looked a little pale as well, "Well, yes. She was captured leading a small pack of Omegas. She took down a couple of the Alphas and a Beta before being taken down. Each time we've tried to sell her she almost kills them. She seems immune to the Alpha Voice as well."
Oh boy, I knew that look that just entered Your eyes. He has completely fascinated You with me. I'm not that interesting, I promise. "How much?" Your voice darkens in a manner that sends chills down my spine, I don't like it.
"Five Thousand."
You turned to look at him, Your eyes lacking any amusement, "That is rather expensive for something you call a genetic mutation."
"She is completely untouched, as pure as the color of her skin." The Slaver quickly stammers out, his hands raised up in a 'wait a minute, hold on..' fashion. I roll my eyes, he's practically peeing himself in fear. You're intimidating but not that intimidating unless he knows something I don't. He did. He knew who You were. I didn't and at the time, I didn't give a damn.
Your gaze returns to me, my tail's no longer curled against my lower back, instead it's bristled, my ears lay flat and my lip curls slightly revealing a sharp canine. I'm smart enough not to be vocal but You're more than aware of what my body language says. I pose a challenge. I am defiance.
"Thirty-Five Hundred."
"That would not be very profitable to me... I need at least Forty-Five hundred." *The Slaver slowly backed up when You turned to face him completely.
"Four thousand even or I'll make you regret not giving the cunt to me for free.." the darkness in Your voice, the undertone of the growl, sent another set of shivers through me and a little lightning strike straight to the center of my core. Oh I really dislike You.
"Yes Sir. Right away. Would You like for us to muzzle and tie her before so that You may take her unharmed?"
A rich laugh escaped Your throat, You looked genuinely amused, "No... I believe she and I will have our first lesson here. Unlock the cage."
The slaver quickly obeyed You, stepping out of the way as the cage door slid open. You were the only thing standing between me and my freedom.
"Come out, girl. Do not make this harder than it has to be." You hold out a simple black collar attached to a leash. Yeah... Like I would ever walk on one of those, "If you give me hassle your first night in my manor will not be pleasant." There's an edge in Your voice that causes Your still kneeling slave to quiver, I can smell her pathetic arousal from here.
