Razur

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JeonJa

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I was by the ocean again, in a similar state of undress.

Soft breeze was licking my skin, making me shiver.

The pale sand was still bright, yet not as white as the shine of the crescent moon, now fuller than the last time.

I noticed the waves were rough today, threatening to spill over me, as I stood still watching. The darkness wasn't heavy, but more comfortable for me, as if singing me a hymn.

Feeling braver, I looked around, searching for him, the owner of that musky masculine scent, the one who didn't hesitate to own me. Alas, I couldn't find him.

So saddened with this, I sat down on the sand, feeling nothing but alone and in need of those hands.

"Where are you?" I questioned, but who was to answer me, so I let it be.

I waited for this dream to end, knowing I was trapped in some web. Till long and far as I could see, there was not a single soul with whom I could grieve. "Save me," I said, not aware of why I led, knowing this wasn't healthy, for he would not always be there.

Remembering the reality, I barely chuckled, though not for long, as I soon saw the silver hair, padding along the coast softly, his skin glowing with a forbidden flare.

He was far, yes, but he wasn't unreachable, so I hurried up to stand, and ran after him, the sand not slowing me down any.

But before I could reach, I lost him in a haze, which snapped me out of my daze.

--

I woke up with heavy breathing, as if I had just ran a marathon.

And next to me sat a blond guy, looking worried, his hands on my torso as if he was shaking me.

"You good?" he asked me, his voice coarse like sand yet smoothed with worry. However, that was the least of it, since I felt a warm sensation rushing though my skin. A strong warmth I always feared. And no I wasn't high, or flustered, I was showing symptoms of my heat.

I quickly sat up, wide awake now, getting away from the blond cellmate who looked startled by my sudden activity.

"...you smell stronger." He mumbled, his eyes wide as he stared at me, alarm clearly written on his face.

I laughed bitterly, "Just preparing for my master beforehand."

"They don't know yet."

"They will then." They will know I am an omega, I couldn't hide it.

A silence followed us as he sat back in another corner, making me wonder if he was affected by my scent too. And as if reading me, he replied assuredly, "I am already mated, the scent won't drive me crazy, but I have to say... it is damn strong."

I nodded, I knew that, from years of experience, yet never knowing why I always gave off such strong scent, it was strange even for an omega.

Time passed and we both heard footsteps.

I was not one for panicking, but I felt a dread wash over me as I sat contemplating what I should do next, how to hide.

A small sound from my left garnered my attention and I saw the blond guy gesturing for me to stay calm. His eyes assuring me that he would help me out somehow.

I felt safe when he announced that silently, as we waited for our doom to come, but I knew he couldn't do much for me, he was in a worse state than me. All dirty, hollowed out and skinny.

Soon our cell door opened and we saw a middle aged red haired man step in. He wore a standard set of white shirt and black pants, nothing special about him, however we both could sense his heavy aura and tell he was an alpha, no doubt about it.

"So you two are the ones he was talking about," he spoke to himself, "I would have a lot of fun with you."

I snorted, unable to keep it in, and that was a mistake, since his eyes focused solely on me, penetrating me with a hard gaze filled with a sadistic glee.

"And you won't have a cord to voice anything again, soon, so I will let you off this time."

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The red haired man called himself Draconis, and loved to laugh and chat with us with that sick smile of his stuck on his face.

He brought us to a room full of torture equipment and briefed us on what each did. We weren't that interested in knowing, but he told us anyway.

Next he dragged us to a courtyard like place covered with dark tent cloth, where many other omegas were gathered, the scent of wolfsbane and weira strong, making me sick.

I kept up with my pace though, walking closer beside the blond guy, both of us sticking together, as out master took rounds around the courtyard, sniffing the omegas and slapping their naked butts. Yes, the whole batch of omegas was naked, as if on display for the delight of filthy eyes.

Around the corner of the place, we saw several dressed in rags, prisoners like us, by their girth and height I knew they weren't omega, but they were bad enough to be passed as worse.

They were skinny, just like my blond cell mate and had these strange hooded set of eyes that unnerved me.

There were many jailers around, keeping an eye on us and a few more master like group of gentlemen. But none of them met our gaze, they were busy eye fucking the omega crowd. Sick.

Time passed, and we were counted like a bunch of cows, marked with numbers by black ink. And the placement of mark was on our hips. Lovely.

What really made me confused was how the blond guy kept sticking by me, not leaving my side, and he smelled too strong for his sick health... Plus the scent wasn't an omega's, it was very tangy and salty, just like an alpha's.

After a while me and him were dragged to a bathing unit, where we were forced to shower and clean ourselves, our restraint taken away. And sadly, so was the belt. Which hurt like hell, I checked to find that my abdomen was swollen with numerous holes oozing out blood and some yellow slime, must be poisoned liquid, spotting the piercings.

It was infected, and would take a lot of time to heal.

During the shower, it hurt like hell, and I am sure I was about to faint, my body flaring in heat.

"You there?" I heard a voice from the next stall ask, and I knew it was the blond guy.

"Yes."

"Stay strong, didn't you say you wanted to get out?"

I nodded to myself, shivering slightly against the cold shower water. "You don't need to remind me."

I felt sore, hurt, weak, miserable, all the terms I hadn't felt since a long while. I started questioning myself, how I returned to being a loser, when I trained so much for all those years.

Shaking my head, I tightened my fist, trying to summon my powers, or even my claws, yet I didn't get any result, it was useless.

After the shower was done, we were dragged into the dressing unit which was located inside another cave, and there we were given collars to wear and coarse cotton pant which reached till our ankle. Thankfully this time there was no belt.

I am sure I had never been this humiliated since the last capture, but it was worth it, I needed something to hate and they were doing a damn good job of being the target.

We were then dragged out of the chambers, and brought to a place full of small dining tables, where the food smelled stale and old, but good enough to fill our hungry stomachs.

So me and my blond mate chose the furthest table that was in the hall, a hall with no windows or anything, and we started to eat the food already provided in plates, which was enough to feed four more, but we just felt greedy.

The hall soon started to fill with other cell mates and most of them were omegas, at least 70-80 of them. The minority was just about a portion of beta and a handful of alpha. Since alphas were marked with alphabets and betas or gammas were marked with symbols.

And I for one knew that omegas were in demand, not alphas or betas, most of them were sold for their organs, their slavery or rest of the stuff, but omegas were sold for only one purpose. Sex.

While me and blonde were assumed alpha, since I was 'J' and he was 'D', but it looked like he had been marked before too, since his butt was smeared with black traces of ink.

Also I think we were still safer than the omega bunch, that lot was about to die, literally.

I searched for Jackson and his pack, but saw none of them around. Where were they, what had happened to them.

I didn't want to sound like a worried mother hen, but it was disturbing. We were all strong, this kind of system was not a place for us. Would Min come to save us if we didn't arrive on time?

I sighed, berating myself for even hoping, he didn't look like a person who would do that, the most he would do is come down and punish his people for being so pathetic.

"What are you thinking?" the blonde asked me, his coffee eyes glowing in the torch light. He was curious about me, I knew that.

"I am not sure what happened, but I can't find my extended pack members here."

"What do you think happened to them."

I bit into my dry meat as I searched for some clue, chewing my food, "I don't know, as far as I know they were with me the last time I saw the daylight."

"Then they must be in the exotic chambers of this facility."

"What does that even mean?" I felt like I didn't want to know the answer to that.

"Even packs are collectively sold, so they are kept separately."

"Then aren't I their pack too?"

Now that did make him puzzled, "Yes, they should have kept you with them since you are one of their's, extended or not... this doesn't make sense."

"Plus they are letting us eat, why would they do that if they want to keep us subdued."

He shook his head, licking his lips, "They feed us once a week, after that we would be back to the cell empty stomach."

"For how long have you been here?"

"Almost three months."

I gaped, "And you survived this hell hole?"

He nodded sagely, "Of course I did, I too wanted to get out of here, have to meet my mate and pack. But I made a mistake of punching one of the guards, and landed in a torturous cell with poison sticks stabbed around my waist." He was talking about the belt.

"Oh, and what happened to your escape plan."

He sighed, rubbing his eyes, "I have one but it is fool proved, and it wouldn't let me escape."

"Then?"

He grinned, his dimples more prominent, "I will wait for my pack members, I am sure they would be here soon, I am just buying time for myself."

"You sure trust them, when you know we are surrounded by wolfsbane and weira and what not."

"That collar you wear is filled with explosives. If we leave their radar, try to break free or something along the lines, they would explode."

I frowned, "What else."

"I think I have figured out why they kept you in my cell instead of others, or why they separated you."

"Why?" I asked, looking at him wondering how he figured it out so soon. And he chuckled, his pale skin showing some red tint now, he looked better after eating his fill, what fast metabolism rate.

"Are you a virgin?"

A silence befell our table and all we heard was the clutter of spoons from the rest of the desks. "Excuse me?"

He laughed at me throatily, "You heard me, I think that is the reason they have separated you and since they know I already have a mate, they think keeping you with me is the safest option. Unlike others, I won't jump you. And they could sell you for a higher price alone. Besides, the reason why omegas are in more demand is because they are easy to control and manage, while alphas and betas are hard to subdue and keep. Although if a beta or alpha is virgin... then things change drastically. Almost everyone wants a virgin, and-"

"I know the rest." Why hadn't I thought about it? I knew that a virgin was always in demand, since virgin blood if consumed directly gave better healing abilities and life span. Omega's blood didn't have that much of a strong attribute, but the alpha blood did. And getting a virgin alpha after a certain age was close to impossible, as almost all of them gave in to their urges after the first few ruts.

"They think you are an alpha, don't they... just like I did." The blonde asked me, rather told me.

"...that's why."

"Yes. That's why." He agreed. Good that jailers weren't around to keep an eye on us while we ate, so we weren't heard by unwanted ears.

Soon we left our tables and once outside the halls, we were dragged by our master again, towards our cell this time.

"Sadly, I have work to do and can't focus on you both, but I promise tomorrow will be fun." Our master kept on talking, until we reached our dreary cell.

But before we were thrown in, the master took hold of my wrist and sniffed me, his eyes closed to take in better.

"You smell strong, good." He said as he let go of me.

And we were back to out cell again.

After being left alone for a while, I turned to face the blonde. "How the hell didn't he get what I was."

My cellmate just chuckled, "I was scenting you all day long, didn't you know?"

My eyes widened in understanding as I recalled each action of his throughout the entire trip, registering now that he kept extra close to me to mask my scent and that was why he was smelling so strong earlier. There were instances where I thought he was too touchy, but now I understand why.

"You think fast," I muttered, in awe.

He smiled, that dimple smile of his. If not for his weathered down health, I know he would look somewhat cute, his mate must be a lucky one. And an alpha this caring... I was having doubts.

"Won't you ask me why an omega looks like an alpha?"

"No, you might have your own reasons, I won't pry."

I looked away shyly, pleased to have someone like him around, he was nice, and not judgmental.

"I wish Min was like you too, if he came to save me I wouldn't mind, I have goals which matter more than my stupid pride, now that I know how difficult it is to get out."

For a moment I though he looked surprised, but then he just shrugged, "You are not the first alpha to say that pride means little... sorry, an omega."

I smirked, "I know."

"Who are you again?" he asked knowing I would answer this time.

"JeonJa," I said proudly.

He smiled at that, "And I am Razur."