The Kwongs I

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JeonJa

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The red haired Dragon or whatever he called himself, our discipline master, was inside our cell teaching us how we should be submissive and shit when we were with our future masters. How charming.

I didn't think I could take it anymore, I already felt like dismembering the jerk, his voice, his face, his glaring red hair, everything about him was foul.

"So when your master asks you to do household chores, you don't make faces, it is your job, your duty to do it, even if it requires you to wash his shit. Am I clear?"

We both nodded reluctantly, me more than Razur, who was busy staring at the man with open curiosity. Wonder what he was thinking, he was clever despite his gullible dimples, he wasn't your regular alpha.

"So next step into slavery is perfect routine, (blah blah blah)," the red haired man continued, he was pacing inside our little cell with a thin ruler in hand, which was basically his only self-defense against us if we tried mutiny.

His lecture kept going on, until a loud knock on the door was heard, interrupting him mid speech. "What?!" he asked with irritation, bothered greatly for being stopped.

The door opened and in came the same man with scars on his face, the one who had picked me up the first day. "They are here Draconis."

"Who?"

The scar man glared at him, "Those buyers you idiot."

"Tell them to come another time, I am not done training yet."

"As if they will listen to me, you go and-"

"Which buyers are you talking about."

The scar man looked hesitant, peeking at us slaves and then pointedly glowering at the red head, "The Kwong pack."

My ears perked up at the new information, because everyone knew about the surname Kwong, it belonged to the most powerful and influential territorial leader, Moreno Kwong. His territory was renamed, Moreno, after him.

So what was his pack doing here...?

I saw our 'master' starting to sweat bullets, even turning pale under the pressure of the name itself. "W-What? Why are they here, it is too soon, I cannot hand over incomplete-"

"Doesn't matter," scar head pressed, "they would kill anyone who dares to refuse them. They want something, they get something."

The 'master ' glanced at us fleetingly and then walked out of the cell, "Lock the door, I will get back to them later."

The scar head nodded and closed the door, locking it away fitfully, as if his hands were shaking.

Being left alone again was boring but it was relieving, so I turned to Razur for his input. He was already onto something.

"They are planning to sell all those omegas to the Kwong."

"I can't agree more, but I had heard the Kwongs didn't get involved with omega slavery, that they were clean."

"You believe every rumor out there?"

I shook my head, "Of course not."

"I think Draconis won't trade us out for now, he has yet to train us, even I started with this training thing with you, so I am sure he would hesitate to put in our names."

"I am not that sure about it, because he is a blabber mouth," I reasoned, "He might spill it unknowingly."

"True."

A silence consumed us as we waited, knowing the day could go from bad to worse within seconds.

And true to that, it did get worse the next hour. As the red head came back from his supposed trial, supporting a black eye and bloodied lips.

He winced when he tried to speak, but spoke anyways, "Seems like a virgin alpha is in demand, but remember to be polite, your life depends on it."

The statement made me recoil with displeasure, and I took a look at Razur, he was frowning, obviously not liking my situation any better.

What startled me was his determination to be with me, "Let me go with him too, I too want to get out of this hell hole, doesn't matter who my master is."

"Shut up," the red head shouted, "you are mated already, they don't need a mated one."

"But-"

"Quiet! I should have just damaged your throat earlier, then you wouldn't be chirping this much."

"What's going on?"

Came in a voice thick with rust, as if grounded by stone. The owner of the voice soon came though, and he was an old man with short grey hair and beard.

"I am sorry Fiji san, I will bring in the alpha, was just having some... minor complications."

I snickered, the term 'minor complications' never meant the same when I was involved. I watched as this Fiji san smiled sadistically, after having a look at us slaves. "They are both good, bring them both, I heard one is mated..."

Draconis nodded, pointing at Razur, "That one Fiji San."

"Good, because we will start breaking the bond as soon as you start the contract ritual."

"Hai."

"And did they eat today?"

"...iie."

Fiji san nodded and moved out, making space for Draconis to howl us through.

One thing was clear to me, Hai, iie, san, these terms didn't belong to the southern west territories, like mine or Jackson's, it was locally used in southern east. The region where the judicial council sat. As far as I remembered, the Kwong family ruled the territories above that, the middle west.

Before I could form a plan of sorts, Razur and I were dragged together by our 'master', who was followed by the grey old man.

We soon arrived above the caves, and passed by a narrow courtyard, filled with deteriorating building structures full of rotting and fungal stricken walls. Even the passage was wet and dirty, the stench of blood and death cursing the air around.

Then the courtyard ended with a small doorway, one where we had to bow our heads for an unhindered pass.

Inside, there were many jail cells, but each of them were empty, smelly and disgusting. I don't know how they can treat the self-proclaimed products like animals. Even products had to be taken care of, so they wouldn't break.

I deduced the empty prisons previously belonged to the omegas, reason why they stank worse than ours. There were too many scents here, strong sweet scents I could differentiate anywhere.

Must have cost a fortune to buy them all, but the higher ups were all corrupted, who was to say what they did in order to gain so much money. They were all thieves.

The prison world soon ended and we were finally brought to a large courtyard enclosed by a set of continuous floors, repeated until the fourth floor, covered with a half tiled roof, letting in enough light to highlight every inch and corner of the space.

I saw almost all the omegas from the previous day gathered around like sheep, and several jailers and discipline masters keeping a close eye on them.

There were a few people whom I couldn't recognize, and I knew they were the Kwongs. There was a think aura around them that I couldn't ignore.

Their battle outfits and colorful ancestral uniforms told me they were really not from around here. And the 8 of them would stand out in a crowd even if not dressed like that.

The one who stood in the front of the group was triple my size and taller than even Razur.

Whoever he was, he looked ready to kill.

But I wasn't afraid, I had seen many people like him throughout my life, they exerted dominance on the crowd around them, wasted their facilities for all their dirty deeds and gained false respect under pretense of being a true leader. They were a bunch of cowards hiding behind a wall of deception, nothing more.

"We asked for only one, not two," roared the leader man.

"I brought these two," the old man with us said confidently, "one is mated, the other is a virgin. Both alphas."

"Eh???" Screeched the frustrated sole female of the group. She wore pink frock with metal armor and a small crown. Was she a princess of some kind?

"Hime, please." The leader guy requested, calming down the female, although she did pout, whining, "But nii-sama, I don't like mated ones."

Leader sighed, "I know, but having an extra always works out well."

"Haiii~" she chirped up instantly, making me wonder if she was crazy or something. If only my strength wasn't down, I would have strangled her.

I turned to Razur who looked very serious, and I knew he was worried. Even I was for that matter, since my heat had yet to go, only Razur's close proximity kept me out of their target range.

And I had heard they would break the mate bond on Razur... it was painful to even hear such a thing, I didn't know if it was possible, but if they were claiming they would, then they could.

I saw the omegas, who were all still naked, but a few jailers started to guide them out through one of the doorways, leaving Razur and me alone, hot target for disgusting eyes.

"Fit them all in the truck, don't let anyone escape." A brown haired guy from the Kwong group shouted out, pointing at the Omegas, as if they were just animals to be slaughtered.

Disgusting, I couldn't look at the lifeless omegas anymore, it was inhumane to do them such harm... for just being born an omega?

"What are their names?" the princess asked, her eyes wide with delight and sick happiness. Psycho.

"Speak your names!" Draconis commanded, so Razur and I did.

"They would need a change of names then," the leader said with a smirk, "I think Dorie and Seidorei suits better." And hearing that, his group started to laugh. Whatever he meant with those names, I didn't want to hear it.

"Hai, fits them perfectly well nii-sama."

"Shitte imasu hime."

First of all it pissed me off how they all kept talking in some foreign language and next they decided to make fun of us when we didn't even understood a word of it. Talk about being di*k heads.

"Come here alpha, yes you the dark haired one."

I didn't want to listen to them, just spit on their faces, but what was I supposed to do when my strength was down, I could do nothing.

So going there like a good little brat, I bowed to the one with leader aura and noticed as he grinned crazily, "You sure smell nice." Then he turned to look at the remaining omegas, who were yet to completely filter out. "I don't see the pack you promised me," he pointed out to Draconis.

I could hear the panic in his voice as Draconis stuttered, "T-They are here, just here."

And soon a fresh scent of weira hit my nose, as a few footsteps were heard shuffling out. I didn't need to see to make out the strong underlying scent of Jackson's pack, and I knew they were heavily doused with drugs, just like me and Razur.