The Alpha King's Omega Prize

Sold! Is the last thing Luc heats before he is dragged off the stage by a male beta, not given a chance to say one last goodbye to his parents.

As he is hauled away, he squints into the crowd trying to seek them out, to tell them that he doesn't feel ready.

Everything is happening so soon. From when he was young, Luc knew the omega(s) of families in the pack will be sold off to alphas and betas to be their breeding nannies (and if they're unlucky, their slaves).

Luc has been trained to be the proper breeder he'll be someday. Regular fertility check-ups, how-to manuals and lessons on how to be a good, submissive omega had been his day-to-day.

However, as the only child of his parents-much to his beta father's chagrin-Luc had thought he'd have more time. He should've known that wouldn't be the case when it was revealed his father had children out of wedlock.

Luc isn't important to be kept but important to be sold. He isn't angry; it is his duty as an omega and the custom of his pack.

For weaker and smaller packs like his, initiatives has been put in place so they have protection from bigger and stronger packs. Selling fertile omegas for breeding is one of it.

The door to the bidding room closes and he' s tossed to the back of the van with the others. The life he knows is out of reach now as the van speeds off, headed to the life he will be living.

Glancing at his companions, Luc wants to start a conversation but by how some are flat out sobbing, others napping without a care in the world, he know it isn't the time. Not even with the few with a determined look on their face.

Shifting to a comfortable position, Luc wonders who will be his master (and ultimately the parent of his children) Male or female doesn't make a difference to Luc as long as he's treated nicely.

He has heard that some omegas get their own rooms, expensive clothing and gifts and a personal bodyguard assigned to them if they're the omega of a powerful and rich alpha or beta. With the condition that their first born is an alpha of course.

Luc isn't asking for too much. All he wants is a comfortable life with children he loves and a partner that doesn't mistreat him.

His daydreaming is cut short when the van stops and the van door is opened. An omega is led out, given an identification card and instructions. The road they're on is barren but Luc sees the path carved that no doubt leads to a pack.

The van speeds off before the omega even turns her back. One by one (sometimes two are taken out at once), omegas are emptied out of the van until it's just Luc left.

The van turns onto a winding road, driving down a pathway of trees, going deeper into the woods until the sun is blocked out and Luc becomes scared, worried an animal might attack them.

Luckily, before his heart burst out of his chest, the can comes out of the woods speeding past houses and people. Luc is in awe at how wide and large it is.

Unlike where he comes from that is basically a settlement, this territory is a town. Brimming with life and structure he his pack doesn't have.

When the van turns onto a quiet street, the buildings are gone and in its place are mighty oak trees on either side.

Stopping before an imposing gate with guards stationed, the men exchanges words before the gate creaks open.

Luc locks eyes with one of the guards and quickly looks away, uncomfortable at the leer in his gaze.

When the van stops in front of a spectacular mansion, Luc is carefully led out of it and tugged around the corner into a small building.

An impersonal room with only a small window, a bed and two chairs. His heart sinks. Will this be his room with only the ugliest yellow wallpapers for view?

"Hey," one of the men snaps his fingers in Luc's face. "Are you listening?"

"What?"

The man frowns. "I said, you should behave yourself. Do not forget what your purpose is here. You should consider yourself lucky. Not every omega can boast to be the Alpha King's breeder."

The Alpha King's breeder? The Alpha King who is the defacto leader of the packs in the land? The one from the oldest packs in the country? The one who Luc has heard changes omegas almost every month for an inane reason after another?

The second man snorts. "That is if he can be kept. We might be coming back here soon."

Luc heart sinks some more. "What happens if I'm returned?"

The man shrugs. "You'll be shamed. No one wants a used omega. Best case scenario, you become a servant to a beta. Worst case, you are discarded."

"Or,'' the first man interjects, "you marry an omega like yourself. Less shame but no family."

Luc's head swims. He struggles to hold something but slaps at the air and falls on the bed. This can't be happening. This isn't what he was promised. He can't be returned. He can't.

The door opens and a tall, bulky alpha saunters into the room, his large frame and broad shoulders blocking the light.

Luc looks up at him and almost shrinks at the steely gaze of the Alpha, his golden-tan skin the only thing friendly about him. Not even the brown eyes that looks like whiskey from this distance. He's all strength and hardness.

"You're late," his voice is a deep growl, training unforgiving eyes on Luc.

Luc is too scared to speak. Fortunately, one of the men answers, stammering about logistics and distance. In three long strides, the alpha stands before Luc, slowly scrutinizing him.

He is surprised when the alpha offers his wrist. Sniffing an alpha's wrist scent gland is not something done on first encounter. But by the impatience in the alpha's eyes, Luc reluctantly grabs this wrist, shuts his eyes and sniffs.

Fuck. Luc almost moans. The unmistakable musk of an alpha in his prime-woodsy and something wonderful. Pure alpha scent. He rubs his face all over the scent gland, greedily inhaling.

A sudden warmth curls in his stomach to his crotch and with each greedy inhale, Luc feels his cock stiffening and his hole become slick.

Being so close to an unmated, virile alpha has his body responding quickly.

Just when Luc shifts to be impossibly close, the alpha wrenches his hand away and takes a step back.

Luc groans, bereft from the loss of contact. When he meet the alpha's eyes, his slick between his thighs becomes wetter at the naked want in the alpha's eyes. Luc lazily smiles, pleased with himself.

"Run him a bath," the alpha throws over his shoulder and that's when Luc notices an attendant in the room.

He had been so focused on the alpha he'd forgotten they weren't the only ones in the room. Luc ducks his head, pink creeping up his cheeks. He hadn't expected his first intimate act with another would be so public.

"Bring him to my room tonight. Do not be late," and with that, the alpha storms out.

That went well, considering the rumours. If it goes on like this, Luc will be bred in no time. And his position will be secured.