My eyes scanned over his body. Even from this distance I couldn’t believe the sheer size of the guy. He was by far one of the biggest Alpha's I’d ever seen. He had a large muscular frame, thick tree trunk legs, and arms that looked like one hug would crush the life out of me. Panic set in as I took in the situation's magnitude. I’m a Beta. That guy's gonna kill me. Shit! What if he’s pissed off that I’m not an Omega? As the thoughts rushed through my mind, my mother opened her stupid mouth.

“You need to tell them that you made a mistake,” she nervously whispered into my ear.

I knew she was right, that’s exactly what I needed to do, but as my foot moved forward, a bright spotlight landed on me, instantly blinding me. I raised my arm up to shield my eyes, while the roars and applause got even louder. Someone was saying something over the mic, but I couldn’t quite work out what they were saying, and my mother was trying to talk to me too. But as I lowered my arm and glanced towards the stage, my eyes met his, and everything around me grew silent. All I could see was him. Fuck, he’s gorgeous.

It was as though the entire world had completely vanished and although I must have been a good twenty feet away from the Alpha, it was as if I had been magically tugged closer to him. He seemed like he was almost close enough to touch. Oh my God I wanna touch him. He had dark blond hair that fell over one of his beautiful bright green eyes. My gaze roamed around the unkempt beard that covered his jawline, before landing on a set of plump pink lips.

He stared at me just as intensely as I gazed at him. There was definitely an unexplainable connection between us. I need him. His tongue popped out of his mouth slightly to moisten his bottom lip. While slipping it back into his mouth, his teeth gently bit down on his lip, teasing it a little, before letting it go with a pop. I want him. As soon as his lip sprung back into place, I felt a rush of heat surge through me, making me blush from top cheek to bottom cheek. That’s right, a full body blush.

I was suddenly distracted by something I’d never experienced before, my bud pulsed, and not just once like it did earlier with Jax. It pulsed so hard and fast that it felt like it was about to vibrate right out of my panties. I pulled my legs together when a trickle of something ran down my inner thigh. What the fuck? Panic and embarrassment quickly set in. Did I just pee myself? I glanced down at my dress and I couldn’t see any wet patches. My panic was washed away when a new scent hit my nose. I sniffed the air deeply, trying to work out what the sweet new smell was. Is that coming from me? I thought while turning around to my mom.

“Can you smell that?”

“No!” She snapped. Her expression was one of anxiousness when she continued to talk, “look we need to leave. Now.” The alarm in her voice let me know that she was lying about the smell. Why do I always feel like she’s hiding something?

She grabbed my arm and tried to snatch me away, so I yanked at my arm trying to free myself, but she was too strong. A monstrous growl echoed through the room, silencing all the applause and chatter from the crowd. A few gasps alerted me to the Alpha on stage, and as I turned to look at him, I could see him sniffing the air and trying to break free of his chains. I need to get to him. With one last tug on my arm, I freed myself from my mother’s death grip, pulled down my dress, before storming off towards my Alpha while the guard’s struggled to drag him off the stage. As I made my way through the room, I could hear women whispering.

“Is that slick?”

“Is that coming from her?”

I felt embarrassed and confused. I shouldn’t have slick, that’s what Omega's have. They must be mistaken. I stopped off in the bathroom to pee and wipe away what ever had soaked my panties and thighs. Luckily for me, I had feminine wipes in my purse. I entered an empty stall and locked it behind me, before yanking my drenched panties down. There was no way I could put them back on, so I wrapped them up in tissue paper and shoved them into my purse. I had a pee and cleaned myself with my feminine wipes, flushed the toilet, then left the stall to wash my hands.

There was a woman standing by the sinks and as I brushed past her, she sniffed the air and threw me a disgusted scowl. I raised my eyebrows at her and a growl vibrated in my throat. She promptly shook the water from her hands and scurried out of the bathroom. I placed my hands on the sink counter and stared at my reflection. With a deep sigh I thought, what the hell am I doing? I wanted nothing more than to grab my purse and run out of the auction house. Go home and forget about this entire day.

I would have given anything to pretend like none of it ever happened, but something was holding me back, yelling at me to go and get my Alpha. Is he my mate?... I shook my head at the idea. No, that’s impossible. I nervously chuckled to myself while picking up my purse and then left the bathroom. I headed over to the holding cells to pay for my Alpha and as soon as I walked into the room, the air filled with growls and commotion. The Alpha's were going insane, throwing themselves against their cells like crazed beasts. What the hell are they doing? I stepped back in shock when a small Beta man shouted,

“Shit! Get her out of here. Take her to one of the rooms out back, I’ll have her Alpha brought through.”

He went along each of the cells yelling at the slaves while hitting their cells with an electric prod. They growled in response but obediently moved away from the cell doors. I startled when a guard placed his hand on my arm and gently tugged on it.

“This way please, Miss Mountford,” he asked politely while guiding me towards the doors.

“Fucking Omega’s. They should be banned from coming to these things. I’m fed up with calming these fuckers down every time a slick covered bitch struts around,” I heard the small Beta mumble to one of the guards.

What the hell is he on about? I’m not an Omega.

I followed the guard down a dimly lit corridor until he stopped outside of a steel door and typed in a code to the keypad. The door opened, and he stood to the side.

“If you could wait inside Miss Mountford, your Alpha will be along shortly.”

I glanced up at him, then into the room. It was practically bare, with only a gray couch up against one wall. It was large and smelled clinical. I stepped into the room then turned to look at the guard, but he was already walking away. I edged forward to see where he was going, but the steel door slid shut before I had a chance. I strolled over to the couch and slumped onto it while feeling lost and very much alone. Usually in a situation like this I would have text or called Harper, but that was now completely out of the question. Besides, she was probably busy tending to Jaxson’s dented pride, or penis. I didn’t have any other close friends. All of our group were originally Harper's friends, not mine, and if I’m perfectly honest, I think they only tolerated me because of her.

My life growing up wasn’t all that great. I always found it hard to make friends. Being taller and curvier than regular Beta girls at school made me stand out from the crowd. If you looked at me in high school, you would have assumed I was an Omega. The groups of Omega girls were taller, they developed quicker, and were prettier too. It was just a fact. I guessed it was the way the universe controlled our species. Evolution decided that only the best females got to procreate with the best males. It had always been that way, Alpha men and their Omega women. Of course, you did get the occasional Alpha female or Omega male, but they were rare.

Because I had Beta stamped on my ID card and birth certificate, I couldn’t join the Omega groups, no matter how much I resembled them. I stayed with the Beta kids, but they didn’t accept me either. Most ignored me completely because I was different, others teased me about my height or curves, and some even attacked me. The only one who accepted me as a friend was Harper. I’d always felt like an outcast, at school and at home. That was another reason why I wore the ‘spoiled bitch’ mask so well, better to be hated while pretending to be someone else, than be hated for who I really was.

I cut my reminiscence short when the door beeped and slid open. I stood up and backed away from the couch, moving as far away from the door as I could. Two guards entered the room first, both tugging on a set of chains. I felt his presence long before he even stepped into the room. It was as if the air was physically moving around to make space for him. I could smell his musky scent, and it threw my body into overdrive. My bud was pulsing, while my heart pounded uncontrollably in my chest. My labored breath halted when he ducked his head below the doorframe and strode into the room.

The guy was even more impressive up close. He was now wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt that barely contained his bulging muscles. He is an absolute God. My eyes scanned up to his plump lips, and when they pulled into a soft smile, I felt my knees buckle. Oh, crap! I thought as my eyes began to roll into the back of my head and everything went black. When I came around, I was nestled in the beasts shackled embrace and the guards were screaming at him to let me go, but all I could focus on was his deep and raspy voice.

“Breathe Miss. Breathe.”

I took in a deep breath as instructed, and I could feel the oxygen filling up my lungs, then my blood began tingling as it rushed through my veins. I took a few more breaths, then began to pant with panic when I realized that I was trapped in the huge slave’s grip. He could have crushed me like a grape. There was nothing stopping him from squeezing me to death with those gigantic arms of his.

“Don’t panic Miss. I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

He picked me up and placed me onto the couch, then backed away with his hands held out in front of him. I sat there trying to get my head straight. Being around this guy was like standing in the middle of an all-consuming fog. Anything else around was out of focus. Except him. He was the only clear thing around. The door beeped again and in strolled the small Beta man from earlier. He was clutching a tablet and a card reader. I guessed it was time to pay. Without even looking at me, he said,

“Right, congratulations, Miss Mountford. You have purchased a fine specimen tonight. Thank you for your winning bid of one million credits.”

How much!? I thought as my heart dropped. I was sure at that moment in time, if I stood up, it would fall right out of my ass.

“If you could sign here, then swipe your card.”

He handed me the tablet while holding out the card reader. I clenched my butt cheeks together as tightly as I could, before I shot up from the couch. I knew it was probably impossible for my heart to actually fall out of my ass, but with the day I was having, I didn’t want to take any chances.

“What!? A million? Are you kidding me? For a fucking slave?” The questions flew out of my mouth in a shocked ramble.

He looked up at me and stated,

“You don’t know what you’ve bought, do you?”

“Well, unless the guy has two dicks, then no I don’t understand the extortionate price tag!” I snapped back, eliciting a low rumbling chuckle from the Alpha.

I shot him a scowl, and he winked in response, sending another pulse of excitement through to my bud. The small Beta wasn’t impressed, he looked like he just wanted it all over and done with so he could get on with his day. But there was no way that I was paying that much for a slave Alpha, no matter how stunning he was. Oh my gosh, he is stunning.

“Guards, pin him down.”

The two guys holding him yanked on the chains, pulling the Alpha to his knees. I gasped when the sleazy Beta took out his electric prod and shocked the Alpha repeatedly. I threw my hand over my mouth, because the growls and snarls that were coming from the Alpha broke my heart. It was as though I could feel his pain. Every zap from the prod against his skin made me jump, then stiffen as if it was me being shocked.

“Please stop!” I screamed out while gripping ahold of the Beta's arm. He looked at me, and with a sadistic grin, he shocked the Alpha again, making him collapse to the ground.

“Watch,” the Beta ordered while pointing toward the Alpha.

I watched in horror as the guy’s body began to change. Light gray fur began sprouting out of his skin, and soon what sounded like cracking of bones echoed through the room. His screams that followed made me thrust my hands up to cover my ears. It was a monstrous sound, but it also tore me apart inside. A tear slid down my cheek when his excruciating pain hit a new high. I backed myself up against the wall, body shaking in fear as the newly transformed beast rose to its feet. It stood on two legs like a man but was more wolf-like in its appearance. I’d never seen such an atrocity. The Beta walked over to the beast, then jumped back when it snapped at his face. The little shit deserved it. I wish the Alpha had ripped off his face, ate it, then crapped it back out. It was the least he deserved, I hated the fat little goblin with every fiber of my being. He turned and wiggled his finger in front of the Alpha while saying,

“Now, now. You best behave yourself. We don’t want her getting hurt, now do we?”

The beast whimpered and cowered down in reply.

Is he talking about me? He wouldn’t be allowed to hurt me. There are rules.

The Beta took out a little box from his jacket pocket and opened it to reveal a needle pre-filled with a bright blue liquid. He took the top of the needle off with his teeth, before jabbing it into the beast’s leg. The monster whined and cried out, before collapsing to the floor. Once unconscious the Beta kicked it in the stomach, I guessed to make sure it was well and truly asleep. The Alpha didn’t move a muscle. The only thing that let me know he was alive was the fact that his broad chest was lifting up with every breath he took. As scared as I was of the beast, I couldn’t bear the thought of him dying or even being hurt. There was an undeniable connection between us and although I didn’t fully understand it, I was intrigued to find out what it was.

“What the hell is that thing?” I blurted out.

“He’s an ALEA soldier,” the Beta said so matter of fact, like I should have known exactly what he was on about.

“And?” I questioned with my eyebrows almost reaching my hairline. He just stared blankly back at me. I rolled my eyes and elaborated, “what is an ALEA soldier?”

“It stands for Ancient Lycan Enhanced Alpha. Basically, the higher powers have been messing with genetics from eons past. They genetically modified Alpha's to create an unbeatable army.”

I stood there silently while processing the monumentis amount of information that he'd just spewed. My new Alpha was a genetically modified soldier. Jesus H. Christ! What the hell was I going to do with an ex-soldier? Alphas could be unstable at the best of times. Slave Alphas even more so. Mine had military combat training, possible PTSD and transforms into an enormous wolf-like creature. I was well and truly screwed, and not in the fun, crotch thrusting, bumping ugly's, kinda way either.

“He comes with an information pack, and you must sign here,” he stated nonchalantly while tapping the tablet with his finger, like he hadn’t just told me that my Alpha was a damn killing machine. “This is top secret information, and you may not discuss it in public, under any circumstances. You will explain to people that he is a rare variety of alien. Understood?”

I nodded my head while peering down at the fur-covered beast on the floor. He had begun to change back into his human form, and I felt sorry for the guy. He must have had a life full of tests and experiments. I quickly averted my eyes away from the now naked Alpha, and signed the tablet, before rifling through my bag to get out my credit card. I went to swipe it, but then paused.

“So why are they selling him? Is he defective? Why wouldn’t they just destroy him?” I asked, sadness lacing my words.

“He is self-destructive, they can't have soldiers that would rather kill themselves than the enemy. Destroying him was an option, but the board decided that it was more cost-effective to sell him,” he explained while pushing the payment machine closer to me.

I held my card up to my face and tapped my lip with it.

“Okay, so he's defective. With that being the case, I’m not paying that price for him. What if I take him home and he kills himself?”

“Then you will receive a partial refund.”

“What? Why not a full refund?”

He took out his cell and called someone.

“Bring her through.” I furrowed my brow wondering who ‘her’ was. “He comes as a package.”

“Oh, he has a mate. You’ve got to be shitting me!”