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Meeting my Owner

Scarlett POV

For a Werewolf to get drunk, they have to drink a lot, although Omegas don't usually have the same resistance as Alphas do, except me. No matter how much whiskey I drank, I didn’t get drunk. I refilled my glass with sweet amber liquid to try to calm my nerves. I didn’t know who was going to walk through the door or what kind of person bought me, and so I drank almost an entire bottle to calm myself before they came in.

I looked at my surroundings again. It was a small office decorated in a medieval style, with dark wood furniture, and golden accents. The floor was covered with a soft carpet in shades of dark red and black. There was a desk, two armchairs, a sofa, and two bookcases. To the left, there was a window adorned with red and black curtains.

I was given, on request of my new owner, lacy black lingerie to wear under a semi-transparent dress made of sheer fabric in shades of purple and blue. I wore a pair of black high heels, which complemented the outfit perfectly. My God! Will I ever get used to calling him “Owner”? It's so strange that I could hardly say the word out loud.

I look out the window and take a deep breath. Part of me wanted to run away and forget everything that's happened… And the other part of me wants to stay to see what happens next. I've been through so much to get here, surely this desire to run away is completely natural.

My heart beats faster, and my breathing becomes more labored. I walk over to the window and lean my head against the glass, closing my eyes and taking a few deep breaths to steady myself. I needed to pull myself together. It was, after all, my own choice to be here. Now I have to keep going and see it through to the end.

After a while, the door opened, and I turned my head to see who it was coming through the door. I'm now going to meet the person who bought me and made the final bid. I took one last deep steadying breath and put my best smile on my face, trying to appear confident and secure but, instead of only two people entering, there were three coming through the door.

Oliver Higgins was the first to enter. His aura and posture have always been somewhat intimidating, but that's what helped me in the auction, he was the man who had made the scene at the time of the sale. He's in charge of the whole process, from assessing the potential buyers, drawing up the contract, and making the visits, and I trust him.

Two men entered behind Oliver, one with very well-cut black hair, intense caramel eyes, thin lips, and a square jaw, wearing a perfectly cut gray suit; The other had light brown hair that reached down to his shoulders, dark blue eyes, fuller lips, and a less square jaw. He was wearing a more casual outfit consisting of dress pants, a black shirt, and black sneakers.

Two very different men, but their auras were similar. Two Alphas. Usually, Omegas would bow before them, but I didn't have that tendency and kept my head held high and a smile on my face. I'm scrutinized from top to bottom to see whether I was worth the purchase. Judging by the look of lust in their eyes, they must be satisfied. What I found more striking though, was their smiles of superiority. If it were me, at any other time, I wouldn't have appeared in front of anyone like that.

"Miss 662, what do you think of the amount you achieved?" Oliver asked me, as he walked around the desk and sat down.

"I’m not disappointed," I replied simply, not daring to look away from the two Alphas standing in front of me.

"Good. These are your buyers." Oliver opened his laptop screen and began to complete the contract information for all parties to sign.

"It will be an honor to serve you." I smile and bow briefly.

"Are you sure you'll be able to make it to the end of the five days?" I heard the brown-haired man ask.

"Why wouldn't I?" I arched my one eyebrow and kept myself from rolling my eyes.

"Because you're staring at them, when the contract clearly states that you're willing to play the role of a sub," Oliver replied.

I chuckled so quietly that it was inaudible.

"The contract hasn't been signed yet. From the second it is, I'll fulfill my role." I leaned against the window, starting to get a little sleepy already.

"Anyway. Gentlemen, if you're not satisfied, the contract may be terminated at any time," Oliver spoke and soon the sound of the printer was heard.

The room went quiet and only the sound of papers echoed. In the end, there were three copies of the contract. One copy for me, one for the house, and one for my buyers. I took the copy Oliver held out to me and started reading the information.

For safety, security and confidentiality reasons, the personal information of all parties involved, has been replaced by code names, but the contract would remain valid. I read each page carefully. I'm not innocent, and I know what is expected of me and what I expect in return. I noted that the part covering the fetishes allowed hadn't been changed, and it seemed that my buyers were happy with my conditions.

Okay, if I was going to back out, this would be the time to do it. Once I signed, there could be no turning back. I would lose everything if I did. Did I want to back out? It seemed my owners were pleasant people, and their good looks were definitely an added bonus. I was no expert in judging people's characters, but these Alphas didn't seem to be too bad.

I took a deep breath, picked up the pen, and signed on the indicated dotted lines, on all three copies of the contract. The moment the last signature was made, I lowered my gaze to the floor and changed my posture to that of a sub. From now on, I will play the role I was expected to play. The drama lessons I attended would serve me well for the next 5 days.

"Um…" I heard the second man's voice very close to me and then felt his touch on the left side of my face.

I kept my gaze down and didn’t flinch. I noticed that the other man had stepped around to stand behind me. He swept my hair away and put a collar around my neck. I still didn't move. I had, after all, not been ordered or granted permission to speak or move.

I studied a lot about the BDSM-world and about what was expected of me. What the posture of a submissive should be when they are slaves, or brats, to name a few sub-positions among others. In my case, I had just signed a submissive or slave contract, which meant that I was at the mercy of their orders.

"Interesting... Very interesting..."

It’s the first time that I heard the black-haired Alpha’s voice. It had a husky tone, was stronger and more intense. I resisted the urge to shudder, to turn my head to face him, to smile wryly and tell him that he had underestimated me, but I couldn’t, not yet, anyway.

"Come on, pet." The brown-haired man said, and then pulled the collar forward. I started walking, looking at the ground and trusting them to lead me.


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