Chapter 2

Tyler POV

My voice echoed through the entire place, and my eyes peered to the front, where the horrible display was on. I couldn't stand seeing this. No matter what it was, I had to get this girl.

 It seemed fate called me to the perfect place. I felt content running through me, and for some reason, I was so happy that I had named the price.

 Silence befell the entire place.

I noticed the eyes peering at me, wanting to know who bid higher than the Alpha Prince. I was quite aware that no one went against the Princes, and I just did. As an Alpha, I knew they were a bunch of spoiled brats and could do anything to her.

 It was simple. I took her as my own, saved her from these monsters, and made her my slave to serve me. 

 "Why'd you do that? All the Alphas are looking at you? You've become a fucking public figure here," my Beta, Blake, ranted through the mind link. 

"What the hell are you saying? Don't throw the flames at me. You fucking made me come here," I growled back, and I felt his wolf calm down.

  I was off to the pack to spar with some of my strong Gammas in my pack house when Blake invited me to the Omega bidding. These things weren't of my kind, and I felt so distant from the hellacious trouble of buying a fucking maid for myself and getting the awkward attention of so many people, bringing more threats to my pack. This time, it was against the Alpha Prince Caddel. One of the soon-to-be Alpha Kings of the city.

 I cleared my throat, and my wolf's eyes rolled, scanning the eyes of all the people here before my gaze finally landed on Prince Caddel. 

 A glimmer of disgust sparkled in his eyes, and I knew it wasn't going to be so good.

"I, Alpha Tyler Brock, hereby, offer five hundred grand to purchase this lowlife Omega," I firmly said, turning to look at the helpless she-wolf bound and corded. 

 Something felt wrong. My system didn't feel right. I could feel a sensational upthrust in my gut, a kind of weird feeling. It was as if I was overpowered by another aura. I glared at her, looking closely, and I had that feeling.

 My whole body began rumbling, and I could feel the energy in me calibrating powerfully, and Tyson, my wolf, howled in me. My wolf wanted to lurch forward, take dominance over me, quite strange why. I managed to pull it into the realm of control, and Tyson settled down.

 I didn't know why, but it felt strange. No Omega would have such a powerful and buzzing dominance swaddling around her. It was quite awkward that no one here other than me noticed, or it could have been the very reason why they wanted her so badly.

 Was she an exceptional Omega?

"Alpha Tyler? Alpha of the Silver Claw Pack?" Prince Caddel asked, moving forward. I turned to him and met his ugly and sinful stern glare.

"Yes, His Majesty. It's good that you desire this Omega, however, I feel like she's going to have more use for me. Moreover, Caddel, you have so many Omegas under your control, and you can get anyone else. Can I get this one?" I asked politely, not wanting to anger him.

 He could tell his father about it, and it would be so consequential. 

"Why, if I may ask, would an Alpha of a prestigious pack need this Omega? If I'm not wrong also, you can have any other person you want. Why this one?" He asked, and I felt a slight bit of provocation brush past my mind.

"I can have this Omega to myself, at least?" I retorted, Tyson, my wolf, beginning to get upset.

"Oh, it seems Alpha Tyler needs this Omega. What if I say I won't let her go?" He asked, smirking, as he lurched forward. 

 "Tyson, control yourself. This is not the time to fight," I whispered to the wolf in me.

 I didn't want to offend the Alpha Prince. He had his two brothers here, and he was a royal. Either my pack was going to be destroyed, or they would banish us from the city, me and my pack members to live as rogues for the rest of our lives.

"Alpha Prince Caddel, please. It's not going to get twisted now," I growled, getting impatient. I marched forward and whispered to him. "I need her. She's mine."

"Well, that sounds like a threat. What if I say that she belongs to me now and you can't get her?" He said, with an atrocious mien. 

"Why is it taking time? Hope it's not getting heated," Blake spoke, maybe realizing that I was in a sort of trap.

 If I took a step back, then, I would gather attention for daring to buy a worthless person from the Prince, and if I bought her, it'd be worse. 

"I think it's not looking so good. This damn Prince is so annoying. I bet if he was a regular person, he'd have caught a jab from me already," I told Blake. His wolf grunted, a sign of desperation so clear, as my wolf could sense it oozing from him.

"Make sure you don't fight him. I'm sure you damn know what he'll do to your pack," Blake warned.

"I feel like I'll punch him anytime soon if I can't keep it in," I said, glaring at Caddel.

"Sure, the Alpha Prince has the power of getting anything, but I beg that I have this one," I said, not wanting to sound like I was inferior to him. 

 If not for the royalty that whelmed him, I would have broken his neck.

 "I'm sorry, Prince Caddel, Alpha Tyler is the highest bidder, and thus is the one to go with the curse of my bones," another alpha, supposedly Alpha Julian, the stepfather of the Omega, said, coming in between us.

 "What do you mean Alpha Julian? I can pay a hundred times what he just priced," Caddel boasted.

 Well, that would make the Kingdom suffer, and I was sure of it. He wouldn't for hell's sake want to waste his father's money. 

 "Sure! You can…"

"Hold it. I don't need her anymore," Caddel said, storming out of the place. 

 I turned to look at the desperate bloke who wanted to give out a poor Omega she-wolf. Was she so much of a curse to him?

 What exactly surrounded her? It just made me curious about what kind of a person she was. I looked back at her, her head bowed low, as she looked like she was passing out.

"Eh, Alpha Tyler, yes. It's so good to have you as the bidder of this Omega. How about we complete the formalities, and get rid of her from this house," Alpha Julian said, smiling at me.

"Well, I have a question to ask," I said, moving closer to him. "Why the fuck in the world do you want to sell her to me? She's such a pitiable thing, and I don't know if she deserves this," I told him, feeling a bit of compassion in me. I made sure to subdue it and glare at him with void emotions. His eyes widened, with surprise flitting across them. 

"Well, she's just a slave we must sell, and it's good she's going to be your possession," he said, his arms jiggling as he mouthed out the words.

 I didn't bother to ask any more questions, knowing the answers would come from an asshole who coveted his brother's pack. I knew everything about this alpha, and it was soon until I exposed him to the world.

 I hurried up the winding staircase, and I could hear the footfalls catching up with me. My eyes rolled to the corners of this place. It was richly decorated as if it was a special day. The day the Alpha waited to get the curse off his life. 

 A cruel and atrocious Alpha who'd sell his stepdaughter. 

Totally laughable. 

 After doing all the formalities, I met with my Beta outside. Blake seemed so impatient and paced around the car. His eyes caught mine, and he rushed up to me.

"Damn. That was taking too long. I waited fucking two hours," he complained, bracing his palm against his forehead. 

"Well, I only wanted to go to the pack house and rest. Why did you call me here?"

"It was a great bid and I wished you to be there. Shit, I didn't know it'll take so long," he said, heaving a heavy sigh.

 My breath stopped in my throat, winding back down, as I recalled the face of the Omega. Somehow, my wolf wasn't ready to let go of the memories.

"Now don't tell me you didn't get the Omega," he said, snapping his fingers at me. I glared at him, before dipping my hands in my pocket.

"Let's just say that I got the Omega. The fucking Alpha Prince was the first runner-up, and it seemed like defiance poaching higher than he did," I affirmed, clicking my tongue.

 Blake's eyes twitched, and it seemed like he wasn't focused. He gazed past over my shoulder, and I turned to look at what he was so focused on.

 There they were. The Princes. Alpha Prince Caddel and his brothers.

 Caddle smirked, glaring at me with his usual sinful eyes, and Blake stood behind me.

 "What must I have done to owe you that glare?" I asked him, keeping my wolf in control, as the fire of hatred for him burned through my veins.

"It seems Alpha Tyler doesn't know. It's become some kind of insanely twisted game, don't you think?" He asked his brothers and landed his glowering gaze on me. 

"You dare take my brother's property? I think you should pay for this," Isaiah, the eldest of them, said, shoving his brother aside.

"An Omega slave belongs to no one other than her master, and I think I'm the rightful owner now," I retorted.

 The anger showcased on his face more terribly.

"He has a dangerous attitude, I see. Let's see how far you'll get with this, you bloke," Caddel said.

"Well, it's better to be a bloke standing for himself, than a wuss hiding behind his brother. Greetings to the King, I think you all are missing something from him," I mouthed out boldly, my wolf urging me to fight.

 Turning around to go, I could feel a strong grip on my arm.

"Just know one thing, Alpha Tyler. No matter what it is, you'll regret ever challenging me," Isaiah proclaimed, the fury evident in his tone. I flinched and winked at Blake.

 Maybe he was enjoying the game too.

We got into the car, and I watched as their louring eyes meant only one thing.

 I won against them. They were never going to play with me again. It was time to see what I paid for.

 My slave - the Omega.