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Third Person's POV Joey lies in his bed facing the window, his back toward the door. He's as awkward as it comes. Not only is his tongue cut out, and he walks with a limp, he's left-handed. It was just another thing for kids to tease him about.It seemed the world always had something to tease him about. Everything he did was wrong. He could look at someone, and they would claim he looked at them the wrong way. The Omega lay in bed, his right hand propped his head up as his left hand moved vigorously across the thick sheet of paper, sketching, thumb caressing the charcoal color and shading needed areas. As more time passed, the image became clearer. Long dreads past the shoulders, pulled up around the face, and clamped just behind his head. His sharp eyebrows became a mirror image, and he moved on to his thin and beautiful nose. His beautiful face came to life. His gorgeous dreadlocks, facial hair, and eyes that held so much emotion came to life on paper. Joey felt his eyes burn a
Third Person's POV When Joey pulled back from the kiss, he was a ball of excitement. The little Omega had the biggest smile on his face, which made the Alpha's heart soar. Tate reached up and caressed the Omega's cheek. “Why don't you talk with your mouth?” Tate asked softly, and the Omega’s smile disappeared as he looked down. “Hey, I didn't mean to upset you. It's just. I thought you didn't talk because your tongue was completely gone, but it's not.” Tate said, and Joey became uncomfortable. He didn't like talking about his tongue. He didn't like anyone mentioning it. It made him want to disappear or run away. When Joey tried to climb off Tate, the Alpha wrapped his arms around him tighter and gently held his face.“I'm sorry! I'm not trying to upset you, I'm just trying to understand.” “I can't pronounce the words properly when I try to talk. People can't understand me. I sound stupid, and they make fun of me. My voice is ugly, so I don't talk.” Joey said through the link and
Third Person's POV The curtains begin sliding open from the center out. As it does, Grayson and Coal's stomachs drop as it reveals the so-called merchandise. Whimpers were heard from the stage as the nearly naked Omegas and Delta 3s were shoved forward. Some moved forward as if this wasn't their first time, and others stumbled and fell as they were shoved. The only thing on their bodies were tiny pink thongs that barely covered anything and were at least one size too small. Grayson looked down when he saw the two females standing on the stage, trying to cover their breasts. Unfortunately, when they tried, they were hit with a whip, which promptly made them uncover themselves. “Don't worry, we're using our gentlest whip, and he's not hitting them too hard. We don't want to damage the merchandise too much before you purchase it.” The tall, slender man said.When Grayson looked up, he forced himself to look at each person standing on the stage. They were incredibly underweight and tre
Third Person's POV The Delta 3 opened his eyes, terrified, when he saw the Alpha's glowing red eyes. He squeezed his eyes closed, terrified to look at him and afraid of what he would do to him. He knows he messed up. It's been a long time since he tried to run away. He knows the punishment for running away is one of the harshest punishments. The fact that it will come from this particular Alpha makes it even worse. His shoulders shake as he begins crying. He feels the Alpha stand and feels the bruising grip he has on his body as he holds him tight against him. His fear rises when he hears the Alpha growl. It was so loud and so deep, it was terrifying! His aura is incredibly strong, stronger than any he had ever felt. With an aura this strong, the Delta feared he might not survive an Alpha command from him, not with how weak he is.As soon as the Alpha climbs into the car, his grip loosens, and the Delta hurries out of his lap and falls onto the floor. He's quick to kneel and bends o
Delta 3's POV You would think I would be used to the cold, but I'm not. Goosebumps stand prominent on my body as I sit in the corner with my knees up to my chest and arms wrapped around my legs. I try everything I can to warm myself, but it's impossible. My stomach sinks when I hear the voices of the guards, prep staff, and makeup crew entering. I immediately get on my knees with my hands in my lap, head down, and wait obediently for my turn. This isn't the first time I've been sold. The first time I was sold was shortly after my 16th birthday. My family hid me as long as they could, but being a submissive Delta 3, my scent was too strong and gave me away. My first master taught me how to be obedient the hard way. A year later, my second master purchased me, and at first, he was somewhat nice and let my body heal. For the first few months, he never touched me inappropriately or hurt me. I don't know what happened or why it changed, but one night, it did, and I woke up to him on top
Third Person's POV Grayson couldn't sleep. He couldn't stop seeing the Delta 3 up on that stage. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the image more clearly. When his anger rose, he paced the room, and when he regained control, he sat down in a chair and stared at the Delta while he slept. Grayson was ready to spring into action when the Delta suddenly sat up gasping but then he suddenly laid down and fell back to sleep…The Delta slowly woke up, feeling warmer than he had in so long. The ground beneath him was soft like he was lying on a warm cloud. His eyes flutter open, and he's met with soft blue surroundings. He reaches his hand up and touches the soft blue pillow his head is lying on, and he's shocked that it is indeed a pillow. It's only then that he realizes that all he smells is the familiar scent of his mate. His eyes widened when he realized where he was lying. The Delta shoots up, sitting upright in the blink of an eye. His heart races as his eyes dart around the room.
Third Person's POV Not feeling much like cooking, Grayson went down to the kitchen. The whole way to the kitchen and back, Grayson couldn't get the images of the Omega kneeling on the ground and on his bed presenting himself. It made him so angry that those sick bastards conditioned him like this. That they hurt him and put him through so much hell that he's now programmed to do these things. It makes him so angry that his mate is so afraid of the world and him, and it's all because of those fuckers at the auction. He tried to control his anger, but he found himself slipping and scaring the Delta instead. He was angry at himself for doing that. He wasn't mad at the Delta; he was mad at them. He pushed the door open to his apartment and could smell him as soon as he entered. Grayson paused for a moment, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath in through his nose. That sweet and delicate scent invaded his nose, and his heart ached that he couldn't hold him, hug him, or cuddle him like
Third Person's POV As Grayson sat in his father's office, he wonders if Sebastian is in the apartment kneeling while waiting for him. He hopes he isn't, but he wouldn't be surprised if he was. Grayson sits at his father's desk as he tells him what they saw. Coal sits to his right with his father's laptop, trying to look up as many faces as he can remember. Coal has been at it for hours, and he's only located three Alphas. “It shouldn't be that hard. Each pack has a picture of their Alpha,” Reid said.“That's the thing, it's not just pack Alphas. The majority of them were only Alpha blood, not an Alpha of a pack. That's why there were so many there. It was an auditorium full of them. And they weren't all locals; most flew from different states. I don't know who was in charge there. But The announcer seemed like he held quite a bit of authority, definitely over anyone on the stage.” Grayson said. “Well, this is going to take a long time. You're talking about looking at photos of Alp