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One day, I'll escape Solstice Bay and I'll go far, far away from here.
I have to hold out hope that's still possible.
"Kendra Morrison!" a voice says.
People in the crowd boo.
"This girl killed her father and ran away...and she's finally here on our auction block, in sore need ofdiscipline."
I don't know where the announcer is or what he looks like. He's just a disembodied voice, telling dozens of alphas that I need to bedisciplined.
One day I'll escape.
One day Ihave toescape.
My heart pounds in my chest as I step onto the platform. I'm a mess of emotions, fear, anger, and a desperate hope all swirling together. I want to scream and fight, to lash out at this cruel fate that has been forced upon me. But I know better than that. An omega can never win against an alpha - it's just the way of the world. So instead, I keep my eyes downcast, trying to make myself as small and unremarkable as possible.
But even that's not enough to save me from the glares and jeers of the alphas in the crowd. They're all sizing me up like a piece of meat, looking for any flaws they can use to beat down the price. It's insulting, dehumanizing, but it's also the only way I have any chance of survival.
"Let's give our girl a warm welcome," the announcer says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
The alphas begin to jeer and whistle, and I feel a wave of pure hatred wash over me. They know nothing about me, nothing about the life I've had to lead just to survive. They see me only as a tool, a means to their own pleasure. I can feel their eyes on me, roving over every inch of my body, and I shiver with disgust. They're animals--vicious animals who rule this world with an iron fist.
"She'll be pricy, but worth it, starting at fifty thousand credits...let's go!"
They start the process of bidding on me, and I watch as the number on the screen behind me goes up, up, up... I'm on display, a crueler fate than this on the other side of the bidding process. I can't stand it.
And then I see him.
He's different from the other alphas in the crowd. He's not dressed in a suit or casual clothes, but rather in a black leather jacket and jeans, his hair a mess of dirty blond curls. He's holding a cigarette between his fingers, his eyes roving over me with an intensity that makes my skin crawl. But there's something else in those eyes too--something that sets him apart from the others. It's almost like...like he feels sorry for me.
I shake my head, trying to dispel the thought. No alpha could ever feel sorry for an omega, especially not at an auction like this one. But still, I can't help but feel drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.
The bidding continues, but I can't take my eyes off of the man in the leather jacket. He doesn't seem to care about the bidding war, instead just standing there and puffing at his cigarette. It's like he's waiting for something, or someone.
I find out what when everything goes to hell.
Suddenly, there's a commotion in the back of the crowd. People start shouting, and I hear the sound of glass shattering. The alphas on the platform begin to panic, looking around wildly for the source of the noise.
And then, all hell breaks loose.
A group of men in masks and hoods rush the platform, wielding weapons and screaming. The alphas scatter, trying to get away, but the attackers are too quick, too ruthless. They're like a pack of wolves, and the alphas are their prey.
I get a rush of satisfaction at seeing them like this.
Seeingalphasexperience that fear.
But I'm frozen in place, my heart pounding as I watch the chaos unfold. I'm terrified, but there's also a strange sense of relief--a feeling that maybe, just maybe, this is my chance to escape.
The man in the leather jacket is still standing there, watching the attackers with a detached expression. He doesn't seem scared or panicked like the others--in fact, he almost seems amused. He takes one more drag of his cigarette, then he drops it on the ground and stamps it out with his heel.
He takes a step toward me.
Before he can act, though, someone's dragging on my shackles, pulling me backwards off the stage. I land in the dust with a thud, and there's someone in an ACB uniform pulling me up by the arm--an alpha with big brown eyes and a gentle face. This is something else I've never seen...this kind of gentleness in an alpha.
"We need to get you out of here," he says. "Come with me."
"Who are you?" I ask.
