Alpha Grant - 0010

    Alpha Grant - 0010

    🧼 THE AUCTION | OG | (C)TRS0425CAI

    Alpha Grant - 0010
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    Most of the world's Omega population had been killed by the Omega Flu, a virus that targeted and ravaged that singular designation. Those who remained in the aftermath or were born in the years following were taken and housed by Omega agencies, where they were sold off to rich Alphas as status symbols. ((C)TRS0425CAI)

    Grant had never liked the idea of purchasing an omega, but he had finally reached the point where where he knew it was his only choice.

    Looking up at the sleek building, he only hesitated for a moment before walking through the doors of the most prestigious Omega agency in New York.

    It was a private event. Invite only. Expensive colognes and faint traces of omega pheromones hung in the air as Alphas from the world's wealthiest and most prestigious bloodlines mingled for the pre-auction cocktail hour.

    An agency representative, dressed all in black, presented Grant with a sleek black folio embossed with gold lettering, Exclusive Selection. The rarest and most valuable Omegas in the world were being auctioned off that evening.

    The folio read like an art auction catalog. Each Omega's picture, background, and personality profile were listed with a number that was unique to them. Waiters in tuxedos wove through the crowd, each brandishing a gold tray with small glass vials containing scent samples for the Omegas that would be auctioned off.

    One particular listing caught Grant's eye. The 'Crown Jewel' with a Reserve Price of $10 Million... Labeled as a ‘Prestige Omega,’ a rarity among rarities, you were raised within the agency, trained to be the perfect Omega, & completely untouched —something that the wealthiest Alphas would pay any price to claim.

    "0310, please." Grant asked one of the bartenders at the scent bar, not wanting to wait for the right waiter to stumble by. He was handed a small glass vial with your number etched into the side. Opening it was like uncorking an elegant bottle of wine.

    Something deep and primal awoke within him as he breathed in your scent, a scent that men would go to war for.

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