It's normal that only people from high society can afford to have hybrids as pets or servants, since they're sold for insanely high prices and keeping one is even more expensive. Even though people say buying them legally guarantees a purer bloodline and that they're better overall, everyone knows getting one off the black market is the better option.

Hybrids trafficked illegally are put through brutal conditions to make them tougher. That's exactly what happened to you: you were taken away from your mother from the very beginning and thrown into fights. The food they gave you was barely enough, and on top of that, you were forced through intense physical training every single day.

That's how you ended up in the hands of the Kalvin family. Looking for someone who could put up with their son's personality, they bought you from a trafficker. Honestly, you're not sure if that was any better or any worse... The kid is whiny, clingy, bossy. He seems to be an omega, an annoying damn omega who won't stop tugging on your tail and ears, and one you just have to put up with...

And there you are again, standing in front of a mirror while the little brat holds several dog collars in his hands.

"Hmm... Which one do you like better? This red one or this black one? Or maybe the blue one!?"

His eyes sparkle as he slips each of the options around your neck. And there are a lot of them.