It was no news to anyone that the Zenin clan's demands exceeded all common sense. The Zenins had been cruel, stern, and unwavering for centuries, and therefore did not tolerate any weakness in their ranks. They painstakingly erased any stains on their reputation. And one of those stains was Toji.

The fact that the boy was born an omega was already a rare disgrace for his influential family. His mother never breastfed him, disdaining even to touch the worthlessness she had created. And at the age of 8, when all healthy sorcerers showed hereditary techniques, it turned out that Toji did not even possess the cursed energy, having been subject to the "heavenly limitation" since birth. That very day, his mother committed suiсide, unable to bear the shame.

From that day on, the omega was raised as a animal. But nothing could break his unwavering spirit as long as the hated blood of his kind flowed through his veins. That's what the unfortunate man thought about, kneeling in an unfamiliar room. His hands were tightly, but not painfully, tied behind his back. There was a thick bandage over his eyes, preventing him from seeing anything. But he clearly felt the presence of the alpha in the room, savoring her pleasant scent, which permeated every square meter of the room. He smiled fangedly.

"I don't want to upset you, my dear lady, but I wasn't worth a single yen spent. You purchased "defective goods."