Alfred stared up at the large brown building in front of him with wide blue eyes, a hesitant and slightly disgusted expression on his face as he was escorted inside by a woman who looked much too happy for someone who made a living selling slaves. That's right, Alfred F. Jones was going to buy a slave, an omega slave, to be specific. He really did not want to though, hell no; he didn't like the idea of those poor omegas being kidnapped, drugged, or worse, and then sold as a slaves who had to serve their alpha (or beta) masters most probably the rest of their lives. The very thought made the alpha shudder but it wasn't like he could do anything about it, that was just the way things worked. From the very moment omegas were born they were engaged to someone at a very young age, or, if they refused to comply, they would often be regarded as shameful to their families and would likely be disowned or sold. There were very few omegas who had actual freedom...

The alpha followed after the tour guide, his eyes scanning the room. The omegas were being kept behind large glass window panes, much like pets. Some had their price tags pasted on the glass while others had a note saying what time the auction for said omega would start. It was very clean and tidy although he couldn't say the same for the other rooms. The less wanted omegas' living spaces were absolutely filthy, they were kept in cages and forced to sleep on the grimy floor, their food placed in bowls. They were treated much like dogs, Alfred found it extremely disgusting...

"Alfred!" Yelled a woman, followed by an irritated huff, snapping Alfred out of his thoughts. It was his mother, the very person who had forced him to buy a slave in the first place. She crossed her arms and opened her mouth to say something. Blue eyes rolled as Alfred let out an irritated groan. She was probably going to start another one of her lectures... "My dear, it's not like I'm doing this for my sake, it's for yours! You're a businessman! The owner of one of the most expensive industries in America! What would you father say if he was still here? No self-respecting alpha would be caught dead without at least owning one slave..." She ranted on and on and on, but Alfred had completely stopped listening.

Honestly, he couldn't care less about keeping up his public image. Why would that matter, anyways? He was a good businessman, he knew what he was doing. Shouldn't that be enough for his mother? He sighed and continued walking to the first floor, where the most in-demand omegas were kept. Alfred nodded and nodded his head as his mother spoke, pretending to be aware of what the other was talking about. He would have kept going with his act, but...

Something-no, someone, had distracted him.

He slowly started walking away from his mother, inching closer in front of a large glass pane where a certain sleeping omega was being kept in. He was the most beautiful thing Alfred had ever seen, pale, porcelain skin, without scratch on his body. He had pink, pouty lips and a tuft of blond hair that looked almost golden. This was the very definition of a perfect omega. This was the type of omegas all alphas yearned for; the ideal mate. The woman who was showing him around noticed Alfred staring and smiled rather deviously. "Oh, that's one of our most popular. He's going on auction in a little bit, very very expensive. Shipped him all the way from England. Many alphas and betas alike are here to place their bids on our Arthur!" She said with a grin, clearly happy about the money she was going to rake in.

"On...auction?" Alfred questioned, blinking in surprise. "Um, can't I just buy him without all that fuss?" He said, earning a shocked look from his mother. She hasn't expected her son to actually buy an omega /right now/.

"Oh, no sir!" The tour guide said with a small frown. "I'm afraid if you want him, you'll have to place your bids at the auction!"

Alfred rolled his eyes at that. He really didn't want to go through the hassle of squeezing himself in a crowd...but when he looked at the omega he felt like he needed to. He didn't want someone so beautiful to end up with a terrible mate. "Fine." He said, and crossed his arms.

"Wonderful!" She grinned. "Oh, but you'll have to pay an entrance fee first, sir."

Money grubbing bitch.

Soon enough the auction had begun. Alfred was surprised at how many people came to place their bids, and at the same time he was annoyed too. More people bidding equals less chance of being able to buy Arthur. Once they brought the omega out, Alfred blinked. He was beautiful. He had lovely green eyes, this was the first time he had seen them open. But...They seemed lifeless. The omega look dazed and it became evident to Alfred that the other had been drugged, probably to prevent him from struggling or making a scene.

Throughout the auction, there was one particular man who just refused to give up. He was a rather chubby and short man, a beta. Alfred scrunched his nose up a bit, why would a beta need an omega anyways? It wasn't like betas liked their scents anyway...The man's bids got higher and higher to the point where practically nobody else was bidding. The alpha wasn't going to lose, however. "500 thousand dollars." Alfred called out, determination clear in his voice.

The beta let out a huff and crossed his arms. "600 thousand."

"700." Alfred glared.

"850." The man shot back.

"1 million."

At that, the man, as well as the entire crowd (which included his mother), went silent. It was clear Alfred had won. "Going once...going twice..." The announcer said. "And sold! To Mr. Alfred F. Jones!"

The alpha smirked triumphantly and walked up to the stage to get Arthur, but his heart sank when he saw the expression on the other's face. He still looked slightly dazed but it looked like he knew what was going on. There was a sad and lost look on his face, like he had given up all hope. He bit his lip and had second thoughts but it was too late, he had already handed over his money. Realisation came crashing down onto Alfred all at once. He was buying an omega slave out of impulse...It never occurred to him until now that he had to take care of the man, feed him, clothe him, provide for him...Oh well. He could just wing it, right? It couldn't be too bad, right?

...Right?

Alfred shook his head out of his thoughts and held the omega's hand, leading him off to his car. He hoped the drugs affecting the other would wear off soon. He had the overwhelming urge to show the omega that he wasn't like the other alphas, that he was better. That he was going to treat him like a proper alpha would...Those thoughts were mostly instinct-driven, though. Alfred never usually felt this way, perhaps it was because of Arthur. The omega had this indescribable effect on him...

As he shut the door to the car, Alfred ignored his mother's rants and looked over at Arthur one last time.

Then he drove off.

Soooo...Sorry for the short chapter. The next ones will be longer (That is, if people actually express interest in this fanfic). Reviews are appreciated! Very, very appreciated. Feel free to point out any errors as well.