Freed by the Alpha

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It took about an hour before she reached the ends of the city. An iron gate controlled access to the Sisque clan lands that were surrounded by the forest. The buildings were dark and gray. Little light radiated from the street, making it seem almost eerily silent. Immediately, she became tense. That wasn't normal. As she drove across the road, she noticed security cameras in the distance, and knew that the men behind these cameras knew it was her driving the black vehicle. There was a Falcon crest on the license plate. The farther she drove from the gate, the more people she saw, their scarlet eyes trying to peer through her dark tinted windows. More and more people filled the downtown area. They dressed in black with red markings on their clothes. She drove past them all until she reached the nightclub's parking lot, not surprised to see drunk men tumbling out of the building.

She questioned herself one more time. The Sisque Alpha would not be happy to know she was approaching on his land, and she had a feeling that this would not end well. Trying to separate from her thoughts, shook a deep breath and continued out of the car.

I'm here. She mind linked Marcus.

Arella exited the sleek car and locked the doors behind her. In the distance, she could hear Sisque men catcalling, telling her all kinds of explicit bullshit. Though, when Arella looked into their eyes and they were entranced by her icy glare, their antics stopped shortly after. They had finally recognized her as an Alpha wolf. With a capacity to kill them in minutes.

Briskly walking into the club, the smell of cigarette smoke and cheap liquor greeted Arella. The music was loud and tons of people bumped into her as she tried to find her way. Looking around the dimly lit room, she found the private room for "showings".

She walked by the tall, muscled guard that eyed her body viscously. She had to endure his heated glare as he searched her body for weapons. In her own mind, the search was for the wrong thing. She was an Alpha. She didn't need a gun to take down some subordinate wolves.

After the body scan, she rearranged her gold watch and entered the private room.

The setting was a candlelit luxurious space, far different from the noisy club outside. It appeared to be a private historical theatre, with crimson velvet seats facing a stage enveloped in long drapes. A few people sat in the seats facing the stage, primarily older Grange clan ladies and a few younger Sisque women. The observation piqued her interest even more. Arella thought that men were among the buyers in the auction tradition, like what had been reported in the media. But women seemed to fill the theatre seats, making her question herself and her reasons for being there.

What's going on? This is nothing like I would've expected.

In the back of the room, Arella sat beside two older women who were socializing. They talked about how frequently they came to the club to locate their servant wolves. According to their conversation, they appeared to have hired all their cleaning and service staff from the auctions.

Arella could barely recall how slave auctions got their start. Her father briefed her about it shortly before starting training for Alpha. It was a traditional custom believed to be fair. Wolves who owed people debt, and those who wanted to avoid punishment when they committed low-level crimes, sold themselves to the auctioneers who sold them at these auctions. By working, they were supposed to pay off their debts and sentences.

There was no way out once you become an Omega Wolf slave. Historically, most of these owners were brutal to their servants, keeping them working until they couldn't anymore. It was very normal when she was a child, but as the society developed, more wolves rebelled against the tradition in their clans. It was a rare practice now, but it still happened. Ironically, no matter what their moral compass appeared to be, all clans had wolves. Nevertheless, these Omega wolves were now called "working class Omegas." The councilmen voted after a petition was created by young wolves, and it proved that if the Omega wolves' living conditions could be proven livable, then laws would still be in place. In order to convince the councilmen that the Omega working class has chosen its life and has reasonable accommodations, the upper classes of all clans united. Proving to the councilmen, it was lawful.