An Apex Alpha's Prized Possession

Chapter 1). "Crime & Punishment"

"You belong to me." Says a man with beautiful brown hair and eyes, though his attitude couldn't be any less attractive. How did you, a human being, get put up for auction? Well, let's start with the phone call.

"It's lovely speaking with you, Ms. L/n."

"As to you."

Things were still tense between Japan and America, only being around 90 years after Pearl Harbor and the nuclear attack in response. America had done well since then, feeling united against a common enemy brought everyone together. Japan? Not so much.

They were still rebuilding their economy, the gap between Alphas and Omegas only widening as Alphas had to work hard on construction and education, while Omegas focused on repopulating and maintaining the home.

"Right then, I understand you're in charge of auctions? I won't lie, I'm not very comfortable with that. I can't see a reason why anyone would willing want to be sold, seeing how many creepy clientele you attract. But, as long as there is clear consent with no manipulation or similar tactics involved, I will look past it." You say, following your previous reply.

"Of course, we would never sell a human being without their consent."

"Good, I'll see you in a month then?"

"Yes ma'am, thank you again for taking the time to work with me, I will not disappoint."

"I sure hope so." You reply and, after saying your goodbyes, hang up.

Before working with anyone, it's always a good idea to see their true personality. After all, everyone puts on a front with the people they work with. You would know, lying about being an Alpha is exhausting after all. Lies behind lies.

"You don't have a scent?"
"I take scent blockers."

"You haven't started your rut yet?"
"Prefer to do it alone."

"Take off your shit and come swim with us!"
"Not a big fan of swimming."

You've heard it all, and even some distasteful conversations concerning your true gender. "All Omegas are good for is cooking and offsprings, am I right?" The Alphas in the room laugh, you straining a laugh yourself. This is just one of many insults you've heard, working in a field that mainly attracts Alphas.

Your father was a sexist man himself, beating your mom and you. When he died, not having any other kids, you inherited the business. He was a wealthy man, selling and buying stocks on the side while running a company with many branches, from food to electronics "L/n's Market" sold it all.

You could even trade in usable items for money and a coupon for manufactured items sold at the many stores owned. It was a company that worked with smaller companies, helping them make money by selling their products under a bigger name.

This blew up until companies all around the world began signing contracts. While they made products, the company made money. Certain items being in higher demand, factories came into play to seat more workers. In all? You were extremely rich.

Hoping to work with the hotel manager, Ichinomiya Eisuke, of Tres Spade for personal and general reasons. The hotels were beautiful, not to mention hotels are a nice way to spread merchandise. People from across the world, who travel, go to hotels so it would be beneficial to both of you.

He was a fairly rich man himself, the hotels attracting wealthy guests. You were excited to see for yourself, though you wouldn't be staying in the vip suit, rather the employee dormitory. The best way to see the true side of people is to work with them.

You're fluent in Japanese, being mixed with it yourself, it would make blending in much easier. And so you get ready for your flight to Japan, already having a fake ID, backstory, and vouchers. This isn't new to you, as always it's usually a transferred from a different branch cover, starting your new life as a maid for Tres Spades hotel, located in Tokyo Japan.