Last One Standing

Chapter One

Waking up in an empty plush bed it's cold and dark. Just as I do everyday, I make my way to the blinds without a thought of my indecent appearance, dark brown hair rustled and a mess, hickeys and bites across my chest, dark bags under my green- caramel eyes. Opening the thick dark curtains to reveal the sun's placement, at it's point in the sky it should be around noon now. The rays of the sun warm every inch of my caramel skin as I stand there unbothered by the people below. Finally I peel myself away from the window and take myself around the room picking up my clothes that are strewn all across the floor from last nights' exploitative events. The clothes if you could even call them that, was a silky thin cloth that draped over my body leaving no room for imagination, the color red to make sure my eyes pop, underneath that I wore a one piece skin tight suit that turned to shorts, it was dark red cupping my ass and hugging my waist perfectly being the only thing that keeps me only a semblance of hidden. I make sure to check myself in the dirty cracked mirror standing in the corner to make myself look more presentable than what I felt like.

After dressing I make my way down to the first floor of the brothel being greeted rather aggressively by the owner Harold, an old but well meaning alpha, he stood around a head taller than me with a belly. His hair a dirty blonde with grey and a rather cute mustache. "Tristan! How many times have I told you not to sleep here? That only
Stops others from bringing up customers! Think of the profit!" He huffed out as he followed me around the floors seemingly loosing his breathe with each step. "Slow down will yah?"

Not in the mood for his nagging I huff out a breath and Halt turning to him with my signature fake smile having years of practice, "I'm sorry Harry. Last nights' alpha was rather a hungry fella and wanted much more than the usual." A lie but he'd never know. Harry stares up at me with those greedy grey eyes.

"Oh. Ha! You should have said so." He held out his hand and I understood immediately. With a roll of my eyes I handed him the money I acquired from last nights' business "meetings". He let out a giddy yip and patted me on the shoulder. "Good work boy. I'll see you tomorrow night." And with that he rushed away to recount the money several times.

"Greedy old badger..." I huff taking my leave not before saying a few byes to several of the omegas working this afternoon.

Ever since I turned eighteen years I was put to work as what most all omegas are destined to become; prostitutes, whores, and sluts, those were only some of the names used to categorize omegas by those above us. Even those born of higher beings were forced into marriages without taking into accounts their possible mates. It's been this way for decades as Omegas' seemed to be the most beautiful of the clans, with very easily distinguishable scents being sickeningly sweet, sexually stimulating, and alluring. Alphas and others supernaturals flocked to us for their pleasure and release. We were blessed with the possibility of becoming pregnant without limitations of gender with the curse of also having ruts or heats. An omegas 'heat' was a reoccurring phenomenon in which we omega fall into a crazed state craving the presence of a stronger being to suppress our sexual desire of being marked and impregnated. In the past it was like things of nightmares to even think of going through. Omegas would be defenseless, the burning need for anything to ease the pain while their hormones were released tenfold drawing in any being within a one- mile radius to them in a lustful craze, omegas would rarely survive these heats and the ones who did would never the same with marks from these alphas who didn't want them and their mates who would likely have to rejected them because of the markings. Nowadays the omega would be sent to what they call rut houses specially for omegas, they were usually located on the outskirts away from the clans so they would be able to go through their heats without causing 'problems for the alphas.' Any slight progression for the rights of omegas would only be for the sake of the Higher beings. Although it's better than nothing. Personally though I've never trusted it hearing about incidents that have happened when an alpha wondered out of the city and stumbled across the rut house. So instead Ive been using my own place, a hidden cave deep in the woods, I found it by mistake on a run before my first heat and have been using that ever since.

As I make my way down the streets past venders and warriors I keep my eyes straight ahead of me not making eye contact with anyone who glanced my way and I know they were, everything I was and wore screamed sex object to everyone in the kingdom. I was used to it but I never hated it or myself the opinion of others was not my own, I knew what to my thought of me I could practically here them. Fuckers. I was less. I was a slut. But I digress. I'm nothing they think I am.