Dominates and Submissives(Sterek)

Chapter 1

Dominates & Submissives
Chapter 1

"Genim 'Stiles' Stilinski! Nineteen years of age. White male. Weighs at 147 pounds. An exceptionally experienced Submissive!" The bearded speaker projected out to the crowd of suited men and polished women.

But these aren't ordinary men and women.

They are werewolves.

Werewolves had begun to reveil themselves to the outside world decades ago. They quit giving into there fear of the hunters after centuries of endless running and hiding.

Being a hunter was an act of treason, and the penalty?

Death.

Next to the speaker, a tall, lean boy bowed his head to the ground, his dark brown hair shading his eyes from the blinding sun and the perverse looks directed toward him.

This would be Stiles' fourth showing. He'd have a new owner, someone to be pond off too.

A Dominate.

This was the werewolves way of slavery.

Extracting all power and will from the humans and forcing them into the life of a Submissive.

It doesn't matter who you are. If you're human, you're automatically put into the system.

And there's no escaping it.

"Seeing as this young man is a well experienced Submissive, we'll start at 20 grand!"

...

"If it isn't Derek Hale himself! What a surprise to see you bidding! I see you set your money on doe eyes, aye?"

The announcer, known as Kent, piped as the alpha entered the buzzing tent filled with salesmen and Dominates.

"Kent." He greeted with a nod," My emissary stressed that I needed a Submissive if I'm to ever prolong the Hale bloodline. I guess naturally meeting someone isn't an option."

Derek looked to be seemingly in his early twenties, dressed in a classy black suit with a blood red handkerchief peeping out from the chest pocket of his shimmering suit jacket. His jet black hair was gelled back, and his chiseled jaw bared a five o'clock shadow making him all the more attractive.

"Submissives are a great luxury. You got yourself a good one." Kent grinned, trying to show as much respect to his buyer, since Hale was a well respected name around Beacon Hills, "Well I see the paperwork was all filled out. May I just warn you, the Submissive you own is not like the others... He's been through a lot, so keep a close eye on this one."

"If you're suggesting he'd run, you're mistaken. He is to be welcomed with the upmost respect and class. I have no doubt he will enjoy it at my warm home. I assure you, he will be treated as such."

"A Submissive?" Kent questioned with a disbelieving glint in his eyes.

"A human being, Kent." Derek stated bluntly.

He handed his paperwork to Kent with a distant look.

Kent pulled on a smile, tucking the papers under his arm.

"Remember, the law states if your Submissive is to be caught trying to run, we must take them into custody, and will be put back into the system... He's being held in Sector 13."

Kent then nodded his goodbye and left to attend to other Dominates.

Derek strolled to Sector 13 taking in the world around him.

It seemed so dim. The sun was blaring brightly, but it was if a heavy smog settled over every thing.

It used to not be this way, the world.