Taking note of the abundance of dominant scents, Namjoon strode into the stuffy canopy next to Jungkook behind their father, his heavy cape elegantly dragging behind him, the gold embroidery matching his pupils, that he had brought out to clearly assert his position upon bystanders.
Dominance rolled off him in waves, and for moment members of packs from outside Korea thought that his wolf overpowered both the Head Alpha's and his brothers.
Silence encased the vast marque once the alpha, his beta, and his two sons were presented on the small stage before everyone.
"Good morning, everyone," The Head Alpha began, looking around with red eyes at all the audience,"Welcome to the Blood Crescent Pack. I hope you had a good journey. We have gathered here today for the Annual Auction, where rogue slaves will be bought and offered a home. I wish that you treat them kindly, and as for the slaves, I hope they enjoyed their short stay at our humble pack. Let the bidding begin, kindly remain patient and allow no dispute to occur for the event to run smoothly. Thank you."
With that, one by one each family member stepped down from the elevated surface, Namjoon being last as he gave the crowd another lookover with a taut expression.
All four, including the Head's beta, got seated right up front to watch slaves come in, and the older brother could sense Jungkook's discomfort rolling off him thickly.
"Don't worry, Kook. Taehyung is safe, okay?" Namjoon whispered, his large hand soothingly rubbing over his brother's back.
"I'm just sad for these wolves, Hyung. You and I both know how kind people will be to them." Jungkook muttered back, eyes fixated to the stage, where the auction staff was ready to begin bidding.
"We will first start from the age twenty, and starting prices will go in ascending order. All bids in dollars," The man behind the podium announced, the crowd attentive,"First up, we have Byun Baekhyun!"
A tall, but boney boy got shoved onto stage, his eyes a generic brown but features striking with light sandy hair and a broad chest. His hands clearly trembled as his eyes flicked around hyperly, making him look like a scared little cat.
"He is a beta excellent in anything requiring power, and can pull a plough better than any bull! And for our dear customers only," The man wickedly chuckled, winking, "His purity has been kept intact. Bid starts at seven hundred dollars!"
Soon enough, people began wildly increasing the bid for the quaking boy, and Namjoon could only watch helplessly when a meaty Alpha from one of their neighbouring packs wrapped his sausage-like fingers around the whimpering boy's waist and pulled him into his lap, winning the bid at twenty-five hundred dollars.
Namjoon's uneasiness grew as the ages descended and prices ascended, his nose catching onto an odd scent that cut through all of the alpha's. Honey.
His ears perked up and sensed highlighted, pupils dilating and rapidly flicking around for the source of such a sweet smell amongst hundreds of sour stenches.
Then, his world halted.
Senses captivated with a sudden pull he looked back at the stage, eyes as wide as saucers and nose filled with the honey scent, making Namjoon feel almost drunk. He did not understand a lot as his body began tensing, the wolf inside him howling in excitement and happiness.
"Park Jimin! Seventeen and a rare male omega! Posses beautiful eyes, one blue and one brown, with a fleshy body you would love to fondle with. Not of much use on the fields, but believe me folks, great in bed. Bidding starts at four thousand!"
Mate.
A growl tore through Namjoon when the trembling being made eye contact with him, his own eyes wide and startled looking at his alpha, ready to submit.
