True Alpha (Jikook)

Chapter 18

A/N- The above pic is so... damn, I can stare at it the whole day. Ethereal.

Jungkook's P.O.V.

The red haired Dragon or whatever he called himself, our discipline master, was inside our cell teaching us how we should be submissive and shit when we were with our future masters. How charming.

I don't think I can take it anymore, I already felt like dismembering the jerk, his voice, his face, his glaring red hair, everything about him was foul.

"So when your master asks you to do household chores, you don't make faces, it is your job, your duty to do it, even if it requires you to wash his shit. Am I clear?"

We both nodded reluctantly, me more than Namjoon, who was busy staring at the man with open curiosity. Wonder what he was thinking, he was clever despite his gullible dimples, he wasn't your regular alpha.

"So next step into slavery is perfect routine, blah blah blah," the red haired man continued, he was pacing inside our little cell with a thin ruler in hand, which was basically his only self defense against us if we tried mutiny.

His lecture kept going on, until a loud knock on the door was heard, interrupting him mid speech. "What?!" he asked with irritation, bothered greatly for being stopped.

The door opened and in came the same man with scars on his face, the one who had picked me up the first day. "They are here Draconis."

"Who?"

The scar man glared at him, "Those buyers you idiot."

"Tell them to come another time, I am not done training yet."

"As if they will listen to me, you go and-"

"Which buyers are you talking about."

The scar man looked hesitant, peeking at us slaves and then pointedly glowering at the red head, "The Kwong pack."

My ears perked up at the new information, because everyone knew about the surname Kwong, it belonged to the most powerful and influential territorial leader, Moreno Kwong. His territory was renamed, Moreno, after him. 

So what was his pack doing here...?

I saw our master starting to sweat bullets, even turning pale under the pressure of the name itself. "W-What? Why are they here, it is too soon, I cannot hand over incomplete-"

"Doesn't matter," scar head pressed, "they would kill anyone who dares to refuse them. They want something, they get something."

The master glanced at us fleetingly and then walked out the cell, "Lock the door, I will get back to them later."

The scar head nodded and closed the door, locking it away fitfully, as if his hands were shaking.

Being left alone again was boring but it was relieving, so I turned to Namjoon for his input. He was already onto something. 

"They are planning to sell all those omegas to the Kwong."

"I can't agree more, but I had heard the Kwongs didn't get involved with omega slavery, that they were clean."

"You believe every rumor out there?"

I shook my head, "Of course not."

"I think Draconis won't trade us out for now, he has yet to train us, even I started with this training thing with you, so I am sure he would hesitate to put in our names."

"I am not that sure about it, because he is a blabber mouth," I reasoned, "He might spill it unknowingly."

"True."