Sold to the Yiling Patriarch ✔️(a Yizhan Omegaverse AU Fanfic)

Lesson 1: Know Your Place

Lan Yibo couldn't even bring himself to care that he was in a cage. Five hours ago, he'd been one of the Two Jades of the GusuLan wolf pack, on his way to becoming an alpha and ruling the pack alongside his brother Xichen.

But the vampires had come again. Not out in the open, as they had the night his parents had died, but sneakily, ambushing all three of the Lan leaders in different locations. His Uncle Qiren had been out on a hunt, Xichen returning from a meeting, and he had been on his way back from school. The alarm had gone up, but before he could respond strong hands had forced a sweet-smelling sack over his head, and he'd fallen into darkness.

Only to wake up caged, naked, thirsty, and certain of the fact that the rest of his family was dead. His pack-link no longer existed. If either of them had survived, he would have felt them. Now the pack was leaderless, and he was alone. In a cage. On a loading dock.

It was no place he recognized, but he could guess where he was - an underworld auction house. Wolves weren't trafficked like fairies or even vampires, but lone wolves, especially omegas could fetch a high price. Alpha wolves were too hard to control; sometimes the vampires captured them and hunted them for sport. As he had not yet presented his subgender, he assumed he'd be kept locked up - and then shot when he turned out to be an alpha.

But instead of being taken inside, men came, threw a tarp over his cage, and loaded it onto a vehicle. Perhaps they weren't going to wait to shoot him.

The ride went on forever, with the road eventually turning bumpy and steep. He didn't think they'd need to go to such lengths to hide one wolf carcass.

Was it possible... he'd been sold?

***

The first thing he noticed when the doors opened was that it was much colder than it had been in Gusu. He couldn't see anything for the tarp, but the air felt thinner in his lungs. Which made sense. They seemed to have been going uphill for hours.

What was uphill from Gusu? He wasn't sure. He sniffed, but couldn't pick up anything other than the human handlers who were once again moving his cage.

They put it on the ground and left, seemingly in quite a rush. As they scurried back to their truck, he heard one of them say "vampires."

The blood in his veins ran even colder than the early morning air. Delivered to vampires? He was as good as dead. Fury rose alongside his fear, and he vowed to take one with him into hell.

***

Wen Qing nodded to her brother to remove the tarp, and Wen Ning stood on the other side of the cage and did as instructed.

Inside, a dirty, frightened, angry young wolf glared out at her, but the knowledge of all he had been through and all he had yet to face made her look back at him with pity.

His expression went from anger to bewilderment after he sniffed the air. "You're not vampire," he said.

"No." She beckoned to her brother. "I'm Wen Qing. This is my brother, Wen Ning."

"Where am I?"

She took a deep breath. "You are safe."

Wen Ning opened the cage door and draped a coat over the young man's lean frame.

"What's your name?" she asked as Lan Yibo stood and stretched. She knew his name, of course. But he wasn't to know that.

"Yibo." He pulled the coat tight enough to be decent. "Where are we?"

"You've been purchased by the Yiling Patriarch."

She saw him gape and then shiver. That was good, she thought. He needed to be afraid.