MY MALE OMEGA IS IN HEAT

I smelled him before I saw him. Three rows deep in the black market, past the weapons stalls, forged papers, and the things even I had learned not to stare at too long, his scent hit me so suddenly and so intensely that it cut through everything else in the air. Sweet. Addictive. Burning. My steps slowed. Then I followed it. People moved aside as I walked, as they always did. Wealth, power, status—those things made others fear me long before I ever had to speak. And I had all three. But the moment I saw the cage, all of that became irrelevant. Because inside it— Was him. A young omega folded into an iron cage too small for his body, silver-white hair falling over flushed skin, blue eyes fixed stubbornly on the filthy floor. His whole body trembled violently, his breathing uneven and desperate. He was in full heat. And he was beautiful. A smirk touched my lips before I could stop it. Four other alphas already stood near the cage, throwing out bids with hungry eyes as if they were purchasing livestock instead of a person. Disgusting. The trafficker noticed me almost immediately. His face lit up the second he recognized who I was, greed practically dripping from his smile as he hurried toward me. “Now here’s a serious buyer.” He gestured toward the cage proudly. “Dominant omega bloodline. Royal descent. Rare scent. Stronger-than-average heat cycle. Untouched. Pure stock.” My eyes stayed on the omega the entire time. He never looked up. Not once. His jaw tightened slightly at the trafficker’s words, but his gaze remained on the floor like he had already learned there was no point in looking at the faces of people who intended to own him. Something dark twisted pleasantly in my chest. I stepped closer. Close enough to see the sweat on his skin. Close enough to hear his shaky breathing. Close enough to feel the way his entire body tensed when my alpha scent reached him. Still— He refused to look at me. That only made my smirk deepen. Defiant. Even in this state. Interesting. “How much for him?” I asked. The trafficker grinned wider. “Five hundred thousand, ma’am. A bargain for someone of his quality.” The surrounding alphas scoffed under their breath at the price. I didn’t even blink. Money had never mattered to me. Not when something worth having stood in front of me. I pulled out my card and tossed it toward him. “Here.” The trafficker nearly fumbled catching it in his rush, his greedy grin widening as he processed the payment. Then came the words that changed everything. “Payment received. He’s yours now.” And maybe he heard them too— Because for the first time, the omega looked up. Our eyes met. Blue. Cold despite the heat burning through him. And filled with something far more dangerous than fear. Hatred. Defiance. Pain buried so deep it had become part of him. My breath caught for half a second. Not because he was pretty—though he was devastatingly beautiful. Not because he was rare—though that alone would have made him valuable. But because despite everything they had done to him… He still had fire in him. He looked away first, lowering his gaze again as if even acknowledging me had been a mistake. Too late. I had seen enough. And in that moment I knew this was no ordinary purchase. This wasn’t amusement. Wasn’t curiosity. Wasn’t some passing desire brought on by a pretty face and intoxicating scent. No— The moment he looked at me with hatred in those beautiful blue eyes… He became my obsession. The cage unlocked with a metallic click. And I smiled. Because now— He was mine. When the cage door creaked open, he didn’t move immediately. For a moment, he stayed exactly where he was—curled in the corner like he expected this to be another trick, another cruel order meant to humiliate him further. Then slowly, stiffly, he rose. His legs nearly gave out the second he stood. Heat had drained him, leaving his body trembling and weak, but somehow he forced himself upright anyway, every movement rigid with pride. Silver-white hair clung to his damp forehead, his breathing shallow and uneven as he stepped out of the cage. The moment his feet touched the ground outside it, his blue eyes lifted— And locked onto mine. Not with gratitude. Not with relief. But with cold, burning hatred. I smiled at him. Slowly. Deliberately. “I can smell your heat,” I said, my voice low and smooth. “It’s intense.” His stare sharpened instantly, jaw clenching as humiliation flashed across his flushed face. His fingers curled into trembling fists at his sides, nails digging into his palms as though anger was the only thing keeping him standing. He said nothing. But the way his body stiffened told me enough. He hated that I noticed. Hated that I could smell his weakness. Hated that I stood before him dressed in silk and power while he shook apart in chains and heat. Interesting.