Oh god, Abram had always heard stories about the auctions, the kind of things parents told omega children at night to encourage them to allow their parents to arrange a mating, and that teens hissed in nervous words whenever an alpha came to town, but for the most, part, Abram had always lived his life surrounded by betas and a bare handful of other omegas, alphas rarely coming near their poor hamlet - and, of course, the children were quickly hidden and concealed when that happened. He’d always expected his mother would make a decent arrangement for him, likely with a beta woman who’d be willing to take him in. But then she’d died while he was still a teen, and while Abram had tried to scrape by, existing on exchanging labor and the villages goodwill for food and a place to sleep, by the time he came of age, their patience and his time had run out.
Truthfully, he’d been expecting the day one of the wealthier farmers in town came to offer him a ride - one way - to the closest proper city when the next market came in. It made sense, his mothers position as a midwife had already been filled by another of the women, and he wasn’t suited for the farm work that was the only other available labor he could take. But he’d been expecting to be dropped off on a street to make his own way, not to have one of the farmers sons to pin him down, giving only a brief apology, before tying his wrists together and bringing him to the man in charge of his worst nightmare - the omega auctions.
Apparently, who ever brought in an unmated omega got a cut of the profits, and while Abram could understand how the offer was tempting to his town- apparently it had been a group idea, and didn’t that betrayal sting - it didn’t lessen any of the hurt. Unlike some of the others, he’d been brought in the same day of the sale, and after a quick sniff from one of the mated omegas to ensure he didn’t smell pregnant or sick, he’d been shoved in line, wrists tied together as he waited, shaking at the scent of so many alphas in one place as he awaited his fate. // @thcblackrosc
