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Chapter 1
The ride was uneventful. Katsuki left his home in the mountains just before noon to make it to Tokyo with enough time to spare. While his phone was going off left and right with his friends wishing him luck, he chose to look out the window and watch the landscape change. He was antsy the entire time, with his knee bouncing or constantly shifting. When he finally looked at the phone halfway through the journey, an article notification popped up: “Katsuki Bakugou unveils new Omega line, met with raving reviews!”
Of course, critics praised his new line. He was Katsuki fucking Bakugou, and he didn’t do anything half-assed. Except maybe his love life, only because he didn’t put the time or effort into it. The only reason he was going to an Alpha Auction was that his mom had been hounding him to go, and it was only so he could finally inherit the business; the board of directors was adamant on it.
He wasn’t too keen on finding a mate. The options, though, were either to pick his own or to have one picked for him. Just the idea of having to be mated to someone he could barely stand to be around didn't sit right with him. When his mom suggested an Alpha Auction, he was strongly against it. The idea of buying a person felt weird. But on the other hand, being stuck with a submissive beta or another omega made him frustrated.
Returning his attention to the changing landscape, he thought about what he was even looking for. While alphas were not necessarily unintelligent, their instincts prioritized protecting their mate and pups, which left them lacking in certain areas. They were larger and bulkier, usually over six feet tall. Being bigger also meant they could easily overpower those around them, so their DNA is in a system for identification if an alpha commits a crime. Their vocal cords were underdeveloped, leaving them only able to make certain sounds, but some learned to write or use sign language, which made communication easier. They excelled at anything physical and had excellent senses at assessing danger.
And even though he might find an Alpha he didn’t mind, it was not a guarantee he would be able to take him home. While the omega thinks they are the ones choosing the reality, it is the alpha who has the choice. If the alpha does not consider it a suitable match, they will reject the omega. Once the alpha approves the pairing, a case worker will conduct a home inspection. They are still living beings, so there is a social service for alphas to ensure they go to proper homes. The home must cater to the alpha’s physical and psychological needs. He knew he would pass the inspection with no problem; it's just a matter of finding the right alpha.
“Sir, would you like to stop for dinner somewhere? We have almost reached the city, and there is still time before the event.” The driver spoke, pulling him from his thoughts.
“Yes, that is fine. Find a place for me.”
“Understood.”
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When he arrived at the venue, the staff directed the driver to an underground garage to avoid the paparazzi. A guard scanned his ID before allowing him into the elevator. Another guard rechecked his ID before letting him through the blacked-out double doors.
Walking through the double doors felt like stepping into another world. Other omegas filled the lobby, mingling as the walls swallowed their loud voices, and the air hung thick with a sickly sweetness. At a glance, Katsuki knew they all came from money, high-profile government families, celebrities, the kind of wealth that showed in posture alone. He was sure he recognized the grandson of a cabinet member, someone he had once designed a gala suit for.
At the far end of the room, another set of massive double doors marked where the alphas gathered. He watched a few people pass through and assumed they could come and go as they pleased. He snagged a glass of champagne from a passing butler and decided to mingle for a while.
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After half an hour of forcing polite smiles and swallowing his irritation, Katsuki reached his limit. He hadn’t come to play nice; that was why he had an assistant. He abandoned his empty champagne flute on a passing tray and walked straight for the doors, stepping through the moment staff pulled them open.
The room sprawled out before him, vast and exposed. Large partitions carved the space into sections, each one containing an alpha. Nothing shielded them from view as omegas drifted past, their eyes free to linger; only the bathroom areas offered privacy, completely sealed off. Each section held a bed, a couch, and carefully chosen personal items, hobbies arranged to keep the alphas occupied, compliant, waiting. Staff prepared the alphas’ meals between displays, carrying out the routine with efficient, disturbing casualness.
Female and male alphas alike, in various stages of undress, continued going about their lives while the omegas looked on at them. Three little plaques, each with a booklet about the alpha that was in front of the living quarters. A beta attendant was standing by each as well. There had to be at least 50 different alphas here, each with omegas gathered around.
He walked around pondering each alpha, but always finding something that he hated about each one. One’s posture looked off, one wasn’t muscular enough, one had weird-looking muscular veins, and there was always something that was a turn-off. Soon, he made it through the entire room without so much as a second glance at any of the alphas. As he turned to leave, an attendant dressed differently from the others stepped into his path.
“Sir, if none of these alphas please you, we do have others on another floor. But I do warn you, they are rented and not bought.” The attendant said.
Katsuki thought about it. Maybe renting an Alpha for a short amount of time instead of buying one would trick the board into leaving him alone. He nodded, and the attendant beckoned him forward, guiding him through a curtain-hidden hallway and into an elevator that carried them up more than one floor. As the door opened, the attendant waved him through and left him alone with another set of intricate gold-inlaid doors.
The atmosphere was different as he walked in. The first thing he noticed was that the rooms were different: bigger than the ones downstairs and farther apart. The second thing was the alphas; they were much bigger and more dominating. They were primes. Katsuki never even crossed paths with a prime before, as they were so rare. There were only 15 or 20 individuals, probably the only ones in Japan, in the room with numerous omegas flitting about.
Mummering and giggling lightly filled the room as the other omegas went from room to room. Some of the alphas showed off, flirting through the glass, while others let their attention wander. Katsuki grabbed another glass of wine and walked to the first room.
This alpha was flirting the most, which was an instant turn-off. Plus, the man’s chest was weirdly structured. Just for humor's sake, he looked at the booklet, and that's when what the attendant said clicked. In this room, he wasn’t renting an alpha for a time period; he was paying for breeding rights. That’s when he tuned into the mummering.
“He looks like he would fuck hard and rough.”
“I wonder if he even knows how to use his dick; he’s working awfully hard to use it, which could be overcompensating.”
“He looks like a good stud.”
“My family only wants me to breed with a sound stud.”
Katsuki walked away. Hearing the others talk about other humans like that made his blood boil. Using someone for just sex and legacy felt wrong. Still, he looked at a few that caught his eye, and all had stud fees. He was about to turn back and leave altogether when another mummering conversation caught his attention.
“Who would want a broken alpha?”
“Just because he has a good body doesn’t mean that he’s worth it.”
“Probably has violent tendencies, I’m not looking to die in my sleep.”
Katsuki turned toward the gathered omegas. A room separated from the others, the side rooms lying empty and silent. An attendant stood by, arms loose behind his back, looking disinterested, probably used to the comments. Katsuki picked up an empty booklet and started reading.
Eijiro Kirishima
Age: 28
Height: 7’1
Buyout (No exceptions)
There was more about his personality and hobbies, but one section stood out: his history, which said only, “Discussion will follow the decision.” The history section should have been about family lineage and childhood, but this one was interesting. He wasn't gonna lie, it did have him intrigued. But nowhere did it list that he was violent. Still, when he looked up, he expected to see the alpha moving around, but no, only a lump under a blanket on the bed in the corner.
Just as he was about to move to leave again, the attendant knocked on the glass, “Come on, Red, stop pouting.”
Katsuki watched as the lump moved and shifted around before something bright red appeared from under the dark sheets. Soon, an arm reached out to brace on the wall as the alpha pulled himself up. Slowly, the blanket fell, revealing a back rippling with muscle. The alpha sat on his calves for a bit before finally standing to his full height. If that wasn’t the biggest motherfucker that Katsuki ever saw, and Katsuki wasn't exactly a small omega.
His sweatpants hung low on his hips, really leaving nothing to the imagination. As he walked to the front, there was a certain confidence in his stride. Katsuki couldn’t take his eyes away from the way the alpha’s abdominal muscles flexed with every step or how his biceps had to be the size of his head as he tied his hair up. But he also just noticed how scar-riddled his body was, the largest running down his hip and disappearing into his pants.
When Katsuki came to from zoning out, he had to look up as the alpha was standing right in front of him. There were mummers from the others, but his focus was solely on the giant in front of him. Something in his blood-red eyes that was wild but calculating. Then, a second later, he was staring directly into a mouthful of razor-sharp teeth. The omegas near him yelped, but Katsuki’s eyes never wavered. He studied the man’s movements, noting the jagged scar across his nose, deep, old, worn raw again and again. Something about it pulled him in. Dark curiosity sparked in his chest about how he got those scars.
A loud rapping on the glass, “Red, woulda stop trying to scare them off,” the attendant scolded.
Kirishima backed off from the glass but kept his eyes on Katsuki. The other omegas had scattered at the sign of aggression. Kirishima was really the only alpha that caught his eye today. There was something in the show of aggression that didn’t feel real, just curious about reactions. One look at the attendant had him bringing him over a cloth.
“Just rub some of your scent on the cloth and place it in the bag,” Was the instruction the attendant gave him.
Katsuki felt those blood-red eyes burning into him the whole time, even as he walked away, finished but aware they hadn’t let him go. Looking at his watch, he saw that there were 30 minutes left before the event ended. The minutes seemed to drag on, but soon certain omegas were being escorted out of the room. Just as his patience had run out and he was starting to head to the door, someone stopped him.
“Mr. Bakugou, the director wishes to speak to you.”
Huffing, Katsuki followed behind the man, taking another elevator to a standard set of doors. Inside was an older omega, with hair that was starting to gray and smile wrinkles.
“Might I offer you a drink, Mr. Bakugou: whiskey, wine, tea, or water?” The director said as Katsuki strode in.
“Just water will be fine, thank you.”
The director placed a glass of water before him. “There is much we need to discuss regarding Mr. Kirishima.”
"I’m sure we do," Katsuki said, picking up the water glass.
"Mr. Kirishima has more of a story than you might think.” The director said, sitting across from him. “I’m sure you saw that his history was blank and there was a buyout fee instead of a stud fee.” Katsuki nodded while waiting for the director to continue. “I have been given permission from Mr. Kirishima to share his story because this is not a decision to make recklessly. And considering you are the only one Mr. Kirishima has chosen in the few weeks he has been here, I have my hopes.”
The fact that the director was treating the alpha like another human was a good thing in Katuski’s book.
The director shifted in his seat, “As you know, Mr. Kirishima is a Prime, and that in itself comes with some obstacles. While being born as a prime seems random, he was bred specifically for the underground fighting ring.”