REN
I knew my place.
The position imposed on me at birth in this hierarchical hell.
An omega.
Not just any omega, a Z-Gen omega.
The bottom of the hierarchy, the runt of the litter, the worthless afterthought.
To my family, I was filth— To be discarded and hidden from society.
To society, I was nothing but property. To be owned . For the wealthy to prance around.
A human, declared lower than animals.
Without a voice in this world. Without rights.
My life was my curse. Maybe it was my punishment for swapping my life with my mother's.
For leaving my father without his other half, my siblings without a mothers love.
But what was a baby's fault in all this?
To remain undetected, I learnt how to be cunning and clever.
For my own sanity, I learnt how to survive.
Anything for my freedom.
Anything to change my fate.
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The air in the lounge was thick, heavy with the scent of countless hungry Alphas. One wrong move, one glance too sharp, and I'd be remembered for all the wrong reasons.
As usual, I was the most requested companion for the night.
'The lavender-scented A-Gen Omega.'
I settled onto the lap of my client, an A-Gen M-Alpha, legs wrapped around his waist in the dark VIP room. LED lights lined the corners of the walls, casting faint glows over his tense frame.
He was only a few years older than me. Exactly how I preferred them.
I smirked as his grip tightened on the back of my neck, eyes glazing over hungrily while my hands slowly traced his shirt. Heat rolled between us like wildfire, and I reveled in the control I held.
A flick of his nipple, a brush against his hardened length—he jerked under my touch. I leaned back just enough to watch him struggle, his hands tightening around me.
"Ahhh, Ren," he breathed, ragged and raw.
I let my gaze lock with his, teasing, testing. He tried to take control, lunging for a kiss, but I pulled back firmly. He growled low and frustrated, inhaling my scent at my neck where my lacy locket choker rested.
"Let me sniff you at least, Ren. Your scent is intoxicating."
I hummed softly, grinding just enough to keep him on edge, my mind sharp. Only a few seconds remained on the hourglass in the corner.
I controlled the pace, timing, and every motion, ensuring no one could suspect who I truly was. One slip, one mark left visible—exposure meant everything.
He brought his hand to my face, softly caressing my cheek, then carefully, he moved his face to rest his forehead against mine, his eyes shut close and his warm heavy breaths fanning my face, a mixture of expensive alcohol and tobacco as he brought his voice down to something between a whisper and a low growl.
"I love you Ren."
"I love you too."
Rule number one of working in this establishment, tell the customers whatever they wanted to hear.
The last of the glowing grains fell in the hourglass, and I lifted myself off him, fixing my uniform — A tight lacy tank top and a pair of black lacy shorts.
I shut the door quietly behind me.
My job was done. Give them what they came for… Pleasure.
I poked my head through the employee washroom door, making sure it was empty before I entered.
My eyes widened at the image in the mirror. Crimson red hand prints around my neck, teeth marks, as well as aggressive looking dots.
Fuck! I groaned as I scrambled for the makeup kit in my secret compartment.
I rolled my eyes at the amount of concealer it was going to take.
Grabbing an applicator foam, I squeezed a generous amount of the light colored fluid, dabbing it on my neck with expertise.
I hated it when clients went above turtleneck level. Once I was done I smiled at the result.
Good as new.
My hand went around my neck.
Specifically, the lace strap of the locket choker centered on my Adam's apple.
Grabbing a hold of my locket, I opened it a little. Just a peak . My fingers grazed it's content— a single braid of soft silky black hair
I inhaled.
It's lavender scent invaded my nostrils. I took out the braid, squeezing it in my palm. I closed my eyes as the essence seeped through my skin, running through my bloodstream . Soon, the scent engulfed me.
I brought my nose to my shoulder, taking a whiff. Smirking at how enhanced the scent had gotten.
I dabbed a little gloss on my lips and fixed the mass of haphazardly strewn strands on top of my head.
"Stupid alphas and their lack of control."
From the back pocket of my shorts I pulled out a little transparent plastic bag. Raising it up to shake its content—strands of hair with their roots still attached.
My eyes darted a few times to make sure no one was coming, before shoving the plastic bag into my tote bag in the secret compartment.
Two down, one more to go.
I gazed at my image in the mirror.
White hair, falling in curls around my face, purple contacts. Black lacy eye mask for a mysterious, yet seductive charm.
The black transparent tank top, which stopped a little above my waist, complimented my creamy skin tone and accentuated my slender muscles in a way that showed too little and too much at the same time.
Most importantly, my locket chocker clung securely to my neck, right on top of my Adam's apple.
With one last satisfied smirk, I exited the washroom, heading to the break room for a short relaxation before my next client.
As soon as I entered the main lounge, the air changed as the alphas followed the lavender scent to its owner—Me. Their hungry eyes followed my every move.
As practiced, I switched, putting on my innocent mask. Widened eyes, head bent—low enough to show submission, high enough that my face was visible—, bottom lip pulled into a little delicate pout.
'Alphas like fragile, soft, delicate. And that's what I'll give them.'
"Ren, darling!" My ears perked up at the sound of my name. Miss Jia Li my manager, an A-Gen F-Alpha in her forties ushered me to her side with a wave of her hand.
As I got close to where she was standing, I noticed the man she was standing with. A D-Gen Alpha who looked to be in his late twenties.
His face was very attractive. Prominent jawline, firm cheekbones and muscles to put art sculptures to shame. I'm sure I would've swooned at his appearance, if I was able to feel attraction like every normal human, especially seeing how hard the buttons on his shirt were trying to stay relevant.
The moment his eyes landed on me, I felt his pheromones begin to vibrate, his glorious dominance on full display.
I made myself look smaller, to make him feel like he had more control than he actually did. Giving a polite nod and slowly raising my head to look at his glazed over eyes beneath my lashes.
"This is Ren our most highly requested companion." Miss Jia Li purred, looking over at me with pride in her eyes. "He's the lavender scented A-Gen M-omega you've heard all about and he doesn't come for cheap. He only takes three clients per night. If you play your cards right, you might just get to be his third client."
The man moved his hand towards me letting out a frustrated huff when Miss Jia Li intercepted. He sent her a look that told me he didn't appreciate the interruption.
"Uh uh uh… Look Sir. Don't touch. Honey, do a spin for him."
I slowly did a seductive 360 turn making sure to bare my neck to give him a peak of the locket choker.
I smirked when he swallowed slowly, his breath coming out shaky.
Suddenly, his hands went around my waist, crashing my back into his hard chest.
My eyes widened in shock, but I was quick to recover. This wasn't my first time dealing with a hungry alpha. Especially one on a high level on the Alpha spectrum as he was.
He brought his nose to my neck, Inhaling my scent.
'Always give them what they want, unless they cross the line.'
I obediently threw my head back to give him more access turning to face my manager with a reprimanding look.
'I'm on break' I mouthed to her.
'Sorry…' She mouthed back, sending me an apologetic look.
She cleared her throat, producing one of her large official smiles. The one she reserved for powerful high paying clients.
"I take it you're impressed?" She chirped.
His hand went higher up my top, teasing the muscles on my stomach.
"Ehem, sir?"
"…" He burried his nose deep in the crook of my neck.
"Sir?" He froze, slowly lifting his head.
In a chilling voice,"Speak to my PA." He replied, before dragging me along into one of the VIP rooms.