Chapter One - Part 1

Trigger Warning: This story contains dark romance, sexual content, and possessive behavior. Reader discretion is advised.

CHARLIE

So …I’m getting sold out today? Again….

I am standing right here in the biggest hall you could ever imagine to have ever seen and I have no idea about who it is I would be getting married to.

Yeah that kind of marriage.

Nothing is new though, because I know very soon, I’ll be getting rejected immediately the person at the end of the bargain gets to know how inexperienced and strong headed I am for an omega this grown.

Seriously I don’t think getting married is the solution to retaining my family’s wealth but my sad sperm donor who is an excuse of a father, wants me to stand in place of my sister who is off on a vacation spree with the current millionaire in town, but for me the one without the pussy to keep a millionaire to be sent off to the family with the highest bidder, in search of a male omega who looks more petite than a female.

All bunch of idiots to be honest, guys that are not pleasant in personality or men that are too old to please the eyes, no offense. And I can’t wait to get this shit over with. The sooner the better.

Just basic rules to follow, Charlie avoid heat suppressants, Charlie make sure you get marked, Charlie carry an heir and then you’re free.

This man says it like he’s the one who’s ass will be getting plowed or end up being tied down to someone you have no feelings for till eternity. I could end up being enslaved and he would not bat an eyelash.

Someone get me a dagger and let me tell him how it’s done, and hell no! on the pain I heard that most omegas go through for the first time of having sex before even getting breached, you get penetrated for the sex before the alpha breaches you and then enters your womb, oh lord none of that! The thought even makes me shudder.

Just as I was battling my feral sexual thought, the soft sound of lifting cut me off.

The doors are opening, yay! My husband to be is here, the highest bidder, so to say.

Here comes the twelfth man that will be leaving me on the altar to cut off my family deals when he gets to know how fucked up, they are.

The man in front of me, walking through the entrance, seems like the type to be a player or a playboy because he doesn’t seem as one who has discipline.

There he is, coming in with almost twenty guards and that does well to prove my point about his playboy attitude. Which makes it very obvious that he is an immature and pompous person. I don’t do well with guys my age, especially the ones who feel entitled to daddy’s money and not their own growth or legacy. I will rather his daddy come for me personally, than the daddy’s boy himself.

Well…. to hell with him, to hell with my excuse of a father, to hell with this marriage in a whole and I don’t know why he keeps eye fucking me as he strides in, which does the quick trick of making me understand his purpose behind sealing this deal with my family.

For the very first time since this marriage quest, I feel very rebellious and see it as my mission to break off this marriage alliance and not the other way round. I am never getting to stay with this motherfucker for the rest of my life, uh-uh, no fucking way. Bitch!

Oh, as hell I am.

I will use everything in my strength and power to end this in any way I can, even if it’s to frustrate him and break this alliance.

After the playboy is settled, I can see him and my father having a conversation between themselves. where I can pick out some words like my father making him understand that I’m an untouched omega. That asshole.

The spark of desire and interest that went through the idiot playboy face was very hard to miss and his interest Warmed my anger to an extent that it went through the roof, because I will not be in an arranged marriage and then be a Sex slave in it or be marked forever to an asshole who is an excuse of an Alpha.

So, I did everything in my power, from frustrating him, to scowling, with the addition of other bad things and yeah…. he didn’t go through with all the steps before he decided it was best for him to leave. Ugh! Finally. If I stand his breathing one more minute, I will likely die of hatred.

And now because I know how pissed my father would be.

He did not even bother setting me up with anyone anymore but instead sent me in a limo parked outside of the hall to get dropped at an unknown place that looks more like an over exaggerated fancy mall with the name (voldov) creepily bold outside of it.

Okay… my dad should not be acquainted with someone of this high caliber. Never.

But then, who the hell am I to judge. When I might be the one spending the night with the person.

At least he is a business man and we can wrap this up faster and in a more composed manner, he’ll understand my plight and purpose. Right?

But on seeing the number of men stationed outside the mall, fear gripped me. Just two of them?