Chapter 5: Sold to the Twin Alphas

Third Person POV 

Slowly, Klein pried his eyes open, roused by the sound of voices and movement echoing around the room.

"F-fuck..." he muttered, the taste of iron still lingering in his mouth.

He tried to sit up, but pain shot through his body, forcing him to grit his teeth. As the memories of what happened came rushing back, his gaze landed on Sandro sitting in the corner of the small room.

Sandro was crying quietly.

Then Klein noticed what he was wearing, the clothes from the dark red box.

"Sandro," Klein called hoarsely.

Sandro looked at him briefly before lowering his head. "If you hadn't tried to help me... you wouldn't be here." He said instead .

Klein frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"We're going to the auction. All of us. Including you."

His eyes widened. Looking down at himself, he finally noticed his own outfit. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!" he roared.

Before he could react further, the door swung open and two guards entered.

"It's time to go."

One guard chained Sandro's wrists while another approached Klein.

"Get up."

"Fuck you. I'm not going anywhere."

The guard's patience immediately vanished. Moments later, Klein was dragged out of the room with the others despite his struggles.

The closer they got to the auction hall, the louder the crowd became.

"Let me go!" Klein shouted.

"Stop it, Klein," Sandro said quietly. "You'll only hurt yourself."

"What? Just let them do whatever they want to us?"

"There's nothing more we can do, Klein. We are now here," Sandro said, and his words silenced Klein.

Deep down, he knew Sandro was right. What more could they do now that they were already at the auction?

Soon, Sandro was shoved into a small metal cage.

Before the cover was pulled over it, he glanced at Klein. "I'm sorry," he said, a small smile touching his lips, but sadness and fear still lingered in his eyes.

"What are you waiting for?" a guard snapped at Klein.

"FUCK YOU!"

The guard raised his foot to kick him, but someone stopped him. "Don't," the man said, making Klein glance at him. "He's been selected for the VIP section."

Before Klein could demand an explanation for what they were talking about, he was forced into another cage. Thick golden fabric covered it, plunging him into darkness.

"Klein..." Sandro's trembling voice reached him through the darkness. "I'm... scared."

When he heard Sandro's shaking voice, something inside Klein felt like it had shattered.

 Images of his sister flashed through his mind. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he gripped the bars tightly.

"It's going to be okay," he said, his voice cracking even though he knew there was no guarantee everything would turn out fine.

He listened to Sandro's quiet sobs as their cages were wheeled toward the stage.

Everything happened quickly after that. The only thing that registered to Klein's mind was hearing how the people down on the floor bid for Sandro.

"FIVE MILLION!"

The crowd erupted. No one dared to top the bid.

"Number 54! SOLD!"

"N-NO!" Klein screamed. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS!" He tried to pull the fabric off his cage to see Sandro, but he couldn't manage it.

"K-Klein..." Sandro called weakly.

"Don't worry! I'll find a way to help you!" he shouted desperately. "DON'T TAKE HIM AWAY!" Klein shouted once more, until he heard the cage moving out. 

"Sandro?" he tried to call, but there was no answer.

Silence.

Then the host's voice boomed through the hall once again.

"Our final Omega for tonight! Let's welcome our very own Rebellious Omega!"

The moment the fabric was pulled away, blinding light flooded over Klein, making him squeeze his eyes shut. When his eyes adjusted and he opened them, hundreds of people were staring at him.

For the first time, fear crawled down his spine.

They weren't looking at him like a person, they were looking at him like prey.

At the far corner of the VIP section, two identical men watched him in silence.

The moment the fabric fell, their eyes locked onto him.

His striking appearance caught their attention immediately. But it wasn't just his beauty, it was the fire in his eyes, the way he glared at everyone around him, the way he openly cursed the host in front of hundreds of Alphas.

A smirk appeared on both of their faces.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

"This Omega is one of a kind!" the host announced. "I'm sure any Alpha would enjoy taming this little rebel!"

"FUCK YOU, BASTARD!" Klein shouted.

The twins' smirks widened at his outburst. They'd been growing bored just moments ago, ready to leave early, but the moment they laid eyes on Klein, they found themselves thoroughly enjoying the show. Every other Omega they'd seen tonight had been crying and begging for mercy, but Klein was different.

And they liked that. It didn't take long before they felt a possessive pull toward him.

The bidding continued, and while they could have ended it immediately, they wanted to watch a little longer, to see how Klein cursed the host and everyone in the hall.

"One hundred million!"

"Two hundred million!"

"FUCK ALL OF YOU!" Klein roared. "I'M NOT SOMETHING YOU CAN BUY!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, trying his best to make himself disappear from their sights. 

"Just fuck yourselves!!". 

The crowd only laughed at him.

Then a cold voice cut through the hall, putting an end to the bidding.

"One billion."

Silence swept over the entire hall instantly. Even Klein, who'd been thrashing inside his cage, fell still at the sound of that heavy, cold voice.

"O-One billion..." the host stammered. "Going once! Going twice! Going thrice!"

No one dared challenge the bid. Of course not, the amount was impossibly high, and everyone knew exactly who had spoken.

"SOLD!"

Guards immediately dragged Klein from the cage.

"GET OFF ME!"

"Finally," one guard sneered. "Someone's willing to deal with your rebellious ass." His words only made Klein angrier.

"You think I'll let whoever bought me take me?! IN HIS FUCKING DREAM—" Klein's shouting stopped abruptly when the Beta spoke up.

"They're waiting."

The two guards nodded and dragged Klein outside immediately. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free.

"Alphas," one of them said respectfully. "The Omega is here."

Once outside, the guards tried to force Klein to his knees, but he refused to kneel down.

"I won't fucking kneel!!" he shouted.

"Don't fucking stubborn, Omega—" the guard's threat died in his throat when they heard that same cold, dangerous voice.

"Stop."

It was just one word, but enough to make them obey immediately.

Klein had been ready to curse whoever had bought him for one billion, but suddenly it felt like the cat had gotten his tongue.

Two men stood before him.

Same face.

Same build.

Same terrifying aura.

The Twin Alphas of the Blackshadow Pack were looking at him like he was fresh meat.

The twins stared down at him with matching smirks. "Let's see how rebellious you are under us," they said in unison, sending a chill down Klein's spine.