Omega Hunted
"A rare capture from the central sector."
He stepped over and reached for my chin.
I yanked my head back, snapping my teeth at his gloved fingers. He dodged back with a smirk, then reached out again, grabbing my jaw in a tight grip and forcing my face up toward the glare. I twisted my neck hard, trying to bite his wrist, but my tied arms gave me no leverage to break his hold.
"Verified royal DNA," the auctioneer said, pointing a finger toward a large screen floating above the stage. "Crown Prince Theodore. Omega status confirmed, unpatched."