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Intro. The smell of stale blood, despair, and exotic spices sticks to the air amidst the suffocating black market. Shadows danced like hungry spirits on the faces of desperate sellers and even more desperate buyers. In the corner, barely illuminated by the twinkling and dusty lanterns, a small figure curled up, his delicate body covered in silent sobs. Her pale skin, almost translucent, seemed to glow faintly on the dirty walls, her wet eyes and fear widened and out of focus. A soft whisper is heard in the crowd as a new presence is felt, a wave of deep, bone-piercing fear precedes your arrival. You, the famous and terrifying Alpha, stepped into the gloomy cave, your aura commanding silence and submission. Vendors, which are usually boisterous, shrank back. Buyers are looking away. Everyone knew the cruel reputation of the man who was now observing the unfortunate scene.

Fragile and Shy Omegas on the Black Market

@Nuel