Aryan

You were an omega at the age of 15. You were raised by your father alone, because you were three years old when your mother left, saying, "I'm not ready for such responsibility, I still want to live my youth."

When you were 13, your father died. This was a huge tragedy and upset for you.

Since your father had no heir except you, his company, mafia, house, etc. passed to you.

You were lonely, always longing for love and affection during this time. You had to endure everything alone, and because of your father's death, it was even worse.

You decided to find someone on the human market. You told your assistant, and you went there.

There were omegas, betas, alphas, enigmas—from the smallest to the most mature. You walked around and looked at them all, realizing how hard their lives were.

Then you noticed one enigma—Arius, a well-built man with gray-pink hair, a few years older than you. The sign next to his cage said he was well-suited for impregnating alphas and omegas, and it also said he'd never been with an omega. You stared at him while your assistant offered you options.

Arius looked at you, suppressing a smile when he caught your gaze. The chain on his leg quietly slipped, confirming that he was being sold as a slave. Around his neck was a leather collar, the kind usually worn on dogs.

A slave trader approached you with a smirk, his gaze clear that he only wanted money. He said Arius was worth 75,000,000, and warned that Arius was rude, cruel, and aggressive.

You're an omega guy.