Chapter 1

　　The grand entrance of the nation’s tallest luxury hotel was utter chaos. A long line of high-end vehicles queued up, waiting to enter. Sleek and visibly astronomical in price, the luxury cars bumper-to-bumper resembled a dazzling motor show.

　　Several valets had spilled onto the main avenue, waving glowing signal batons in a desperate bid to direct the traffic. Passersby either paused to gawk at the scene or deliberately averted their eyes, hurrying past.

　　Everyone knew what event was taking place inside, and exactly who was riding inside those luxury cars.

　　The Alpha auction was held twice a year—once in summer, once in winter. An exclusive, highly classified affair where dominant Omegas from the highest tier of society gathered to purchase certified pedigree Alphas, its utter secrecy served only to stoke the public’s rampant curiosity.

　　The auction was fully sanctioned by the state. It was the sole legal market where dominant Omegas, seeking to keep concubines and produce superior offspring, could acquire Alphas. Because the government itself considered expanding the population of dominant traits a policy priority, these aligned interests ensured the auction grew more lavish and sought-after with each passing year.

　　A month prior to the event, the agency would post Alpha profiles on its private website, allowing dominant Omegas to reserve their seats. Because seating for each session was strictly limited, competition for reservations was fierce. Consequently, ticket prices soared, and the final winning bids for the Alphas reached astronomical figures beyond imagination.

　　The exact numbers remained strictly confidential. Ordinary people could only guess at such absurd, obscene sums of wealth.

　　Simply securing a seat at the auction was the ultimate testament of power and prestige. Rumors circulated that insider intelligence on the nation’s economy could only be overheard in these rooms, making this event the epitome of ‘their exclusive world.’

　　Half of the winning bid went to the agency, while the remaining half was awarded to the Alpha. A single successful sale could secure an Alpha an unimaginable fortune and a life of gilded luxury as the pampered lover of an elite. For this reason, most Alphas who entered the agency did so voluntarily, dreaming of upward social mobility.

　　On rare occasions, an Alpha desperate from extreme financial hardship might be coerced or dragged into the agency, but even being accepted into its system was difficult. Passing the internal auditions to appear at this auction was harder still.

　　In the animal kingdom, the creatures tasked with courting and passing on their genes possessed the flashiest plumage and majestic manes. In the human world, the standards were exponentially higher.

　　In this society, an Alpha without beauty was worthless. Striking looks were an absolute prerequisite. When rare traits were coupled with physical perfection, only then was an Alpha deemed worthy to enter the battleground of the auction house.

　　Alphas signed to the agency were meticulously cataloged by height, weight, skin tone, hair color, and eye color, receiving tailored grooming to accentuate their unique appeal. Blond, red, and white hair were perennial favorites. If an Alpha paired those hair colors with red, green, or blue eyes, they were guaranteed to capture the affection of the Omega who wins them, and live in the lap of luxury.

　　Of course, that was only true for as long as that beauty lasted.

　　The heavy doors to the auction hall swung open. Four uniformed attendants pushed back the massive double doors, which were engraved with intricate gold patterns. As the doors parted, dazzling light from crystal chandeliers cascaded across the polished marble floor.

　　The guests had been mingling in the lavish Baroque-style lobby. Attendants dropped the doorstops to reveal the entryways and lined up in precise formation. The elite attendees, sipping champagne and exchanging pleasantries, cast subtle glances toward them. As the opening was signaled, they began filing inside, dripping in haute couture and flaunting their immense wealth.

　　Each ticket allowed entry for the buyer and one companion. Nearly a hundred guests filtered into the venue. The grand hall hummed with chaotic energy as the crowd moved together, murmuring eagerly while searching for their assigned seats.

　　“She hasn’t arrived yet, right?”

　　“I heard she’s breathtakingly stunning.”

　　“Isn’t this her first time attending one of these?”

　　“Rumor has it the battle for the group’s succession is ruthless.”

　　“Money changes everything. Without an heir, she’s bound to get pushed out of the race.”

　　Nearly every guest present spoke of the same woman, scanning their surroundings as if searching for a phantom. They kept glancing toward an empty VIP seat, their attention fixed on the open entryway.

　　“The rumours she might show up made reservations a nightmare. I broke a sweat just getting a ticket.”

　　“I had to pull every string I had just to secure a seat.”

　　“Honestly, is she a bigger draw than the Alphas themselves?”

　　The attendees whispered with sly, knowing smiles, the chatter ceaseless until someone hissed a sharp ‘Shh!’ and instantly silenced the room.

　　Just as the auctioneer stepped onto the elevated stage, the woman everyone had been anticipating strode across the lobby toward the double doors.

　　To quiet the restless room, the auctioneer lightly tapped her microphone, announcing the start of the event. Unfortunately for her, not a single eye was on the stage. Every gaze in the room was captivated by the figure entering the hall.

　　Every inch of her skin was concealed except for her face and hands. She wore a high-necked silver satin gown that hugged her frame up to her throat, her waist cinched with a sharp black belt. The subject of the feverish gossip walked slowly toward her designated seat.

　　Her knuckles were drained white as she gripped a black leather clutch with desperate force, as if holding on for dear life.

　　The woman who had commandeered the room was Yeojin, widely considered the leading candidate to inherit Sacheon Group, one of the nation’s most powerful conglomerates. A captivating enigma whose life, from her birth to her sudden rise as heir apparent, was shrouded in absolute secrecy. Because so little was known about her, Yeojin’s name was whispered wherever dominant Omegas gathered.

　　Yeojin practiced extreme restraint in every facet of her existence, bordering on a manic need for purity. It was unheard of for a dominant Omega. Typically, they were defined by decadence, wealth, indulgence, noise, and undivided attention. Yet here was one who lived like a secluded hermit.

　　She almost never appeared at official events. While most dominant Omegas married in their early twenties, Yeojin was approaching thirty without a single romantic rumor to her name, having bypassed typical marriage expectations entirely.

　　So when news leaked that she was attending an Alpha auction before even taking a partner, it was only natural for the crowd to burn with insatiable curiosity. Hungry for scandal, people speculated, fabricated stories, and spread gossip like wildfire.

　　Rumors swirled that the Chairman of Sacheon Group had issued an ultimatum that she must produce an heir or forfeit the company, but that remained an unverified whisper.

　　“So it’s true what they say. She’s so beautiful her mother Omega keeps her hidden away.”

　　“If she were mine, I’d flaunt her everywhere.”

　　The brief silence broke into hushed chuckles and sly whispers.

　　Yeojin glided forward without showing the slightest ripple of emotion at the murmurs surrounding her. Her icy composure made it abundantly clear why she had earned her reputation as the mysterious recluse.

　　Her silky black hair was long like a flowing tail, swaying seductively. Her porcelain skin offered a stark contrast to her dark tresses, so smooth it almost appeared unearthly. Her large dark eyes and crimson lips seemed meticulously painted by a master artist using fine ink and rouge.

　　She was beauty personified.

　　Stunned by a countenance that transcended words like ‘elegant’ or ‘graceful’, the crowd gradually fell silent. Once Yeojin took her seat, the attendees turned back to their auction catalogs, subsiding into hushed stillness.

　　The grand chandeliers illuminating the hall suddenly went out, leaving only a soft spotlight pinned on the elevated stage. The auctioneer announced the start of the bidding and introduced the first lot: Alpha No. 1.

　　“Height 5 feet 11 inches, weight 154 pounds, natural blond hair, striking blue eyes.”

　　While the auctioneer briefly detailed No. 1’s stats, a golden cage rose onto the stage.

　　The Alpha had no name. Every Alpha presented at auction was designated solely by a number and forbidden from speaking a single word throughout the entire proceeding. Furthermore, because reproductive organs were evaluated just as strictly as facial features, every Alpha was required to stand completely naked and fully exposed until their bidding concluded.

　　Several attendees raised delicate opera glasses to inspect the merchandise. Remote control in hand, the auctioneer approached the cage. Making eye contact with interested buyers, she highlighted No. 1’s physical attributes in a crisp, rehearsed cadence.

　　“And now, let us move to the most critical phase: the genital inspection.”

　　The auctioneer offered a polite, practiced smile. The entire room held its collective breath as the atmosphere ignited with heat. This was the centerpiece of the Alpha auction, the main event everyone had come to see.

　　Watching handpicked, highly attractive Alphas pleasure themselves to entice prospective buyers was a spectacle as costly as any exclusive performance. Even without any intention of buying, many dominant Omegas gladly paid the astronomical entry fee just to witness this scene. It was, in essence, a decadent form of entertainment reserved exclusively for the ruling elite.

　　The auctioneer pressed a button on the remote, which flashed a faint blue light. Inside the cage, Alpha No. 1’s knees instantly buckled as the internal vibrator engaged. Gauging the crowd’s reactions, the auctioneer adjusted the intensity. The Alpha’s limp shaft quickly hardened and swelled erect.

　　The auctioneer read off No. 1’s precise measurements, rotating the cage on its swivel for better viewing. Inside, the Alpha sank to her knees, trembling fingers wrapping around her slick shaft. It was time for the Alpha to perform for her potential owners, to showcase her sexual appeal through seductive, pleading moans.

　　“Thirty thousand dollars!”

　　A buyer shouted the bid hastily before the auctioneer had even opened the floor. Mildly flustered, the auctioneer glanced down at her notes to check the opening bid for No. 1. Fortunately, thirty thousand dollars was the baseline reserve price.

　　“Thirty thousand dollars!” the auctioneer announced with a brisk smile.

　　The blond Alpha stroked her shaft in rapid, needy strokes, her body bucking in an overt display of submission. Soft, styled golden hair fluttered over her brow, her blue eyes blinking in flushed arousal. Natural blonds were always high in demand.

　　Bids began to escalate rapidly. Fifty thousand dollars! Seventy thousand dollars! Eighty thousand dollars! As the price climbed, the auctioneer’s call grew increasingly animated.

　　“One hundred thousand dollars!”

　　“Yes! One hundred thousand dollars! Fierce bidding right out of the gate for our first Alpha!”

　　As the auctioneer called out cheerfully, the Alpha inside the cage let out a shuddering, tearful moan, her hips twitching. Opaque fluid continued to spurt from her thick shaft. A generous ejaculation volume was another prized trait that commanded a premium price tag.

　　The bid jumped to two hundred thousand dollars in a single surge, keeping the auctioneer breathlessly rattling off numbers.

　　“Three hundred thousand dollars!”

　　A sharp voice rang out across the room, dousing the frantic atmosphere in instant silence. Calling out the three hundred thousand dollars figure, the auctioneer gave a respectful nod to the buyer holding up her paddle.

　　“Three hundred thousand dollars. Do I hear any higher bids beyond three hundred thousand dollars?” The auctioneer scanned the room, repeating the call one final time before rapping her wooden gavel twice to seal the deal. Bang! Bang!

　　Her performance finished, the blond Alpha slumped weakly against the bars of the cage, barely standing.

　　“The winning bidder for Lot No. 1 may proceed to the designated suite at her convenience to collect her purchase.”

　　As the auctioneer finished speaking, attendants stepped forward to wheel the cage offstage.

　　The victorious dominant Omega was free to enjoy the rest of the show before retiring to the private suite to claim her property. The rooms set aside for winning buyers were the hotel’s premier luxury suites, inclusive of an overnight stay and full, complimentary access to all hotel amenities. It was all covered by the exorbitant ticket price. Polite applause rippled through the audience to congratulate the winner.

　　Next, Lot No. 2, was a blond Alpha with golden eyes, and was sold for two hundred fifty thousand dollars. Though she possessed a doll-like face, her physique was deemed somewhat lacking compared to No. 1.

　　Lot No. 3, a redhead with heterochromia, fetched four hundred thousand dollars. Heterochromia was rare enough to command a higher price, but her erect shaft lacked presence. Otherwise, she easily would have cleared five hundred thousand dollars.

　　The auction proceeded through Lots No. 4, No. 5, and beyond. Successful bidders quietly slipped away to claim their prizes, while those outbid lost interest and made early exits.

　　By the time the final lot, Alpha No. 13, was announced, more than half the hall had emptied, leaving the once-crowded seating looking embarrassingly sparse, like a smile with missing teeth.

　　Attending her very first auction, Yeojin had not cast a single bid. She hadn’t uttered a word to anyone and remained utterly indifferent to the explicit displays staged on the platform. She sat in motionless composure, head lowered, quietly scanning her catalog.

　　It almost appeared as though she were holding out for a specific Alpha. Either that, or that her presence here was driven by cold compulsion.

　　“Allow me to introduce our final lot of the day: Alpha No. 13.”

　　A heavy cage rolled onto the stage. Collective gasps and disappointed sighs rippled through the remaining audience. The Alpha standing inside had snow-white hair and striking crimson eyes. Unlike the previous lots, she wore a heavy iron collar locked around her throat. Moreover, irregular crimson patches of burn scars mottled her pale skin.

　　“As you know, the combination of white hair and crimson eyes is exceptionally rare.”

　　The auctioneer quickly added that the collar was merely used because the Alpha was painfully skittish and kept hanging her head, assuring the buyers that the collar would not cause any damage to the merchandise.

　　True to her words, Alpha No. 13 looked entirely lost, her darting gaze betraying her anxiety. Alphas incapable of working a crowd rarely commanded high prices, so they were typically withheld from auction or subjected to rigorous training until they developed proper showmanship. It was a miracle she had even made it to the auction block in such a state.

　　Yet the extraordinary rarity of her pedigree had clearly prompted the agency to take a gamble. White hair paired with red eyes was practically legendary among Alphas. Having either trait alone conferred immense value, but Alpha No. 13 possessed both. The agency expected dominant Omegas seeking diverse offspring to bid aggressively on her regardless.

　　“Height 6 feet, weight 156 pounds…”

　　Despite the auctioneer’s pitch, the room remained dead quiet. The severe burn scars marring No. 13’s torso were evidently too jarring for the buyers, severely diminishing her market appeal. Anticipating this, the agency had set a modest starting bid of five thousand dollars, which was the lowest opening price of the entire auction.

　　“As noted in your catalogs, these scars were acquired from a past accident and do not affect her genetic traits in any way. Please focus on the vivid, natural brilliance of her white hair and red eyes.”

　　Reaching for her remote control, the auctioneer stepped up to the edge of the cage. Sensing what was coming, No. 13 glanced at her and shook her head, her breath hitching as her face crumpled in near-tearful dread.

　　That was when a voice cut through the air.

　　“One million dollars.”

　　The room froze. Inside the cage, even the trembling Alpha locked up in sheer shock.

　　Snapping out of her stupor, the auctioneer frantically scanned the room to identify the bidder. Yeojin, who had sat in total silence throughout the entire event, rose from her seat. She strode toward the platform, cutting through the stunned murmurs of the remaining crowd.

　　“One million dollars. Declare the winning bid.”

　　Yeojin tossed her bidding paddle toward the auctioneer. “M-Ma’am… there are still inspection procedures to complete,” she stammered, sweat beading on her brow as she held up the remote control.

　　Yeojin dismissed her with a flick of her wrist, her jaw tight with irritation as she jerked her chin toward the podium gavel. Overwhelmed by her sheer authority, the auctioneer didn’t dare argue further and hurried back to her stand.

　　One million dollars was the highest bid of the day. Such an extraordinary sum had rarely been matched even in past auctions. Beyond that, no buyer would ever pay such a fortune for an Alpha bearing visible scars, whether congenital or acquired.

　　No one in the hall dared to counter her bid. Yet the agitated whispering persisted, simply because the buyer was Yeojin.

　　The auctioneer struck her gavel firmly against the block, declaring the winning bid and officially bringing the day’s auction to a close.

　　Without another word, Yeojin turned on her heel and glided to her seat. Alpha No. 13 widened her crimson eyes, her gaze desperately chasing Yeojin’s receding figure as it blurred in her vision. Though her new Mistress had not cast a single glance back at her, No. 13 could see just how breathtakingly beautiful she was.

　　Thank you…

　　Overwhelmed with gratitude that her new Mistress had spared her from being forced into a public erection and ejaculation before a room full of strangers, No. 13 clutched the iron collar at her throat with trembling hands. Tears welled over her crimson eyes and finally spilled, soaking into the metal collar.