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"Who do you think you are, walking around like you own the place?" I was a 6 year old trying to quickly serve the patrons of the VIP lounge. If I didn't return quickly, I would be punished more harshly than usual.
In my hurry I ran into another frequent patron by accident, being knocked down. It seemed I was going to get punished either way.
Here things remained unchanged. I was kept around even as an infant.
Over time I watched the other properties as I was hit and tossed around. Then one day, one of the properties expired. There was no telling what happened to that omega, but she wasn't here anymore, so I had to take her place.
We served until the patrons got bored of one of us and then they would switch us, taking one out of the storage closet and throwing one in. It wasn't hard to fall asleep even with the strong chemical smell, no leg room, and things falling from their balanced places.
It was usually only a couple of hours before we were taken out again for different reasons. Usually once a week we would be loaned out either as payment or purchase. It was important to limit because being pushed too far could lead to a transition in sub genders.
During one of the switches a different man than usual took me out of the storage closet. This was the second time this week. I was not sure what all happened leading up to my transition, but it was nothing good as omega to beta is the hardest transition.
I do remember the transition itself. It was a wave of pain and then the pain was much milder as I sunk from a high headspace of an omega to a lower space of a beta.
The man had stopped what he was doing as soon as he realized I was not reacting anymore and left me for someone else to deal with.
I was sent off the same night. Alphas like the ones in that club do not get enjoyment from betas so there was no use for me.
I lived most of my life as a beta from 7 to 15.
Betas were plentiful which meant they were cheap. Their main purpose was providing an extra pair of hands for things like cleaning or landscaping.
I was usually an outlier being more intelligent and versatile than other properties. My duties ranged anywhere from cooking to organizing paperwork or dancing and singing for entertainment.
I was bought and sold in so many countries becoming fluent in several languages and learning the basics in many others.
I was still often punished since people thought it was fun. Eventually I had to take precautions to lessen the pain or otherwise I would go crazy.
Anytime I could get my hands on a sharp object I would cut my hair as short as I could. It was bushy, curly, and thick so it was always getting grabbed. After cutting my hair I would hide the weapon and any others I’d come across. And then one of the oldest tricks amongst us properties wearing any extra scraps of fabric to add any amount of padding.
Of course, I got punished anytime I was caught doing these things, but an occasional brutal punishment was better than a frequent one.
My transition from beta to alpha was unexpected to the buyer I was with. I was eventually just beaten so bad that a transition was forced. Punishment after punishment without time to heal.
By the time I woke up I was on a stage being auctioned for an exuberant amount of money. My description saying "A soon to be top class True Alpha with a little training, or money back guaranteed."
I was bought by a man who used me for a few different things. A fighter in underground rings, a middleman for dirty work whether it be transactions or business deals, and what they called a pusher for drugs.
I was trained harshly for the first few months, but being this newly developed alpha, I gained mass very easily and any fighting techniques I was taught stuck like glue.
I was an aggressive alpha but I had to be. It was the same as when I was an omega I had to be submissive and when I was a beta I had to be obedient.
I was aggressive with the employees who thought beating us, the ones seen as property, was the highlight of their day. It was hard for them to punish me because they needed me in good shape. My wandering of the building couldn't even be limited because I was a sort of security. This caused my position to be odd being regarded as property but almost respected.
My resistance to punishments did not stop at just for myself. I often stood up for the omegas as well. That’s where most of my real punishments came from but they were nowhere near as painful as when I was once a helpless and defenseless omega and beta.
It was difficult for those disturbing alphas to do as they pleased around me so I would get sent out on pointless errands. When I came back by the end of the day a couple of omegas would come to my room and just sit in the corner bandaging each other. I was pretty sure I got sent out so they could punish the omegas as they pleased.
I never really understood emotions, so I never made a move to comfort them or made the extra effort to stay around. They never asked for anything while in my presence, so I figured that was enough for them.
The best way they thought to get me out of the building was to send me to fighting ring competitions that went on for weeks at a time. Once you have been to one of these you have officially seen it all.
I’d sit in a corner of a cell for hours hearing cheers from above. You could hear chains rattling all down the halls. Some of these properties never leave these fighting rings and go insane turning into roughs at least that is what the guards call them down here.
It is very likely for Alphas to turn into roughs here. Another property I had met explained to me how our wolves worked. No one has ever actually transformed into a wolf. We are just calling our sentient conscience an animal that it closely relates to which are wolves and those are now extinct. We have lifelong partners and form groups with those partners like wolves once did.
Our sentient consciences have no control of moving our bodies it only tells our bodies how to react to certain people and situations. Some people hear a voice others have a thought to be stronger connection where they do not hear a voice, but instead the conscience communicates by intervening in their speech or actions which means the conscience is in some kind of contact with the soul. Of those two the latter is harder to control because the wolf cannot just say what their intentions are.
I don’t have either that I know of it feels like my person or soul I guess is one with my sentient conscience. I’m able to rationalize situations rapidly without interference or a presence in my head.
With all of us properties being in close quarters down here everyone's wolves are close to the forefront of their mind for extended periods of time and this mixed with extreme stress and exhaustion can cause our minds to be taken over by our conscience which results in animal like behavior.
Apparently, the only solution would be to turn that now rough over to their partner but that never happens they just send them out for more fights until they lose.
I’ve been to at least 5 of these. They are kind of hard to count because you’re here for such long periods of time for each one that you can’t remember what took place at which ring.
For all of the fights I have been in every one of them is to the death.
A fight is only declared won after the ring master confirms the death of a fighter. If an unconscious fighter still has a pulse the opponent has to end the other fighter's life whether that be by snapping their neck or strangling most of the time the audience boos you for the anticlimactic finish but it’s hard to care with adrenaline and running on empty.
A lot of the fighters I have been against were roughs I don't even know how many of them I have put out of their misery. They always have a moment of clarity before their death and that is the only time I hear gratitude from anyone.
Becoming a rough is a guaranteed death for an alpha so it isn't unlikely to hear a thank you in your opponent's native language. If the alphas don't die in a fight within a couple of weeks some of them just beat their head into the wall until they die, it’s happened in my cell a few times.
I was only property for two years before I was taken into a police station after a bust at the fighting ring I was at. It was my day of rest after 3 days of fighting when the bust happened. I was in one of the cells, so the police took us in as victims and the audience members they were able to catch were detained. We were separated based on if we were injured after being checked by EMT's. I was the last one and put in a car to be taken to a police station.
The investigators asked me a few questions and agreed to help the omegas in the house I came from immediately.
Since I didn't know the address the investigators asked me if I could direct them to the house I was in.
Leaving, there was quite a bit of hustle and bustle with all the people from the ring and the many investigators.
The fighters were scattered everywhere but mostly silent scarfing down the available food, but the tons of investigators dealing with everything were running around.
Walking out I was at my full height finally seeing the daytime after a week.
"You're a big fella."
"Yeah." I still wasn't much for speaking but I had to speak when spoken to. I was tall and muscular towering over the people around me, he was just stating facts so yeah, he was correct. They put me in the front seat and drove until I was able to give them directions.
The house was not in the same state as when I left, all the doors were opened, some windows on the top floor were broken, it was a wreck.
There were some items strewn across the ground at the front like they made quick work of moving. It had only been about 5 hours, so they seemed to have succeeded.
As other investigators and police started to show up I was told to wait as they cleared the house.
One of the investigators came back out heading towards me and I went ahead and stepped out.
"We've got quite a few omegas in a basement area. Some of them seem to be injured but they start freaking out when we even try to get the door opened do you think you can help?"
"I can try." I entered the house it looked worse on the inside.
I walked through with confidence that showed I was in my element as they tried to keep up with my long strides.
My aura was getting a little out of hand as it started to set in that my nightmare was coming to an end. I heard a few stuttered steps and people jumped out of my way like I was going to run them over.
The basement was my least favorite, but I still knew the layout of this miserable expansive area. I hit the light switch on the wall casting a dim light. The keys should have been close by on the wall, but they weren't there, so I started looking for the cell. I didn't have to go far because they were in a cell close to the front. Coming to the door the omegas started crying. There were only 3 I didn't recognize of the 15.
"Cover your ears." Not all of them moved so I said it in a couple of languages and they started helping each other. I almost forgot about the investigators as I picked up a crowbar. I was ready to leave and I'm sure the omegas were as well.
"Please stand back." I said as I lifted the crowbar and started swinging at the lock as hard as I could. I've done this to a couple of the doors down here, the best way to go was to hit it from the top several times and then from the side so you can pry open the metal. Right as I popped the door and yanked it open the rest of the way I heard.
"I found a key."
"Your about 30 seconds to late." There was plenty of help to get the omegas out and treated.
I'm sure like me everyone was given options to help move us back into society. It was recommended for me to go to a military boarding school as it would be less stress for me as an alpha. So that is where I was heading.