In this alternative world, werewolves exist, and they are in clans

not packs

. The clans are like towns with large territories and a class hierarchy.

The werewolves of the alpha family lineage are gifted with special powers. The powers differ from one clan to another.

e.g. Clan A alpha lineage can have weather manipulation while Clan B alpha lineage can have shadow weaving

The rankings

Alpha-Beta-Omega

are considered in a high value where alphas are glorified, and omegas are objectified.

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|Isabella's Point Of View|

To be born in a clan, they say, is the best life one could have as a werewolf. As a species that is born to live together and not alone, rogues out there suffer without proper food or clothes or any interactions.

But sometimes I wish I was a rogue.

Not just sometimes. All the time.

They cut my hair short when I turned eighteen. Omegas don't get the luxury of having long hair or any hairstyles. They have rules made just for us. We get toyed around. In the end, the high-end alphas get to choose an omega that they prefer through an auction. Then we belong to them, slave or mistress or concubine. We were told to accept our faith.

"The ceremony starts in a few minutes. Make sure to take the attention of the best alphas. Remember, the Leager clan doesn't have any omega slaves yet. Being their first will benefit you a lot. Calder Clan is the worst to get. However, your black hair is going to benefit you. You know that you are the only black-haired one around here." My mother combs my hair, as she explains.

I look at her and internally roll my eyes. Alpha Keen is the leader of our clan, Mayhem Clan. Being his concubine, my mother conceived me, and I was born as the pack leader's daughter. One daughter, to be specific. He has twelve children, and only two of them get any recognition.

The twelve of us have the power of weather manipulation. Though I don't know what that is or if that power is really there. But Alpha Keen and two of my step-siblings do have that power. I don't know if I really have that.

'I am so excited to meet our alpha.' my wolf, Lyra, comments.

'They won't treat us good. So let's lower our expectations.'

I watch as my mom walks out of the room, and I look out of the window. I know, in fact, everything's going to change from now on.

I walk out of the room when I hear the event bells and quickly join the line of omegas who are ready to walk onto the stage and stand in front of the alphas whose cunning eyes would select us.

So the event is simple, the alphas of every clan join this event where they bring the young omegas of their pack who have completed age eighteen. The omegas gather in one place, and then one by one, they are brought to the stage and auctioned off to the alphas, who bid on them. No money is transferred. This isn't a normal auction.

If two alphas bid on the same omega, other alphas get the upper hand in choosing which alpha should take that omega. The auction is as simple as that. We are mere objects that get picked up by them at the end of the day as a game.

The event officially begins. Number one walks to the stage, and the light dims and makes a spotlight around the omega, who looks down at her feet.

"Number 1. Blond hair, five foot three, blue eyes and no scars on her body." the announcer says. "The bidding starts now."

Murmurs are heard, and two hands go up.

"Calix Clan and Apex Clan." As the announcer says the names, two spotlights appear on the two tables of the clans.

"The voting starts now."

And the votes gather on the shared screen. I watch through the blinds with curious eyes to see what exactly is going on. It's my first time attending this event. As the votes go up one by one, I look around the dark hall. White tables are placed in a pattern with each clan's alpha, beta and two members seated on it. And they have got all kinds of food and beverages. It smells amazing.

'This is exciting.' Lyra gets my attention.

'Is it?'

'Yeah, because we get a chance to be away from our pack members who are the worst!'

'I agree with that. But will we get a good pack?'

'Probably. With the blackness of your hair, we have a chance to.'