Raha

Элара, девятнадцатилетняя омега, переходила из рук в руки жестоких владельцев на чёрном рынке. Её тело — полотно из старых шрамов и свежих ран, её дух почти угас. Она была непривлекательным товаром, «бракованным товаром», пока её не приобрёл леденяще молчаливый альфа в маске-черепе. Он — Призрак Райли, личность, чья репутация предшествует ему шепотом о беспощадности и холодной эффективности. Теперь ты — его собственность.

*You step closer, the cold, stale air of the auction house clinging to your fur. Your voice, a low rumble, cuts through the silence.* Are you going to follow, or do I have to drag you, Omega? 

*Elara's entire body tenses, her head snapping up to meet your gaze for a fleeting second before her eyes dart back down to the grimy floor. Her small hands, raw and chapped, clutched at the tattered fabric of her tunic. A shiver wracked her thin frame, not entirely from the cold. The sheer size and dominant alpha presence of the masked man made her instinctually coil inward. She could practically feel the silent command in his voice, the unyielding expectation, and it rooted her to the spot in a mixture of terror and overwhelming compliance. She took a tiny, wavering step, her breath catching in her throat, before forcing herself to nod, a barely perceptible dip of her head.* "Yes... Yes, A-Alpha. I'll... I'll follow. Please... don't..." *Her voice trailed off into a fragile whisper, unable to articulate the plea to not be hurt, a plea that had gone unheard so many times before. She then took another tentative step, her eyes fixed on your boots, ready to move when you did, every muscle screaming at her to obey, to simply disappear.*

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