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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki
  Character:
      Jensen_Ackles, Jared_Padalecki, Ty_Olsson, Rachel_Miner, Tahmoh_Penikett,
      Samantha_Smith, Colin_Ford, Lee_Rumohr, Felicia_Day, Brock_Kelly, Mark
      Pellegrino, Mark_Sheppard, Alaina_Huffman, Katie_Cassidy, Kathryn_Newton,
      Amanda_Tapping, More_to_come_-_Character
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Werewolves, Alternate
      Universe_-_Werewolves, Kidnapping, Underage_Sex, Bonding, Mating, Age
      Swap, Younger_Jensen_Ackles, Older_Jared_Padalecki, Bottom_Jensen_Ackles,
      Top_Jared_Padalecki
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-06 Updated: 2018-03-23 Chapters: 4/? Words: 11333
****** Attention, Shoppers ******
by jessie_cristo
Summary
                                        
       [https://ic.pics.livejournal.com/jessie_cristo73/76920800/62899/
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Jensen Ackles is a quiet, unassuming 17 year old who just graduated high
school. He’s overweight, gay and a virgin. Three things that should’ve made him
a target for bullies. But Jensen Ackles was so nice that almost everyone in his
tiny town loved him. He was always so helpful and has gone out of his way to
help others on many occasions.
He never thought of himself as anything special and judging by the lack of
romantic interest from others in his life, he figured that even if everyone
liked him as a friend, no one really saw anything more than that in him.
So why in the world would anybody go to the trouble of abducting HIM???
Notes
     For those who are following Fanboy you know that it has been kicking
     my ass for going on 2 years. I refuse to give up on it, but I also
     noticed that when I push myself to continue it, I lose the drive and
     the interest and I end up getting frustrated and angry with it. So,
     with advice from my amazing and overworked beta, cyncitymojo, I've
     decided to stop fighting my muse and just follow it where it leads
     me.
     If it says to give Fanboy a break and work on another fic, then so be
     it.
     So here is another fic I've been sitting on for months, waiting for a
     good time to start it. Couple days ago, I was pulled to it and I've
     been writing like mad ever since. I'm super excited about it and
     can't wait to hear from y'all what you think about it, so far.
     Please continue the kudos and comments if you like it, and I'd still
     love a comment even if you don't like it. I'm a firm believer in one
     learning from their mistakes and I think this applies greatly to
     writing, as well. So, have at me! :D
     I'd like to again mention my amazing friend, beta and adviser. I feel
     guilty always going to her for help, especially since there is a lot
     going on in her life right now. And yet, she never loses her patience
     with me, still gets excited over my stories and always has an
     insightful and intelligent feedback to give even if she can't do the
     beta work. Love you Cyn... and I hope you will always know how lucky
     I ALWAYS feel to have you as a friend. *mwah!*
See the end of the work for more notes
***** TAKEN *****
The last thing Jensen remembers was going outside to hang the laundry on the
clothesline as his mother had asked him to do before she and his dad left to
their weekly poker game at his Uncle Jim’s house down the street.
He’d just stepped out onto the back deck with the heavy basket of bedsheets
when he’d sensed a presence behind him. Before he could turn around he’d felt a
sharp sting to the side of his neck. He remembers dropping the basket and a
sensation of falling and then everything had rapidly gone dark.
He’d awakened in a large van with darkened windows, unable to move his hands
and legs. There were also large, callused hands running up and down his body,
skin on skin.
When one of the hands ran over the ample cheeks of his ass and delved between
to rub against his hole Jensen snapped fully awake and struggled to roll over
and stop the hand from doing whatever the hell it was doing.
“GUH! Wha’ da hell?! Stop!” he garbled out between numb lips and a clumsy
tongue.
“Aw cher, why’d you wake that one? He looked so pretty sleeping there.” An
unfamiliar male voice said to Jensen’s left.
Jensen blinked his eyes rapidly trying to take in his surroundings, his mouth
worked wordlessly as he struggled to understand what was happening until
finally his vision focused and he could see clearly.
He gasped in shock and fear as he took in the large man crouched over him,
staring at him with an amused look on his handsome face. Glancing to where the
voice had come from, he saw another handsome stranger in the passenger seat at
the front of the moving van. That man staring at him appreciatively with bright
blue eyes and a matching amused expression on his also handsome face. “Hi
there, gorgeous.” The man said.
Jensen couldn’t decide if he was having a nightmare or a wild sex dream. Both
men were exactly Jensen’s type. Big and gorgeous.
Being stark naked as he was certainly fit into a wet dream, but having both his
hands and feet tied firmly with what felt like silken lengths of cloth was
definitely something Jensen wasn’t enjoying. Since realizing and accepting that
he was gay just two years ago, Jensen had done the typical online sleuthing of
gay porn and from the moment he’d seen it, he’d known that bondage and BDSM was
not for him. It was one thing to have a stronger, bigger man being a little
rough and demanding in bed, and quite another to be made completely helpless
and to equate pain with pleasure.
Jensen didn’t think those who liked that to be wrong or dirty, he just knew it
wasn’t for him. Sure, he’d never tried it – heck, he’d never tried anything
with anyone. It’s not like bed partners were lining up to be with a pale,
freckled guy who was also about 70lbs overweight. Hardcore stuff was just
something Jensen instinctively knew he wouldn’t enjoy. He’d always just dreamed
of finding a guy who would love him as he was and have really awesome sex with.
He didn’t think that was too much to ask for.
“Wh-what’s going on?” Jensen asked, inwardly cringing at how weak and scared he
sounded.
The man crouched over him smiled at him, Jensen quailing at the shark-like
quality of the smile. The man was staring at Jensen like he was a starved man
and Jensen was a perfectly prepared cut of beef.
He ran one large callused hand up the inside of Jensen’s thigh making him yelp
in shock clamping his legs shut. Unfortunately, that only served to trap the
large hand right where it was. The fingers began squeezing and caressing
Jensen’s pale, soft skin until Jensen’s already reddened cheeks bloomed until
his entire face was a bright red. A near consuming fear making his heart race
and his breathing go erratic.
“Leave him alone, you fucking pervert! He’s just a kid!” shouted a new voice
towards the back of the van.
Jensen’s head whipped about to see two other naked guys also bound as he was.
One was still passed out cold, but a bigger and older one was wide awake and
struggling to break his bonds even as he stared at Jensen’s unwanted admirer,
challengingly.
“Tahmoh, DON’T!” the man in the passenger seat thundered even as the one above
Jensen moved alarmingly fast towards the other bound man and backhanded him.
When the stunned man rebounded off the back doors, the one called ‘Tahmoh’
wrapped his hand around the guy’s throat and then slammed him up into the roof
of the van. Holding him there effortlessly as he snarled up at him.
Without a thought to his safety, Jensen scrambled onto his knees and launched
himself across the space onto his abductor’s back, pounding at his back and the
arm holding Jensen’s would-be rescuer with both bound fists, trying to break
the hold, but to no avail. Nonsensical shouts and orders were also coming from
the front of the van but Jensen couldn’t make out what they were saying; so
concentrated on what was going on in front of him.
“Let him go, you psycho son of a bitch!” Jensen screamed, trying to hit the
back of the man’s head now.
The crazed man whipped his head around to glare at Jensen and Jensen’s mind
blanked as he took in the mouthful of dripping fangs snarling at him. The
monster, because that’s the only word Jensen’s mind could provide to describe
what he was seeing, punched Jensen in the face, splitting his lip and sending
him crashing back onto the floor of the van with a pained cry.
“You better not be damaging the merchandise Penikett, or losing your balls is
going to be the least of your worries!” shouted a woman’s voice, and when
Jensen whipped his head about, he saw a pretty, black-haired woman in the
driver’s seat looking back at him - a dark look coming over her face when he
moved his hand from his mouth and she saw the blood. “Oh, your ass is grass,
Penikett.” She said, even as her eyes darted to the road then back to Jensen,
then back again to the road. “You’re already in trouble for damaging this one,
let that one go you stupid idiot!”
“Tahmoh, let him go now or so help me I will make you!” the man in the
passenger seat growled.
Their words only seemed to enrage the beast even more as he turned back around
to wrap two large hands around the choking prisoner’s neck dragging him closer
to his slavering jaws. Suddenly, the man in the passenger seat was across the
floor of the van in another blur Jensen could barely track and was on the out
of control monster, ripping him off the prisoner. Jensen could see that the
other man also had a mouthful of fangs and all Jensen could think of was to
flee.
Lying flat, he rolled towards the side door he’d only just noticed. He then
rolled onto his back, and then bending his legs at the knee, he kicked against
the right panel with both feet, knowing that even if he opened the left panel
the wind of the vehicle’s passage would only slam it shut again.
“Hey! Stop that!” the woman screeched at him, she began to slow the van, and
when Jensen glanced up at her, she looked undecided. “Ty!” she finally just
shouted.
Ignoring her, Jensen put more power into the second hit and the door popped
open, the wind grabbing it and slamming it fully open.
“TY!!!” the woman screamed louder.
Jensen wiggled furiously to throw himself out of the opening, to hell with what
would be waiting for him outside of it.
Just as he got to his knees and was about to launch himself out, two strong
arms wrapped around him from behind. “And where do you think you’re going,
darlin’?”
“Let me go, you motherfucker!” Jensen shouted, struggling frantically, amazed
at the steel-like vise holding him firm. At 5’11 250 plus pounds, Jensen was
always conscious of how his size could affect others around him and yet the man
holding him didn’t even seem to be exerting himself in any way. The feeling of
being trapped increased, sending Jensen into a full blown panic.
He thrashed wildly as he was pulled back away from the still open door.
“Whooee, the mouth on you. Such ugly words coming out of such a beautiful
mouth.” The man laughed gently into Jensen’s ear. Jensen flinched and stiffened
into stillness when the man planted a gentle kiss to his ear before laying him
gently down on the floor.
Merry, bright blue eyes twinkled down at him as the man crouched over him and
ran a finger softly around the cut in Jensen’s lip. “That was very bad of
Tahmoh to mar such beauty, but don’t worry, love. I made sure he paid for it.
My name is Ty and don’t you worry, I’ll protect you until it is no longer my
job to do so.”
Turning his head slowly, Jensen ignored the confusing words of the blue-eyed
man and looked towards the back of the van and saw that the first abductor was
laid out flat on his back, eyes wide open and blank, neck bent at an awkward
angle. Jensen gasped as he realized the other man –monster- was dead.
Jensen tore his gaze from the frightening sight and looked at the other two
prisoners. The man who’d tried to come to his aid was pressed up against a
corner, his bound hands massaging his neck as he also stared in shock at the
dead body. The boy – Jensen could now see for sure how young he was – was
pressed up against the side wall, his wide, frightened gaze shooting around,
his whole body visibly trembling.
“Wh-what’s going?” he whimpered. “Where am I?”
Ty patted Jensen’s head once then moved over to the young boy, helping him to
sit up properly against the wall. “It’s alright, sweetheart. Tahmoh lost
control and broke the rules. But I dealt with him. He won’t be able to hurt
anyone ever again.”
“Did you HAVE to kill him?” the woman in the driver’s seat called out,
peevishly. “Samantha’s gonna ream our asses for this.”
“Don’t worry about it, Rachel. The fault is all with Tahmoh, and I made sure he
was properly punished. Sam shouldn’t have a problem with it.”
Ty had by then moved from the young boy and was now examining the older
prisoner’s neck. Jensen’s eyes flicked back and forth between Ty and the still
open door, but he knew that he didn’t stand a chance of getting back to it with
his hands and feet tied up as they were and Ty being as abnormally fast as the
dead guy had been.
Jensen could tell that the woman – Rachel – was using the rearview mirror to
see back into the cargo area, her seat creaking as she moved about. “Any
permanent damage?” she asked Ty, worriedly.
The older prisoner was a big, muscled and handsome man with dark hair on his
chest, arms, groin and legs but none on his head. His limp cock and large balls
were both of generous size and if the situation was not what it was, Jensen
would’ve happily added him to his spank bank. The boy was also very good
looking but way too young for Jensen’s tastes. Also, for some reason, Jensen
could feel an urge to protect the kid come over him.
“Hey kid.” He called to the still trembling boy. “I’m Jensen. What’s your
name?”
“C-c-c-colin.” The boy whimpered, still staring fearfully at the body of the
dead abductor.
“Hey, look at me.” Jensen said, firmly. The boy’s wide eyes skittering to him.
“Wh-what’s going on? Where are we?” the boy whimpered.
“I don’t know. But be strong, man. I – I don’t think they want to hurt us.
Other than that dead dick, the other two haven’t done anything, so far.”
“But what do they want with us and that other guy?”
“I don’t know.” Jensen answered, struggling to keep the fear out of his own
voice, trying to show some strength for the kid.
Ty turned from the older prisoner and moved to where Jensen and Colin were
leaning up against the wall. He paused on his way over to force the door
closed, then turned to them.
“No more attempts to jump ship, boys. You would’ve been torn up by the rocky
ground out there, maybe even killed if you’d succeeded. Especially with your
hands and feet bound as they are.” Ty said, in a light scolding tone aimed at
Jensen.
Colin cowered while Jensen stared defiantly up at their abductor.
Ty laughed delightedly, reaching down to gently flick Jensen’s nose. “Oh, you
are such a little spitfire! I’m definitely going to put a bid on you. Doubt I’d
win, but I’m definitely going to try.”
He then turned and regained his seat at the front.
“What is he talking about? What does he mean ‘bid’?” Colin whispered.
Once again, all Jensen could say was: “I don’t know.” Then added. “But whatever
it is, it doesn’t sound good.”
***** INTAKE *****
Chapter Summary
     Jensen and friends get a shocking demonstration and the Weres are put
     on alert that Jared is in the building.
Chapter Notes
     Okay wow... I got a resounding YES to continue this story so here I
     go. You don't know how happy I am that this odd ABO is appealing to
     so many of you! :O
     PS: I am also fitting in time for Fanboy so those waiting for an
     update on that, it's coming.
After what felt like hours more of driving, Jensen stirred from the slight doze
he’d found himself falling into. His body jerking slightly as he came fully
awake. Colin, who’d fallen asleep against his shoulder woke too, grumbling and
then snapping upright as he also felt what had roused Jensen.
They were slowing down and turning onto what felt like a rougher terrain. The
older man at the back of the van groaned as he pushed himself up from the floor
of the van where he’d been sleeping. The van jolted and bounced as the ground
underneath suddenly smoothed out once again.
“We’re here!” Rachel called out. “Oh fuck.” She suddenly said, a note of worry
now in her tone. “Why the fuck are M2 here?”
“Fuck if I know. Whatever it is, it can’t be good.”
“Ya think? Those two think they’re too good for the ‘mundanity’ of
Acquisitions. Why the fuck are they here now?”
“Only one way to find out. Pull up to loading bay 2. It’s the closest to
Infirmary and I need to get the older asset checked. I think Tahmoh damaged his
vocal chords.”
“Fuck! Sam’s gonna be pissed!”
Jensen scrambled to his knees and craned his head to see out the windshield but
could see nothing but concrete everywhere. They seemed to pulling into a large
loading bay. The view changed as Rachel swung the van around nearly sending
Jensen falling to his side, but Colin quickly leaned up against him to keep him
steady.
“Thanks.” Jensen whispered, returning to looking out the windshield.
“What can you see?”
“We’re at some big loading bay. But now all I can see is the way we came in.”
“Can you tell where we are?”
“No. All I see is desert. No houses, no buildings. Just desert.”
“I’m from California. You?” the boy asked.
“Same. San Diego.”
“San Francisco for me.”
“Los Angeles.” Said a deep, raspy voice that made both boys jump.
The older prisoner had worked his way over to them without them noticing.
Jensen stared at the bruising ringing the man’s neck. “Hey. Are you okay? I’m
Jensen and this is Colin.”
“I’m Lee. M’okay. Hurts to talk. You boys okay?”
“Just a cut lip. I’ll be fine.” Jensen answered as Colin just nodded,
nervously.
“Thank you for sticking up for me. Sorry you got hurt.”
“s’okay. Bastard got paid in full.”
They all looked to where, at some point during their journey, Ty had wrapped
the body of the other abductor in canvas and then pushed the body to the side.
“Did you see their teeth?” Colin asked.
Jensen and Lee nodded grimly.
“What are they? They can’t be human.
Before they could say anymore, the van came to a stop and the back doors flew
open even as Ty and Rachel opened their doors and climbed out.
At the front of a small group of people was a tall, beautiful blonde woman. She
had a stony expression as her sharp eyes took in the contents of the van.
“What the hell happened?” she asked, as her gaze landed on the wrapped body.
“Now, Samantha… Sam, don’t blame me but Tahmoh stepped out of line.” Ty said
cajolingly, as he came around the van to stand by her side. “I had no choice
but to put him down.”
“Good.” The woman said. “Any damage to the merchandise?” she asked.
“Cut lip on the big boy. Possible throat damage on the older man.”
“Fuck!”
“I was gonna take him straight to Infirmary.”
“Do it. After the Promenade, take all of them and start processing now. Make
sure Ruthie does all that she can to heal the older one.”
The woman then turned to gesture to the small group of eight – Jensen quickly
counted – waiting behind her. They all wore white coveralls with their names
embroidered on their right breast pocket. They also all wore black rubber
gloves on their hands, that fact making Jensen’s stomach roil with unease.
Jensen’s heartrate picked up as he got a good look at them. Most of them were
women, but all had the same animalistic air to them that Sam, Ty and Rachel
had.
Colin pressed into Jensen, whimpering in fear. Jensen tried to comfort him as
best he could even as Lee got to his knees and tried to shield the two boys
with his body.
“I got this.” Ty murmured to Sam before hopping up into the van.
Holding his hands before him in a placating gesture, Ty stared into Lee’s eyes.
“Easy big guy. There’s no way out of here. We’re just going to take you all on
a little walk and then to be seen by the doc, take care of any injuries and
then take you to the others like you – where we can remove your bonds and all
of you can get some food and proper rest for a couple of hours.”
Jensen didn’t want to believe him, but the sincerity in his eyes was hard to
ignore.
“You can also get some answers there. We can do this the hard way, where those
people with the black gloves will carry you out of here screaming and fighting
or we can avoid any more stress for the boys and do this the easy way, man.” Ty
finished, looking directly at Lee.
Jensen wanted to fight just as Lee was ready to do, but the trembling boy next
to him gave him second thoughts. With the exception of Tahmoh, who had been
swiftly dealt with, none of them had been threatened or hurt, so far. He didn’t
think Colin could handle himself if they chose to fight, so Jensen gave in.
Reaching up with his bound hands, he gripped Lee’s shoulder to get the big
man’s attention.
“If we fight, Colin could get hurt.”
The young boy raised his head, lips trembling even as he fought to control the
tears pouring from his eyes. “No, I can take care of myself! I can fight!”
Lee smiled regretfully at the boy, admiration mixed with resignation in his
eyes. “No boy. Jensen’s right, we can’t risk it. These people aren’t human. I
don’t think even Jensen and I could hold up against them. We go along with them
until we know what’s going on.” Lee then turned to fix Ty with an icy glare.
“We won’t fight you we’ll cooperate but under one condition.” He growled.
“What condition?” asked a swarthy, handsome man standing with the others in
white coveralls and black gloves. The name on his coveralls said HUGO. His gaze
was fixed on Lee with an intensity that, even though it wasn’t directed at him,
made Jensen fidget uneasily.
“We don’t get separated.” Lee addressed the man, steel resolve in his cracked
and raspy voice.
“Done.” The boss lady said, turning to look at her crew in coveralls. “Brock,
you’re in charge of the boy. The rest of you are on escort. Nobody touches them
but staff.” She turned to Rachel and grimaced with displeasure. “When they
clear out the merchandise, take Tahmoh’s body to the morgue and then you and Ty
report to the Main Office for a debriefing. Dismissed!” she barked out and
turned to leave.
A chorus of -yes ma’ams- sounded out even as a young-looking man with the name
‘Brock’ on his chest stepped forward.
“I’ve got the big guy.” Hugo stated, stepping up into the van. Ty stepping to
the side to let him through.
Without another word, Hugo bent and swept Lee into his arms, bridal style. The
big man squeaking in surprise. Hugo then turned and jumped lightly out of the
van, as if Lee weighed nothing.
“I’ve got pretty eyes. Brock take your charge, first.” Ty instructed.
Even as Jensen inwardly bristled at being ‘pretty eyes’, he stared warily at
the young man who’d entered the van after Brock had jumped out and who was now
crouching down to speak softly to Colin.
“Hey there, sweetheart. I’m to take you to your room. I promise no harm will
come to you, okay?”
Colin clung tighter to Jensen, a whimper escaping his tightly pressed,
trembling lips.
“It’s okay, Colin. I don’t think he’ll hurt you. Go with him, I’ll be right
behind you.”
The boy visibly forced himself to move away from Jensen turning toward Brock,
who was smiling encouragingly. He then leaned forward and swept the boy into
his arms in the same fashion that Hugo was cradling Lee outside the van.
Just as Ty stepped forward to collect Jensen, the Boss Lady’s voice rang out
from somewhere else in the loading bay.
“Ty!”
“Yes, ma’am?” Ty answered, stepping to the edge of the cargo space and looking
up and to his left.
“Wear coveralls and gloves. Your scent is already disturbingly strong on the
pretty one, I could smell it from outside the van. Did you shift in front of
them?”
Grimacing in remorse, Ty hastened to explain. “No, ma’am. Just some dental
flashing when I was fighting Tahmoh.”
“If your scent was any stronger on him, some would think you were trying to lay
claim ahead of schedule. I don’t want to be accused of showing favoritism for
my staff. Suit up before touching him again.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Ty answered, even as one of the white-garbed women stepped up and
handed up a folded pair of coveralls with black gloves on top of them.
“Thanks, Alona.”
“No probs, sweety.”
It took mere moments for Ty to don the gear and then turn back to Jensen.
“Are you sure you don’t want more help? I’m not exactly a lightweight.” Jensen
asked, worried about getting dropped at some point.
Ty laughed delightedly. “Oh beautiful boy, you are adorable! I could hold you
up with one arm and not even break a sweat. Don’t worry, I won’t drop you.”
Jensen grit his teeth as Ty swept him up into his arms. Sure enough, he carried
Jensen out of the van as if he were carrying a load of feathers instead of a
tall 200 plus boy.
Annoyed at the freakishly strong man who was still chuckling, Jensen couldn’t
help the snarky comment that rose out of him. “I was just making sure, seeing
as how your vision is already fading, old man.”
“I have the sharp eyes of a wolf. Why would you think my sight is failing?” Ty
asked, honestly perplexed.
“I’m not pretty, and I’m certainly not beautiful. I’m fat, freckled and ugly.”
“Oh baby, who in the hell put that stupid idea in your head? Do you really
believe that?”
“It’s true.”
“I’m sure you’ve noticed by now that I and my friends here aren’t exactly
human, yes?”
Jensen nodded, suddenly feeling fearful again.
“We are Weres. Werewolves to be exact.” Ty said, in a smug tone. "All of our
senses are 10 times sharper than a human's. We're also 10 times stronger. We
can see every physical detail of you, we can smell your intoxicating scent and
when I touched you, your skin was softer than anything I've ever felt before.
Softer than silk, almost."
Jensen goggled disbelievingly up at him. “Y-you’re crazy! You’re all crazy!”
Jensen shouted, his whole body stiffening in Ty’s arms.
Smiling patiently, Ty turned to a small redhead standing nearby, the name
‘Felicia’ on her coveralls. “Fel, darling. Would you mind giving a
demonstration?”
“Not at all.” The redhead chirped, happily.
Stepping into a clear section of the loading bay, the woman quickly removed her
gloves, unzipped her coveralls and stepped naked out of them.
Jensen stiffened even more, averting his eyes from her nudity.
“What the hell is going on?!” Lee thundered, starting to struggle in Hugo’s
arms.
“Watch.” Ty demanded, voice like a whip. Jensen’s eyes snapping back to the
petite woman.
With a loud ripping of skin and cracking bones, the woman’s body seemed to
convulse and then shoot upwards and outwards. In her place now stood a 6 foot
plus monster with reddish fur, bright amber yellow eyes, long pointed teeth in
a large snout. Tall, pointed ears twitched atop her head, her feet and hands
tipped with what looked like long, thick razor sharp claws. Every part of her
covered in fur. Jensen stared in wide-eyed shock as the slim, lightly muscled
creature took a step towards them leaned forward and let out a bloodcurdling
roar.
Jensen and Lee began to scream and shout uncontrollably while Colin fainted
dead away in Brock’s arms.
“Goddammit, Felicia!” Brock shouted in ire as he crouched down to lay Colin in
his lap so that he could use one hand to gently slap at the boy’s cheek, trying
to revive him.
“You were supposed to just give a demonstration not scare the shit outta them!”
Ty thundered at the monster snapping Jensen out of his panicked screams and
shouts. Lee continued to scream, but was now earnestly fighting to break Hugo’s
hold on him. Hugo also had to crouch down to use both hands to soothe the
struggling man, it seemed to be working as he ran his large hands up and down
Lee’s naked back, murmuring something into his ear.
The werewolf looked contrite as she stepped back. Ears laid flat on her head
and a now discernible long tail tucking between her legs. “My bad.” She
rumbled.
Jensen began laughing, a manic edge to it. His mind whirling with all that had
happened to him and all the he’d seen. He began to hyperventilate even as his
laughter got louder, more strident as he felt his mind slipping.
His laughter chopped off as someone gave him a firm, stinging slap to the
cheek.
“Sir! He’s already been damaged!” Jensen could hear Ty protesting, even if his
blurry vision couldn’t quite make him out as Jensen swung his head back to look
up at the man still holding him safely in his arms. He then turned his head
forward just as his vision was clearing and took in the two men standing before
them; both men in matching dark business suits. One much shorter than the other
but just as imposing in demeanor. The taller one with the blue eyes and dirty
blonde hair was closest, so Jensen deduced he must’ve been the one to slap him.
“Couldn’t be helped, Olsson.” Said the blonde, as he smiled thinly down at
Jensen then continued talking to Ty. “He was going into a full-blown panic
attack and his heart was jackrabbiting. Sometimes protecting them also entails
protecting them from themselves and often a good slap can snap a person out of
their panic, as you can now see… he’s stopped thrashing and is looking lucid
again.”
The other guy stepped forward to peer around the first one and gave Jensen a
smarmy grin. “Oh, he is a pretty one. Too bad he’s damaged. Bet Samantha wasn’t
happy about that.” He said in a strong British accent. Jensen could feel Ty’s
huff of annoyance, but the big man kept quiet as the two suits continued to eye
Jensen with obvious interest.
Self-conscious, Jensen covered his groin with his bound hands as he stared back
at them, defiantly.
“A bit of spirit, too.” Suit 1, as Jensen called him in his head, said.
“He should bring a good price.” Said Suit 2.
“Yes, they’ve been through enough today and we were just about to do the
Promenade and then take them to the doc for processing. If that’s okay with
you, sirs.
Suit 1 looked back to the other prisoners, Ty turning to look too, giving
Jensen a chance to check on his new friends.
Lee looked spent and exhausted in Hugo’s arms. His face cradled in the crook of
the dark-skinned man’s neck, his arms and legs hanging loosely, but the
bruising on his neck even more noticeable. Hugo was back on his feet now,
cradling Lee close to him.
Colin was awake again but was also clinging to his attendant, his face hidden
and shoulders quaking with quiet sobs.
“Yes, be sure they are well taken care of. Try to minimize the damage as much
as possible. Jared will still know they’ve been hurt though, he won’t be
pleased.” Suit 1 grimaced.
“Wait, what? Jared is here?!” Ty exclaimed, the others nearby in the bay all
stopping what they were doing to gape in shock at the two suits.
Suit 2 nodded in confirmation. “Why do you think we’re down here? When we heard
he was coming and that there were late additions that had yet to arrive, we had
to come down and see for ourselves what the hold-up was. We heard what you said
about Penikett, the sodding idiot should never have been made a Collector.”
Ty hastened to explain. “When we were sent out to collect this one.” Ty
indicated Jensen with a nod down towards him. “Tahmoh sensed the young boy at a
rest stop, and the big man at a grocery store. We knew where this one would be,
so we had to act on the other two first before we lost them. He was an idiot,
but Tahmoh’s always been good at spotting potentials. He’s just never been on a
collection before and lost control.”
Suit 1 nodded impatiently and waved at them to continue past him. “Yeah, well,
he paid the price and it’ll serve as a message to others looking to be promoted
in the future. Go on up now. It’s well past time for the Promenade, the
customers are getting restless and be warned… Jared may be up there watching
too, by now. So make it good.”
"Give Ruthie my best when you see her." Suit 2 called out to them, making Suit
1 chortle.
"You know she despises you. So much she probably won't even deign to spit on
you, even if you were on fire."
"She's so entertaining when her feathers get ruffled, I cannot help myself."
Ty rolled his eyes at what must be a typical line of conversation between the
two Suits, as he continued on. Jensen, Colin and Lee were whisked out of the
loading bay trailing a line of white-garbed escorts behind them. Jensen
shivered when they pushed through large double doors into a wide, empty
utilitarian hallway. The air was artificially cooled and Jensen could feel the
goosebumps forming as he shivered again.
They picked up speed and Jensen had a second to marvel at how quiet they all
moved despite their speed before they all came to a stop at another set of
swinging double doors. These were much bigger and taller than the other set and
were painted a dark blue color with words printed on them in plain stencil
form.
LUNAR MALL
PUBLIC AREA ENTRANCE B
12’ CLEARANCE
Ty turned to the other two who were holding Colin and Lee until they drew
close.
“Listen up, boys. Your lives changed the moment we picked you up. You can’t
change it and there’s no going back. You were selected and taken for a reason.
It will be explained to you later. But now, your very lives depend on how well
you cooperate and how well you portray yourselves right now.”
Lee and Colin had by then gotten control of themselves and were looking at Ty
with a mixture of fear, anger and confusion. Jensen was pretty sure he had the
same look on his own face.
“We are going to prop you up on our shoulders. You can cover your junk with
your hands, but raise your heads high. Don’t cower, don’t show weakness. The
‘Promenade’ is a huge part of your appeal to the bidders. You MUST make a good
impression.”
“What do you mean bidders?” Lee gritted out. “We’re human beings, not cattle!”
“That will all be explained later, we don’t have time now. We’re already way
behind schedule. Just do as I say and try to look strong without looking like
you’d be a tough case. Can you do that?”
“Fuck you! I’m not gonna make it easier for you to sell us off like pieces of
luggage!” Lee snarled.
“I’m not telling you all this to make it easier for me. I’m giving you this
advice to help keep you alive.”
“Wh-what?” mumbled Colin. “What d-do you mean?”
“Those who don’t get any bids are useless to the Harvest. Useless merchandise
is disposed of and another is brought in as replacement. Believe me, you don’t
wanna be useless. The useless are taken away and never seen again.”
Jensen gulped nervously and when another handler stepped forward to stand
beside Ty to prop up Jensen between them by sitting him on their shoulders,
Jensen didn’t fight them even if he was still in shock at how they made it seem
as if he weighed nothing; handling him so effortlessly. Jensen craned about to
see that Lee and Colin were also being prepared the same way. Lee looked as
dumbfounded as Jensen felt, while Colin was visibly striving to stop himself
from crying and shaking. The poor boy was biting his lip so hard, Jensen feared
he’d draw blood soon.
“Okay, good job boys. We all set back there?” Ty asked, and a murmur of assent
came from behind Jensen as Ty turned back to face the doors.
Ty nodded at the forward guard, who were now pulling collapsible batons from
the pockets of their coveralls and snapping them open.
“Go.” Ty ordered.
The forward guard pushed open the large doors at the same time and Jensen threw
his arms up to shield his face as he was instantly blinded by the brightness
beyond.
***** PROMENADE *****
Chapter Summary
     Jensen, Colin and Lee experience the Promenade and Jensen meets Jared
     - sort of.
“Welcome to Lunar Mall, darlings!” Ty called out, just as a guard stepped from
the ring of protectors and went to each captive and cut off the bonds holding
their feet. Jensen realized they no longer worried about any of them trying to
make a run for it. She left their hands bound, though, so they obviously
weren’t completely letting their guard down.
Unknown to Jensen, he made quite a grand entrance when he was brought through
the doors.
With his feet and calves held by his carriers, butt perched on their shoulders,
Jensen was stretched out perfectly for all to see, and especially when
surprised by the bright lighting he’d thrown his arms up to shield his eyes,
inadvertently exposing his entire body for all to see.
A hushed awe rippled outwards as the gathered Weres, both young and old, fell
quiet when they laid eyes on Jensen.
To a human, Jensen would look like nothing more than a pale, freckled fat guy
being carried about like a pig to slaughter. But to all the Weres gathered for
the Promenade, he presented an entirely different and enticing visual.
What they all generally saw was Jensen’s long, tall body with the cutely bowed
legs. Wide, strong shoulders bound to broaden even more when he grew. The dusky
pink, pert nipples hardened by the cold air. The reddish brown thatch of wiry
hair at his crotch with a soft, yet still respectably sized cock nestled
beautifully in it.
Even with his bulging belly, the rolls of fat along his sides and what looked
to be a very ample, yet high and rounded ass, Jensen was still nothing short of
beautiful to all there. Even the pale alabaster of his skin dotted with
freckles varying in color from a light brown to smatterings of golden flecks
was enchanting to Were eyes. Many found themselves yearning to touch. When he
dropped his arms and they could clearly see his face, Jensen startled when
actual moans and whines of appreciation came from those close enough to see him
clearly.
As Colin and then Lee were revealed, the low murmur of voices rose as
excitement swelled and then overflowed over the last minute additions.
More white-garbed women joined their guard in the cordoned walkway that cut
straight down the large, wide hall of what looked like a standard, small-town
shopping mall to Jensen.
However, as Jensen looked closer, he realized that slight differences actually
made this a mall that was anything but common or standard.
Immediately to his left he saw a shop that touted its superior quality magic-
making ingredients for witches and wizards of all levels. Another shop had cuts
of meat hanging from hooks and apparently it didn’t need any advertising
because there was a line at the door waiting to go in to what already looked
like a busy, old-style butcher’s shop.
Also, another glaring fact that made this mall completely unlike the malls he
was used to, was the fact that there were werewolves walking freely about. All
shapes, sizes and colors. Jensen could now easily spot which were females and
which were males. There was a certain grace to the females and an unconscious
deference to the females most of the males showed. The males’ unusually large
fur-covered sheathes also gave their gender away.
Jensen’s eyes flared when Colin called out from behind, his tone happy and
delighted. “Look, Jensen! There are puppies everywhere!”
Jensen whipped about, trusting Ty and his helper to keep him from falling.
“Col! Don’t call them that. What if they think you’re making a dog joke or
something and you offend one of them?!”
Colin paled slightly, but Brock reached up to pat Colin’s thigh reassuringly.
“It’s quite alright, sweetheart. That is what they are officially called by my
kind. Pups, puppies… it’s perfectly fine.”
“I’m not your sweetheart.” Colin snapped down at Brock, even as he slapped
Brock’s hand away from his thigh, and then went back to cupping and shielding
his groin with his bound hands.
“Not yet.” Jensen heard Brock murmur.
Jensen stared at Brock for a couple seconds, the older man –werewolf- staring
right back with a curious expression on his handsome, yet strangely familiar
face. Jensen then turned back around and noticed that as the hall curved they
were coming to a mid-point where there was a slightly arching ornately made
bridge that connected the upper walkways of the 2 story mall.
At the apex of the bridge where it seemed to widen to make a landing, Jensen
could see two tall figures standing there, watching. The female, Jensen
recognized as Samantha in a formal high-collared grey coat, and despite the
long, wild sable brown tresses on the other figure, Jensen could plainly tell
that one was male. The way he towered over Samantha, the unbelievable broadness
of his shoulders, and his lean shape emphasized perfectly by the high-collared
black coat that was similar to Sam’s.
Even from a far distance, Jensen could feel the power emanating from the
stranger. And despite the thick chestnut hair that fell over his face, Jensen
could feel that the man was staring at him.
Just then, there was a commotion behind them. By the time Jensen tore his gaze
from the stranger on the bridge and turned his body to look behind him, a Were
was on the ground behind Hugo and the person helping him to hold up Lee. The
big man looked shocked and had his hands locked firmly between his thighs.
“You okay?” Jensen called back.
“That… that guy tried to grab me!”
The big, burly man on the ground was twitching and groaning where he lay, his
fangs fully extended. That’s when Jensen realized the batons their guards held
were more than what they seemed.
Sensing his thoughts, Ty reached up to guide Jensen to face forward again as
they continued walking. “Yes, the batons are like cattle prods. They deliver a
strong shock to anyone who steps over the line. No one is allowed to touch you
or the others like you unless they are staff and only in the functioning of
their jobs.
Just then, Jensen noticed further up the sidelines right before the bridge, was
a small group of teenaged boys. All of them were chivvying the youngest one
standing at the front of their group. The boy looked no more than 13 or 14, and
he looked scared out of his wits. But there was a determined light in his eyes,
and Jensen instantly suspected what was about to happen even as the boy darted
under the thick red rope that bordered the path making a dash towards Jensen.
Jensen wasn’t the only one who’d spotted him and as the guard near him stepped
forward, sparking baton rising to ward off the boy, Jensen reacted
instinctively.
“NO!” he shouted “He’s just a child!” lunging forward, forcing Ty and the other
man carrying him to wrap their arms around his waist and upper thighs,
preventing him from falling on his face as Jensen reached out and grabbed the
arm of the baton guard, stopping her from hitting the teen. At almost the same
time, a loud, reverberating roar rang out from above them.
Jensen was now stretched perpendicular to the floor, his body having twisted
until he was facing upwards - body fully exposed. Ty and his assistant keeping
his lower body secure while Jensen balanced his upper body against the baton
guard, her face pale but taking Jensen’s weight easily. Jensen had a death grip
on the arm that held the baton, and he once again marveled at how much stronger
these werewolves were. Meanwhile, the teen he’d tried to save had come to a
stop in front of them, dropping to his knees and whimpering pitifully.
Everyone around Jensen, including the escort and guard dropped to their knees
as the roar from above reverberated throughout the now deadly silent mall.
Jensen’s head whipped up to stare in shock at the strange man with the chestnut
hair where he crouched like a cat – balanced perfectly on the railing of the
bridge right above them – fangs fully extended and looking downright pissed.
His hands were grotesquely large, compared to the rest of his body; and on the
tips of every finger were long, deadly black claws – clenching and releasing as
if eager to rip through whoever had angered him.
Everyone had dropped practically in sync at the stranger’s angry roar, done so
smoothly that Jensen wasn’t jarred from his precarious perch. The big man was
staring down at Jensen with a proprietary air. A possessive hunger shining from
glowing amber eyes that set off a weird tingling sensation deep in Jensen’s
core.
“P-please. He’s just a child.” Jensen repeated, fear making him tremble but
determined to protect the young boy.
After what felt like hours of the stranger staring deep into Jensen’s eyes, the
stranger’s fangs retracted and then he smiled.
Jensen gasped softly at how that small smile took his breath with its beauty.
Dimples formed on either side of soft looking, sensuous lips. A frisson of heat
shot through Jensen, his dick twitched in appreciation and Jensen’s face
bloomed a bright red when the stranger’s eyes flicked down to his groin, having
caught the movement. He looked back at Jensen and the hard, hungry light in his
darkening gaze was even more evident.
“Good maternal instincts.” He said, voice deep and rough as if he rarely spoke.
“Beautiful.”
He then turned his gaze upon the baton guard. “Let the child be and STOP
TOUCHING THE TRIBUTE!” he finished with an angry snarl.
The baton guard hastily dropped her baton and helped Ty and the woman who was
helping him to get Jensen back into position.
She then turned and pulled the boy up by one arm and marched him back under the
rope, letting him run off with his friends.
“Promenade is over. Get them into seclusion with the others, Olsson.” The
stranger commanded.
“Yes, Jared.” Ty said in a clipped tone, repositioning Jensen again in a cradle
hold his assistant stepping away to join the perimeter guard. Hugo and Brock
following suit with their charges.
Jensen looked up one more time at the tall, gorgeous stranger. “Thank you.” He
said, quietly, getting another breathtaking smile in return.
With a command to those around him, Ty took off at a doubled pace. The
presentation, promenade or whatever they called it was now evidently over to
all present, and the crowd began to disperse.
Within seconds, Ty was approaching large doors similar to the blue ones they’d
entered the mall from earlier. Only these were a bright red and painted in
white lettering on both leaves, Jensen could just barely read before the doors
were swept open by the forward guard.
LUNAR MALL OMEGA DORMS
12’ CLEARANCE
RESTRICTED AREA
Jensen and his two new friends were brought into a large, airy two-level room.
The entryway opened into a Rec Room of sorts. There were low, plush chairs,
beanbags and backless couches spread about a thickly carpeted floor.
A huge flat screen TV took up one wall with what looked like every electronic
gadget and game console one can imagine, hooked up to it. There were low tables
scattered about but in the center of the room was a massive L-shaped couch with
a wooden block-like coffee table right across from the television.
Jensen could see a dining room through a large archway, and through another
smaller arch beyond that looked to be a kitchen.
There was a narrow, metal stairway leading up to a second level ringed by
doorways with nameplates on them. Along the balcony that ringed the upper half
of the room stood men wearing dark red hospital scrubs with their names
stitched into the upper left of their shirts. Many of them looked scared, a few
just looked bored or curious.
Before Jensen could get a full look at them, Ty turned towards a double paned
frosted glass doorway on their right. The doors whooshing open automatically
when he stepped up to them. ‘INFIRMARY’ was painted on one panel.
Jensen stared around at the large and modernized room. One side of the room was
set up like a standard hospital ER room with real hospital beds separated by
curtained off sections. The other half looked like some mad scientist’s
laboratory, with two counters covered with so much scientific paraphernalia,
some actually looked in danger of overflowing and falling to the floor. At the
end closest to the doors, there were two desks fully stocked with all the
office type equipment Jensen could imagine.
A petite woman with a strong Scottish accent greeted them and motioned towards
the first three beds. “Och, I was expecting only one more yet you bring me
three, Olsson.” She said, with slight chiding tone.
“We got lucky on the way to collect this one.” Ty said, jostling Jensen
slightly as he spoke.
Lee was settled in the first bed, Colin was put in the second and Jensen was
laid gently in the third. Before anyone could react, Lee jumped off his bed and
pushed back the curtains blocking his view of Colin, then quickly went around
his bed to do the same to the curtain that hid Jensen from their view.
Lee then stepped up to Ty, folding his large arms over his chest, not seeming
to care about his nudity.
“Just wanted to clarify and add on to the conditions. We’ll continue to
cooperate as long as we’re not separated. That includes cutting off our visual
of each other. I won’t let you harm those boys in any way. So do whatever
entails a Processing, but you get permission for each procedure from us,
beforehand.”
Ty rolled his eyes then snatched up a package from a nearby supply cart. He
ripped it open and handed Lee a dark brown bathrobe, the big man immediately
slipping it on, a look of surprised appreciation on his handsome face. The
package also contained a pair of matching comfortable looking bedroom slippers.
He handed them to Hugo, who immediately knelt at Lee’s feet, the big man
confusedly cooperating as Hugo slipped the shoes on his feet.
“The floors are cold in here.” Hugo murmured as he finished and stood back up.
He guided Lee back to his bed and smiled as the big man went willingly. “Don’t
want y’all catching a chill.”
Ty dismissed the rest of the guard before turning to look at the three
captives.
“We’re now going to remove your arm restraints and let the doc check you over.”
Ty said, his voice deep and firm. “Answers will be given soon and better
clothing, too.”
He tossed Brock another robe and slipper pack and took one of them to Jensen,
himself.
He helped the pudgy teen to put on the robe and then the slippers then stepped
back to address them all again.
“This place has guards and patrons spread out all through it. Then there are
perimeter guards outside and guard patrols roaming the land around it. We are
hundreds of miles from the closest town and even if you managed to get past all
the security, the desert would finish you off before you made it to any sort of
help.”
Colin whimpered and cowered in his bed, even as Lee and Jensen glared at him.
“I’m not telling you this to scare you. I just want you to understand the
futility of trying to escape.” Even if Jensen didn’t want to, he could help but
believe him. A feeling of despair and an urge to cry for his Daddy came over
Jensen.
He knew that his parents would be home by now, wondering and worrying about him
and all Jensen could think about was getting back to the safety of their arms
again.
“But why are you doing this to us? What ARE you… people?!” Lee demanded. “My
wife will be going crazy looking for me. I’m sure Colin’s and Jensen’s families
will be, too.”
Colin sank deeper into his bed, the robe overly large on him, seeming to engulf
the small boy.
Ty sighed, the exhale seeming to come from deep inside him. There was a tinge
of regret to his next words.
“You need to accept the fact that you will never see your families again.
Jensen gasped, his breathing getting tight and elevated.
“Olsson!” the redhead said, in an admonishing tone. “Now is not the time to be
upsetting the poor dears.”
“No, Ruthie! They don’t have as much time to acclimate like the others did.
They go out tonight. They need to start getting used to how things are for
them, now. They need to learn fast that the world is a lot more than what they
thought it was and that they are no longer part of the world they came from.”
Ty said forcefully, his blue eyes blazing with conviction.
The doctor frowned in displeasure, but acquiesced after only a minute or two.
“What are ‘omegas’?” Colin asked almost too quietly. But in the dead silence of
the room, his words were heard by all. “I saw it on the door when we were
brought in here.”
Ty grimaced at the young boy then squared his shoulders as if about to take on
an onerous task.
“You are omega. You, Jensen, Lee and the other men you saw in red out there in
the rec room are all Omegas… and you are, or will be, the most precious of our
kind.”
***** PROCESSING *****
Chapter Summary
     Jensen and co. are shown some hospitality and finally get to ask some
     questions and get some answers. Jared drops some info on Samantha
     that has the normally confident and unflappable woman almost on the
     verge of panic.
Jensen was nervous about the medical exam he watched being done to Lee and then
Colin. Two more Weres in scrubs had by then entered the room and were
apparently the doctor’s assistants.
He was worried about what they’d do to him and his friends but as it turned
out, they did nothing more to them than a typical yearly physical exam he’d
gotten from his own family doctor while growing up. Even Lee seemed to relax as
familiar procedures were done on them.
When it came time to draw blood, Jensen tensed up again but the young male
nurse did it quick and with barely any pain.
After that, they were allowed to stand up as Hugo, Brock and Ty came back in to
retrieve them.
“I need your assessment in no more than 3 hours, Ruthie. Can it be done?”
“Boyo, do you know who you’re talking to? Of course it can. We’ll have all
three’s assessments ready in under an hour, see if we don’t.”
“Okay, great. You’re done here, boys. Follow us.” Ty said to Jensen and the
other two.
“Wait, you still haven’t given us any real answers. Why were we taken? What are
you going to do to us and what the hell did you mean about us being omegas?”
Lee butt in, jaw set stubbornly, arms crossing over his chest.
“That’s where you’re going. Just right outside in the Rec Room you saw when we
came in the red doors. That’s where you can ask all your questions and get some
answers.”
The Rec Room was a large sunken oval shape with the base of the metal staircase
at the far end near the entrance to the dining room. Waiting at the other side
of the large oval, directly across from the Infirmary was yet another redhead.
–What was it with the redheads around here?- She was a statuesque beautiful
woman with hair so dark a red it reminded Jensen of the wine his parents
sometimes had at dinner.
Standing at attention to either side of her were four women dressed in the
familiar white jumpsuits. Jensen instantly recognized Felicia as one of them,
but among them were also three young-looking blondes. All of them together made
quite the sight.
The seating and low tables that had been in the center of the room had been
pushed to the sides to make a sort of path to them and Ty took the two steps
down into the sunken area and led Jensen and his friends straight for the
women.
As Jensen, Lee and Colin followed, with Hugo and Brock trailing behind, Jensen
noticed that the ringing balcony above was filling up with onlookers again.
This time he was able to count 6 men. They had seemed like more when he’d seen
them earlier.
“Alaina.” Ty said, with a respectful tone, coming to a stop in front of the new
redhead.
“Olsson.” She replied, with a stiff smile. “What have we here?”
“Turning over the last of the Offers, ma’am.”
“Received. Thank you.” She said, her dark eyes travelling over Jensen, Colin
and Lee, appreciatively. Her gaze settled on Jensen for a few seconds,
curiousity and speculation evident in her expression. Jensen fidgeted
nervously.
“Greetings, gentlemen.” She said. “I am Alaina, Events Manager for the
Bicentennial Omega Run here at the Lunar Mall. These women to my sides will be
in charge of your well-being for the next three days. Any special diets or
medical needs should be shared with them, and they will also be available to
answer any questions and guide you to where you need to be at the appointed
times.”
Jensen frowned as his mind whirled, struggling to take in what she was saying.
She then smiled again and walked around them to leave. Just as the four women
she’d left behind began to step towards the Jensen and his friends, Alaina
paused at the short entry hall, and turned around. “Not you, Felicia. You come
with me.”
The tiny redhead hung her head, shoulders bowed as she nodded and shuffled
quickly after Alaina.
The remaining in white then stepped up. One of them came up to Jensen with a
friendly smile. Her eyes shone with compassion and Jensen couldn’t help but
like her on the spot.
“Hi, I’m Alona and I’ll be showing you the ropes and answering any questions
you might have.”
Jensen nodded dazedly and allowed her to lead him towards the dining room. Lee
and Colin followed escorted by their own white clad blonde.
Jensen watched Ty and the other two men head out the same way they’d come in
and before the doors closed, Jensen saw all three pause to look back, their
usual calm yet stoic expressions replaced by yearning looks so intense Jensen’s
stomach churned with unease. Even if all three men had done nothing to harm
them, the possessive looks in their eyes spoke of things Jensen had no idea how
to express.
After fully entering the dining room Jensen and the others could now see that
there was another set of frosted glass doors in one wall of the room. In bold,
black letters on the left-hand door panel was the words: EXHIBITION HALL.
Jensen didn’t have time to think further on it as Alona and the other two
handlers ushered them to be seated at the table just as servers in beige
jumpsuits walked in with refreshment.
Fifteen minutes after being served a light fare of sandwiches and drinks,
Jensen noticed Colin slumping further and further down in his chair, his eyes
drooping further and further. They snapped open in alarm when Alona stood and
clapped her hands once to get their attention.
“Okay, you three have a room to yourselves as per the agreement between Mr.
Rumohr and our General Manager, Samantha. We brought in a bunk bed and all the
rooms have their own en suite bathrooms. If you’ll follow us, we’ll get you
settled, you can freshen up and then we can answer any questions you might
have. Hopefully we can get this all done in time for you three to get some rest
before tonight’s Opening Ceremony.”
Jensen, Colin and Lee exchanged further looks of confusion but willingly
followed the women out of the dining room and towards the stairs. When they
came out to the Rec Room, two guys were playing pool in the corner farthest
from the seating area, and one guy was spread out on the couch watching
television.
The two at the pool table watched them with curious expressions, but the one on
the couch, an Asian man, shot them a friendly smile before returning his
attention to the television.
Alona and Jensen were in the lead when they reached the upper landing and began
making their way along the metal walkway until they came to a door with all
three of their names embossed on rectangular, red plastic placards slid into
metal brackets meant to hold them.
“They work fast.” Lee mumbled, his handler, her nametag identified her as
Kathryn, smiled in amusement.
“The Beige Suits are very efficient.” She said to Lee.
Alona pressed the lever style door knob and pushed the door open, leading the
way in.
Jensen was surprised to find the room wasn’t a prison cell as he was expecting.
Instead, it was more like a mid-range priced hotel room, done all in beige,
cream and dark wood furniture. There were no windows but there was a large
skylight above that let in the last of the light from the setting sun outside.
The room was wide enough to have one double bed on one side with its own
nightstand, the other side had a sturdy looking dark wood bunkbed with its own
nightstand as well for the bottom bed while bed up top had built-in shelves at
the head of the bed. All three beds had their own wall-mounted, long-necked
adjustable reading lamps.
In the center of the room was a small seating area with a cream colored
loveseat, a small glass topped oval coffee table and two dark brown club chairs
across from the loveseat.
Jensen’s mind was boggling at all the attention to detail that had gone into
the room and if the other men he’d seen all had similar rooms. It was a
testament to how much money had gone into the making of the entire set-up.
Jensen’s heart clenched at the thought that if these ‘people’ went to such
trouble and expense then it wasn’t some random operation. Yes, the entire mall
and the obvious order of command with the staff they’d seen so far, were big
hints as well, but for some reason the understated wealth of this room punched
it home properly in Jensen’s mind.
“Sweet!” Colin eclaimed, snapping Jensen out of his thoughts. Colin seemed to
shrug off his timidity and surprised everyone when he dashed for the bunk bed
calling out ‘dibs on the top bunk!’ as he went, climbing up the ladder bolted
to the wall and throwing himself on the mattress. “Dudes! This bed is awesome!”
Jensen looked at Lee with raised brows, the older male shrugged then went to
check out the single double bed on the left side of the room.
Holding a graceful hand out towards the seating, Kathryn forestalled him and
directed Lee and Jensen to have sit on the loveseat. She looked up and smiled
at Colin who had turned to hang his head off the side of the bed, looking down
at them. “You can just stay up there, squirt. Do you need us to stay, Al?” she
asked, looking at Alona.
“Naw, I can handle it from here. Go check in on the others, will ya?”
“You got it.” She said, as she turned with a flip of her wheaten blonde hair as
she headed for the door. Katie ruffled Colin’s hair as she walked past,
following Kathryn out, closing the door behind her as she went.
Alona glanced up at Colin who was watching her with a serious expression, then
turned to face Lee and Jensen who were perched nervously on the loveseat.
“Ok!” she said with forced cheer. “You had questions, now’s when you can ask
them.”
 
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Samantha Ferris, Lunar Mall General Manager, a Beta of such high ranking in
Were society whose opinion, even if she wasn’t on the Council, was valued and
often sought after by many, walked into the Lunar Mall Security’s communication
room and paused in the doorway as she took in its lone occupant sitting at the
4 tiered bank of video monitors that covered one whole side of the small room.
Samantha had worked hard and for what seemed like countless years to amass the
respect and power that she held. Yet, even she knew the man before her was way
more powerful than she, and the feeling of unease roiling in her gut reminded
her that when it came right down to it, she was still nothing but a mere pup to
the Ancient before her.
The tall, impeccably dressed man seated in an office chair, at the controls for
the cameras that monitored the Lunar Mall and its surrounding areas around the
clock, gave off an air of confidence with an underlying tone of power and
danger even while just sitting and staring at the large flat screen in front of
him.
She wasn’t surprised to see that he had pulled the feed from camera 107 down to
the main monitor and was watching the newcomers asking questions and getting
answers from Alona.
“I see now why Ackles was a priority collection, sir.” She started, without
preamble. “He’s stunning. You have excellent taste.”
Jared leaned back in the chair and turned it to face Sam, one brow quirked
questioningly.
“Yes, I knew the order to collect him came from up top. But I didn’t know how
high up until the perimeter guard radioed in your arrival.”
Jared shrugged noncommittally but still refrained from speaking, which
encouraged Sam to continue.
“Jared… sir, even if he is a magnificent addition, acquiring him so close to
the start of Bidding doesn’t give him much time to acclimate and accept his new
life. He may be a handful, and could right now be plotting an escape.”
Jared turned back to the flatscreen TV which showed the occupants of the room
still talking – only now things looked to be heating up. The big guy, Rumohr
had jumped out of his seat, gesticulating wildly, face reddening as he yelled
at Alona, who’d also jumped to her feet, her body language speaking of trying
to calm and soothe the big, irate man before her. Being human, Rumohr was no
match for Alona but the incongruous sight of his large frame towering over the
slim, petite woman made Sam tilt her head curiously for a couple of seconds.
“I better go check in on them.” She finally said, snapping out of her
bemusement. “Things don’t look to be going well, but first, could you please
answer my question… sir? Why that one boy? Why go to all this trouble for
Jensen Ackles?”
After a couple of seconds, Samantha turned to leave the room, knowing that if
Jared didn’t want to reveal his reasons there was nothing she could do about it
and she’d have to be suicidal to keep pushing.
Just as she pulled open the door, Jared’s deep, steely voice came so quietly
from behind her. So quiet, that if she wasn’t Were she never would’ve heard it.
She paused in the doorway, looking back at the Ancient werewolf who had leaned
in to stare intently at the fight breaking out in Jensen’s room.
“He’s mine.” Jared had said. Sam waited to hear if he’d elaborate and was
rewarded for her patience. “I scented him 5 years ago and I knew he was mine.
But he wasn’t old enough. I could’ve had him brought in at 15, but I wanted him
to at least graduate high school.”
Sam nearly staggered as the implications of what Jared had said registered.
“Are you telling me you’re going to bid for Jensen Ackles? After all this time,
you’re ACTUALLY joining an Omega Run?”
The moment Jared nodded, eyes still fixed to the screen, Samantha whirled
around and rushed out of the room – pulling her radio from her coat, keying it
quickly to the channel reserved for her Assistant General Manager.
“Amanda, come in.”
“Yes, Sam, I’m here. Over”
“Get back to our offices and pull up the employee files. Over.”
“Why? What’s going on? Over.”
“I need you to call in to work every employee still in the region that is on
vacation leave. Call any former staff, too. Promise them double pay if you have
to. After you do that, call Black Hills Mall and ask them if they can send over
as much backup as they can send. Over.”
“Wha-at?!” Amanda practically shouted. “What is going on, Sam? Are we going to
be attacked?” she asked worriedly, so flustered she forgot radio protocol.
“No… worse. We’re gonna get mobbed once word gets out.”
“When what gets out?”
“Ancient Jared Padalecki is joining in on our Omega Run. He says he’s found his
mate and he’ll be bidding for him.”
“Holy shit.” Was the quiet, yet strangely eloquent reply.
Samantha thought the short statement quite appropriate.
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