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MidReal Story
The Purple Eyed Alpha's Mate
Scenario:Asher a high school bad boy who is an alpha with medium black fluffy hair and purple eyes finds a omega store and buys Kayla a shy omega with long blonde hair and blue eyes. he bought her because his parents said he could finally get a pet for his birthday
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Asher
sarcastic, and caring. His parents finally let him get a pet for his birthday, and he chooses an omega store. Asher is surprised to find Kayla, a shy omega with a rare condition, in the store. Despite her appearance and illness, he feels a strong connection with her. He decides to adopt her, despite potential consequences from his pack and community.
Kayla
timid, and kindhearted. She has a rare skin condition that leaves her skin looking like sandpaper. Kayla is surprised when Asher chooses her from the omega store she works in. Despite her appearance and past experiences, she feels a deep connection with Asher. Her parents work as servants in the city, and she longs for a better life.
I walked into the omega store, and the first thing I noticed was how disgusting the place looked.
I mean, who in their right mind would want to come to a place like this?
The next thing I noticed was how all the omegas in the store looked at me with longing eyes.
Like I would ever want any of them as my pet.
My birthday had finally come around, and after years of asking, my parents had finally agreed to let me get a pet.
I could have chosen any animal I wanted, but I decided to go to an omega store instead.
I mean, what could possibly go wrong with having an omega as a pet?
I took one last look around the store before deciding which omega I would take home.
That's when I saw her.
She was hiding behind one of the shelves, too afraid to even show her face, but what caught my attention was her hair.
It was long and blonde, like none I had ever seen before.
"I'll take that one," I said, pointing to Kayla, who was still hiding behind the shelves.
"Why not? She's hot."
The owner smirked at me.
"Follow me," he said, and I followed him to a wall full of accessories.
My eyes scanned the rows of collars and leashes.
The metal clasps glinted under the fluorescent lights, reminding me that this was really happening.
The owner pulled down a few options, but I was fixated on one set in particular.
It was dark purple, almost black, and it matched my eyes perfectly.
The leather felt smooth and expensive between my fingers.
I heard a small gasp behind me and turned to see the owner returning with Kayla.
He pushed her forward, and she stumbled.
I caught her arm before she fell.
I released her arm, and she straightened up, her eyes fixed on the floor.
I guided her to a nearby bench, keeping my movements slow and deliberate.
She trembled slightly under my touch, but I didn't want to startle her.
I sat her down and positioned her so that she was facing me.
Her blonde hair fell forward, shielding her face from view.
The owner hovered nearby, tapping his foot impatiently as I removed the new collar from its packaging.
My fingers brushed against the skin of her neck as I measured the fit.
I noticed small scars just beneath her hairline, but I didn't ask questions.
I reached for the ends of the collar, and she flinched slightly, but remained still.
The leather felt cool and smooth in my hands as I threaded it through the buckle.
I fastened it securely, knowing there was no turning back now.
I pulled out my wallet while keeping one hand on her shoulder.
The owner's greedy eyes followed my movements as I counted out the bills.
I nodded to my two bodyguards, who were still standing by the door.
Marcus and Derek stepped forward, their faces impassive.
Kayla tensed as they approached, her breath catching in her throat.
I squeezed her shoulder once before letting go.
Marcus helped her to her feet while Derek carried the bag of accessories I had bought.
They guided her through the grimy store towards the exit.
The black SUV waited for us outside, its engine humming softly in the quiet evening air.
I pull out my wallet and count the bills carefully, making sure the greedy store owner can see each one.
The total comes to five thousand - standard price for an omega.
While counting, I keep my other hand on Kayla's shoulder.
She trembles slightly beneath my touch.
The owner snatches the money, thumbing through it twice before nodding.
He shoves a folder of papers at me - medical records, registration, transfer documents.
I sign where indicated, then guide Kayla toward the exit.
She stumbles slightly on her weak legs, but I steady her with a firm grip.
I keep my hand on her back as we approach the waiting SUV.
She trembles through the thin fabric of her dress, but I don't remove my hand.
The evening air is cool against my skin as I reach for the rear door handle.
She hesitates when I gesture for her to enter, her shoulders hunching forward protectively.
I notice her bare feet shuffling on the rough pavement and quickly lift her into the vehicle before she can hurt herself.
She curls into the corner of the leather seat, making herself as small as possible.
The interior light catches the purple collar around her neck as I slide in beside her.