<span style="font-family:Righteous">The sky was growing dark. There were no clouds in the sky. The moon was absent as well. All that would decorate it tonight were stars, but those could be quite beautiful outside of the city and outside of the areas where street lights were far too bright. That was what it was like on the pack lands. There weren’t any unnecessary lights because they didn’t need them; everyone could see just fine without any extra help and without polluting the night. Anyone who had the time to appreciate it would definitely admit that it was quite beautiful. <br/>
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However, Emmett didn’t really allow many of his pack to actually spend time enjoying the sky after sunset. Very rarely was there a night where Wolves Haven - a club he operated via underground channels - wasn’t open and accepting customers. Whenever it was open and accepting customers, that meant a majority of the women in the pack were required to attend. That was just how it worked. <br/>
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They all knew the laws. They knew what would happen and they knew that <i>technically</i> they had a choice. However, one option gave them food, land to run free on, a roof over their heads and money for clothes. The other option left them as homeless as homeless could be. In the end, it really wasn’t a choice at all. Emmett didn’t see it that way, though. Yes, there were a few situations where he would give someone a night off. It was rare, though, and often, the more they asked, the less they got. Anyone who didn’t show up on time and dressed “appropriately” was exiled from the lands for a month. That was if they failed once. If they failed again, they were never welcome back and if they even tried to return, they were hunted like rats. There were other ways to get punished as well. Any omega who failed to satisfy a customer earned “lessons” from Emmett himself. Then they became a toy for his beta - Alexander for as long as the lessons took to “sink in.” That was a nightmare. <br/>
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“Appropriate” clothing was some form of lingerie. Emmett wasn’t too picky there. <br/>
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It was still a half an hour before the auction would officially begin and Emmett waited in the main room where he watched the customers pour in. Most of them were familiar faces, but some of them were new and he smirked at each of them, knowing that they would all come back for more. Humans were easy prey for him. One particular man stood out in the crowd - a younger man who looked more curious than anything else. Emmett knew almost right away which beauty he would give to that one. <br/>
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All the women knew to meet in the back. Emmett would call them out by name and sell them as customers requested specific things. If he smelled that they were in heat, the price was higher. Then, right in front of everyone, he would inject them if he thought that it would help to suit the customer's needs, and he would set the price before they walked to one of the private rooms, which was theirs until morning if they wanted it. Very rarely did anyone stay all night, but they technically paid for a full night. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:navy"><b>“Well, we might as well get started. Tonight, gentlemen, I have a wide variety of specimen for your enjoyment. Our first sale is Isabella.”</b></span> A woman walked out - in her early 20s - and Emmett promptly smacked her ass and let everyone see it bounce. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:navy"><b>“Who’d like to enjoy her for the night?”</b></span> <br/>
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One man stepped forward and spoke up. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:mediumseagreen"><b>“I’m looking for a woman who will just bend to my will tonight. I think it’d be fun to play around like that.”</b></span> The man licked his lips sadistically at Isabella and Emmett chuckled before he reached out for a small dose of heroin. It would do the trick. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:navy"><b>“Of course.”</b></span> Grabbing her arm, the injection was easy for him and then he roughly pushed her towards the man who walked towards the private rooms with her. <br/>
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It was then that the younger, new man, stepped forwards. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson"><b>“Uhm, is it possible to request one untainted?”</b></span> He wanted a woman who was clean - at least on this night. None of them were <i>completely</i> clean, after all. <br/>
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Emmett’s intense gaze shifted to the new customer. It was actually a highly unusual request and it was also odd for him to ask a question before he called out one of the women and offered them up. However, it was a request that Emmett could entertain and he would be quite amused to see how it played out. Maybe he’d even watch them this time around. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:navy"><b>“Fynn!”</b></span> He called out the youngest omega he had with him that night and she was also the one he’d preassigned to this man in his mind.<br/>
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