Chapter 3 Meeting My Owner

• Scarlett POV
• For a Werewolf to get drunk, it has to drink a lot, although Omegas don't usually have the same resistance as an Alpha, except that I did, so no matter how much whiskey I drank, I wasn't going to get drunk, so I filled my glass once more with that amber liquid. All this to try to calm my nerves, after all, I don't know who's going to walk through that door. Or what kind of person has bought me and that's why I'm trying to calm myself down by drinking almost a bottle.
• I looked at my surroundings again. It was a small office, decorated in a medieval style, with dark wood furniture, and gold details. On the floor was a soft carpet in shades of dark red and black. There was a desk, two armchairs, a sofa, and two bookcases. To the left, there was a window adorned with red and black curtains.
• I'm wearing lacy black lingerie under a semi-transparent dress with shades of purple and blue. On my feet, a pair of black high heels complemented the outfit, all at the request of my new owner. My God! Will I ever get used to calling him "Owner"? It's so strange that I can hardly say the word out loud.
• I look out of the window and take a deep breath, part of me wants to run away and forget everything that's happened... I've been through so much to get here, but this desire to run away is natural.
• My heart beats faster and my breathing becomes more labored. I walk over to the window and lean my head against the glass, closing my eyes, and taking a few deep breaths. I need to pull myself together, after all, it was my choice to be here. Now I have to keep going until the end.
• After a while, the door opened and I turned my face to see who was coming in. Now I'm going to meet who bought me, who made the final bid. I took one last deep breath and put my best smile on my lips, trying to appear confident and secure, only instead of two people coming in, there were three.
• Oliver Higgins is the first to enter, his aura and posture have always been somewhat intimidating, but that's what helped me in the auction, he was the man who had made the scene at the time of the sale. He's in charge of the whole process, from assessing the potential buyers, drawing up the contract, and making the visits, and I trust him.
• Two men entered behind Oliver, one with very well-cut black hair, intense caramel eyes, thin lips, and a more square jaw, wearing a perfectly cut gray suit; the other with light brown hair that reached down to his shoulders, dark blue eyes, thicker lips, and a less square jaw, wearing a more casual outfit consisting of dress pants, a black shirt, and black sneakers.
• Two very different men, but their auras are similar. Two Alphas, usually Omegas, bow before such people, but I didn't have that and held my head high, keeping my smile somewhat ironic. I'm scrutinized from top to bottom, these two are seeing if it's really worth the purchase, and it's obvious that I can see the lust in their eyes, but what's most striking is that superior smile. If it were me at any other time, I wouldn't have appeared in front of people like that.
• "Miss 662, what did you think of the amounts you got?" Oliver asked me, as he walked to the edge of the desk and sat down.
• "I wasn't disappointed," I replied simply, still not looking away from the two Alphas in front of me.
• "Good, these are your buyers." Oliver opened his laptop screen and began to complete the contract information for the parties to sign.
• "It will be an honor to serve you." I smiled, bowing briefly.
• "Are you sure you'll make it to the end of the five days?" I heard the brown-haired man ask.
• "And why wouldn't I?" I arched my left eyebrow and kept myself from rolling my eyes.
• "Because you're staring at them, when the contract says you're willing to play the role of sub," Oliver replied.
• I laughed quietly, almost inaudibly.
• "The contract hasn't been signed yet, from the second it is, I'll fulfill my role." I leaned against the window, starting to get a little sleepy already.
• "Anyway, gentlemen, if you're not satisfied, the contract can be terminated at any time," Oliver spoke and soon the sound of the printer was heard.
• The room went quiet and only the sound of papers echoed. In the end, there were three stacks of the contract, a copy for me, a copy for the house, and a copy for the buyers. I took the copy Oliver handed me and started to read the information.
• For security reasons, the personal details of everyone involved had been replaced by code names, but it would still be valid. I read each page carefully, I'm not innocent and I know what is expected of me and what I expect, the part about the fetishes allowed hadn't been changed, and it seemed that my buyers were happy with my conditions.
• Okay, if I was going to give up, this was the moment, from now on I couldn't give up, otherwise I'd lose everything. Did I want to give up? Apparently, my owners weren't unpleasant people, not because of their looks, although looks do count for a lot, but I wasn't an expert in assessing people, but these two didn't seem so bad.
• I took a deep breath and picked up the pen, signing in the indicated places, on all three copies, and the moment the last signature was made, I lowered my gaze and changed my posture. From now on I know what role I have to play. The drama lessons will do some good.
• "Um..." I heard the second man's voice very close to me and then the touch on the left side of my face.
• I keep my gaze down and don't flinch. I notice that the other man turns around and stands behind me, pulls my hair away, and then puts a collar around my neck. I still didn't move, after all, I hadn't been ordered to speak or move.
• I had studied a lot about this world, about what was expected of me. What the posture of a submissive, a slave, or a brat, among other subs positions is like, and in this case, I had just signed a submissive/slave contract, which meant I was at the mercy of their orders.
• "Interesting... Very interesting..."
• For the first time I heard the black-haired man's voice. It has a husky tone, stronger, more intense. I resist the urge to shudder, to turn my head to face him, to smile wryly and tell him that he had underestimated me, but I can't, not yet, not yet.
• "Come on, pet." The brown-haired man said and then pulled his collar forward, and I started walking, looking at the ground.