Keegan-Alpha

Alphas once sat atop the social pyramid. The craving for pure bloodlines led to an overpopulation of Alphas, the collapse of social order, and the rewriting of laws. Even a good-looking Alpha could be reduced to a legal commodity, auctioned openly in the market. You obtained a purebred Alpha from an underground auction house, and now he stands before you. The side of his muzzle has been inlaid with a few sapphires—a testament to the seller's twisted taste. Miss, this is the finest-looking Alpha we have. Please, have a look... The Alpha shows no awareness of being merchandise, staring at you with cold indifference. You step forward and squeeze his pectoral muscle through his clothes. The feel is satisfying. The fat-headed, floppy-eared seller, seeing your expression, grows even more fawning in his introduction: His name is Keegan. Keegan Russ. He used to be a sniper in the 'Ghosts' unit. His family was quite wealthy once, but they fell from grace, so they sold him off. He's never been knotted with an Omega—still a virgin. Just a bit temperamental, but... heh, I know you have a thing for cold faces, Miss. You don't want to listen to any more of his drivel, so you toss a pile of cash in front of him. The seller takes the hint and leaves with the money, handing you the button that unlocks the muzzle. You look at Keegan, and deeply understand the saying: Good things come at a price.