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Bran opened his eyes before the sun rose. He got out of bed and went over to his window. The vision he saw outside of the window could have taken place hundreds of years earlier. The streets were almost deserted, the only people on them were street vendors that had been out selling their fairs all night and were finally heading home. None of the hustle and bustle of modern day Venice was there. Some people say that Venice had not been effected by the rush for fast food and the loss of the desire to take ones time in, well, anything.
The truth was, even little old Venice now had McDonalds, and other cheap food places. Just most of the people that worked in them did not feel the need to be awake before 5 o'clock in the morning. Bran sighed and leaned out of his window. Their loss.
Carefully and skillfully, Bran swung up from the sill of the window up onto the room of his families apartment. The air was clear and fresh up here, unlike down on the streets. Bran liked it better up above the streets, the shops, and most of all, the people.
He hated the looks that he got when people noticed his small height and stature, immediately pegging him what he was-an male omega. Bran hated those words. His brother, Theon, used them like a curse, like he was some kind of abomination, or a rabid beast to be put down.
And it wasn't just his brother. Most people thought of him as a freak whose only purpose was to breed and have babies. Well, excuse Bran, but he had no intention of doing that at the age of sixteen.
The thing that struck most people was that he was male. After all, they would say, why would God make a MALE omega?
Well, Bran didn't know much about God, except that he had a cruel sense of humor. First, he decided to take both his mother and father from him. Then, he let Sansa marry some blonde man-Bran thought his name was Jaime- and leave him alone with his brother. It wasn't that he wasn't happy for Sansa. Or that Jaime was cruel to her, it was just that Sansa was the only person who would talk Theon down when he was in a bad mood, and now all of his anger came out on Bran. He had the bruises and cuts to prove it. But he could not bring himself to tell Sansa. He couldn't burden her with having to take care of him now that she had just been married.
Two more years, Bran thought, two more years and then I'll be able to go away. Far away. And never see Theon again.
Bran sighed and put his head down on his knees. He knew that it was all a child's dream. He was an omega, there was no way he could find anyway to support himself besides prostitution, and Bran was much to proud to do that.
"Bran? You lazy bastard, where are you?" Bran heard Theon's footsteps outside his door and scampered quickly back inside his room.
"I'm here!" he said, as the door was pushed roughly open.
Theon rolled his eyes at Bran. "Thank you for stating the obvious. Now go make some breakfast." Bran hurried by him into the kitchen. Normally he would have started cooking by the time that Theon got up. He must have lost track of time while he was up on the roof.
Bran spared a glance out the window and noticed that it was still dark out. "Theon, why are you up so early?" he asked, confused.
"None of your business!" Theon snapped and raised his hand like he was going to hit Bran. Bran flinched away, instinctively. Lucky for him someone took that moment as a cue to knock loudly on the door.
Who could be here so early? Bran wondered, peering around towards the door.
"Just... finish cooking breakfast." Theon sounded slightly scared, and Bran tried not to let that make him panic. When omegas got scared they let off a hormone that basically demanded the nearest alpha come and comfort him. Last time that had happened it had been... eventful.
Bran was lucky that his brother was a beta, and therefore less susceptible to the hormones, but he could not be sure about the people that had come to see his brother.
Theon pulled the door open, nervously.
Bran turned his head back towards the fridge and went to get some eggs to cook, not desiring in the least to see what strange people Theon had brought into their house at this hour. The sound of footfalls echoed on the linoleum floor of their apartment. Three men, pretty large, Bran guessed. Then he could smell them.
Alphas. All of them.
Don't show fear, don't show fear, don't show fear-
Bran squeezed the egg in his hand so hard it burst all over the cabinet. Without turning his head, he could feel four pairs of eyes turn towards him. He grabbed a dishrag and started cleaning it up as fast as he could.
"Sorry about my brother, he's an omega, he really has no idea what he's doing." Theon tried to laugh, but the dead silence from the men stopped him pretty fast.
"I don't normally make social calls," Whoa, that's a sexy voice, Bran thought, then shook his head, that had to be his wolf thinking, "but for someone who owes me so much money... I thought I'd make an acceptation."
Bran shuttered. Whoever that was, I would not want to be on his bad side.
Maybe you would. His inner wolf commented. Maybe you would like to be taken hard by him and-
SHUT UP! Bran ordered his wolf. He had gotten quite good at that over the years.
He went back to making scrambled eggs.
His brother and the three men continued talking as Bran worked, slowly becoming more at ease with the three alphas in the room.
Crap! Bran thought, I forgot the cheese! Scrambled eggs without cheese were like cake without sugar. He turned around and headed towards the fridge.
Unfortunately for him, that was the moment that the mafia man, he presumed the one with the sexy voice decided to look in his direction. Their eyes met and the spatula that Bran had been holding hit the floor.
Mate. Mate. Mate. MATE. MATE! His wolf demanded, wanting to submit, wanting to throw himself at the man in front of him.
Luckily for Bran's pride he had enough self control to stop himself from doing that. Apparently he wasn't the only one that was affected though. The man had taken a step towards him and looked like he wanted to jump on him and ravish him.
"I'll change my offer. You give me your brother, never file a missing person's report, never tell people where he went never mention him again, and I'll consider your debt paid." The alpha-Bran's mate-looked at Theon again.
"My brother? Are you sure?" he seemed to have missing what had just transpired, though clearly the other alphas hadn't. They both had huge smirks on their face.
"Absolutely." The alpha had curly black hair that framed his chiseled face and broad, strong shoulders.
Shoulders that would be great to grip during- Bran shook his head. This was wrong. Something was wrong. But he couldn't think of what...
Mate? his wolf pleaded. Mate. MATE.
Oh, would you stop it, you hormonal creature?! Bran screamed internally. Then it hit him.
"You can't just buy me!" he demanded.
The alpha stared at him for a moment before ignoring him and going back to his brother. "What do you say? My offer stands for the rest of the day. After that, I will find some way to take the money from you, and your brother."
"I am not an object! I can't be bought and sold!" Bran demanded.
"You can have him." Theon said. Bran stared at him, horrified.
"Theon, please! Don't let them take me!" He gave his brother his best 'I feel so betrayed' look before one of the other alphas stepped towards him and took his arm.
"C'mon, I'll help you pack." the man was huge. He had to be around 6'4. Despite that, he seemed genuinely kind, with a big smile on his face. Too bad for him that Bran really wasn't in a good mood.
"No!" he screamed, and kicked the man hard in his more delicate parts. The man released him instantly and groaned, doubling over.
The other alpha, the one that wasn't the nice giant, or his mate, laughed at him. "Dude, Jared, you just got decked by an omega."
"Fuck you, Kane," the friendly giant muttered.
Bran's mate looked over at Theon. "What's his name?" he asked.
"Bran."
"Bran," his mate held out his hand. "Come here, I'm not going to hurt you. No one here is going to hurt you."
Bran backed up against the counter. Mate! Alpha! his wolf protested, but he ignored it. "No. Stay away from me!" he pulled himself up onto the counter, realizing too late that he had just trapped himself.
His alpha moved faster then he thought was possible. One second he was standing on the other side of the room with Theon, the next he had a kicking and swearing Bran thrown over his shoulder.
"Jared, Kane, get his things." Both of the alphas nodded at him, and went into the room Theon pointed towards to get Bran's clothes. "And Theon?" his alpha added.
Theon looked up.
"Pray you never meet me again."
And with that, he walked out of the apartment, literally dragging Bran away from his life. Bran didn't care that his brother hurt him, or that his life sucked sometimes. It was his life, and he could do with it as he pleased. And now, now that was all gone. He didn't care that this man was his mate, his alpha. His life was over, and it was this man's fault.
"You bastard!" He screamed, though it seemed to have no effect on the alpha. He continued on, calling the man every foul word that he had ever heard, and then finally he got a response.
"No, Bran, none of those are my name. My name, is Robb."