Chapter 3- Waking Up Confused
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My head throbbed like I'd been smacked upside the skull with a sledgehammer.
The last thing I remembered was kicking back on my couch, hitting play on episode 12 of that ridiculous audio series.
Yeah, because nothing says entertainment like recycled tropes about alphas and omegas going at it like rabbits.
Then, bam—world glitches out. Static buzzing in my ears, lights flickering and poof… nothing.
Then I finally came to, a blinding light flashed right in my face, freezing me.
I blinked hard, rubbing my eyes, trying to make sense of it all.
I was staring at these glowing words hovering in the air like some crappy holographic display from a video game.
[System Initializing…]
[System: Welcome, User.
Name: Jace Crainwood.
Rank: Lowest Breeding Omega.
Status: Transmigrated
World: Alpha-Omega Breeding Series.]
Jace Crainwood? Since when was my last name Crainwood? I mean, come on, that sounds like a reject from a fantasy novel about enchanted forests.
And omega? Breeding? Oh, hilarious. "An omega and breeding in the same sentence," I thought, rolling my eyes so hard I nearly gave myself whiplash.
"Is omega now in the real world, I thought we only find them in books or mangas?"
"Am I supposed to be the breeding omega now? Great, because I know absolutely zilch about this crap."
"Universe, if this is your idea of a joke, it's not funny."
I shook my head hoping to make the glowing text vanish.
But it just hung there.
"What the hell is this, and where am I?" I muttered under my breath, my voice coming out all high-pitched and… delicate? Like I'd inhaled helium or something. Not my usual gravelly tone at all.
Panic started clawing up my throat. "What is this crap? Some hallucination from bad takeout?"
The system, sneaky little eavesdropper that it was, pinged back like it was reading my mind.
[System: Negative. You are fully transmigrated into the audio series you recently reviewed.
Title: "The Omega Boss And The Four Alpha"
Role: The disposable omega up for auction.
Objective: Survive the plot. Or not. Your call.]
My brain short-circuited. "The Omega Boss And The Four Alpha"?
That was the exact trashy audio series I'd been ripping apart online just few minutes ago!
The one where omegas get paraded around like prizes, alphas act like entitled jerks, and the whole thing's just an excuse for cringy steamy scenes.
It was a dumpster fire of tropes with zero originality because why bother with plot when you can just slap 'breeding' on everything?" And now… I was in it? Inside the damn story?
"No, no, no," I whispered, shaking my head so hard. This had to be a nightmare. Or a prank. Or… or something! I glanced around, and that's when the rest hit me.
I was on a stage, spotlights shinning directly at me and I was being watched by tons of people.
I looked down at my self just to see that I get this collar around my neck with a tag dangling like I was a lost puppy. "Lot 47: Premium Omega Breeder." My wrist, bound in these soft silk ropes that looked all fancy but wouldn't budge an inch, chaining me to the spot.
"Why am I chained up like this? What kind of bullshit is going on?"
It then clicked to me and started making sense to me.. This was the auction scene—the one from an episode I couldn't even recall, where that poor omega gets bid on by multiple alphas like he's livestock.
The narrator had droned on about it in that fake-sexy voice: "The omega trembled as the alphas vied for his fertile body…"
I'd fast-forwarded through half of it because it was so eye-rollingly stupid. And now I was the trembling omega? Me?
"Oh, hell no," I thought, tugging at the ropes uselessly. "This isn't happening. I'm not even gay! I like women. Scratch that, i love 'em. Curves, smiles, the whole package."
I've dated more girls than I can count, and zero dudes. So what the fuck is this? Why me? I'm the worst possible option for this crap! I'd screw up the whole 'submissive breeder' vibe just by existing."
Desperation kicked in hard. In my mind, I started pleading. "Okay, whoever's out there—the author, the universe, the audio-bot gods??? Please, send me back! Back to Earth, where things make sense.
Back to where there is no alphas, no omegas, no breeding nonsense. I take back every bad word I said about your series!
It wasn't trash—it was… uh, misunderstood genius! Yeah! Just beam me home, Scotty. Or whatever.
I promise I'll leave a five-star review. Hell, I'll buy the premium subscription. Just… not this. Anything but this."
Was this payback for trashing the story? If so, universe, you win. Just get me out. Please.
I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself back to reality. .
But when I opened them? I was still here and definitely still trapped. The system kept droning on, totally ignoring my meltdown.
[System: Integration Complete. You are now fully immersed in the series. Adapt or perish.]
My chest tightened up as I started getting scared. Thoughts raced through my head
How do I get out of this mess?
Why dump me into this alpha-omega circus? And breeding? I'm a guy, for crying out loud.
How's that even supposed to work? I'd cringed so hard at those audio episodes that I'd skipped half of them just to avoid the awkward bits.
Now I was kicking myself for not paying attention—maybe I'd have some clue about the "mechanics" of all this.
A booming voice echoed from the podium, some slick auctioneer guy in a tux.
"Alphas and Betas of the pack, feast your eyes on Lot 47! A rare high-breeding omega, untouched and fertile as they come."
"Pheromone potency rated at a scorching 9.8. It is guaranteed to send even the most iron-willed alpha into a full rut. Starting bid: 500,000 credits!""
The crowd murmured like a bunch of hungry wolves, alphas in tailored suits licking their lips and eyeing me up like I was the main course at a buffet.
My stomach twisted into knots.
Bids started flying left and right. "550,000!" some deep-voiced alpha shouted from the front row.
"600,000!" another one countered.
The numbers kept climbing, and I scanned the room desperately for an escape route.
Beta guards lined the exits.
There was no escape for me.
"Hey, wait a minute!" I called out, my voice cracking a bit from the nerves. "This isn't right! I'm not supposed to be here. Let me go!"
The auctioneer chuckled, waving me off. "Oh, the feisty ones always fetch a higher price. Adds to the fun, doesn't it, folks? Who's next? Do I hear 650,000?"
A few alphas laughed, and one even yelled back, "700,000! I like 'em with a bit of spirit, that makes breaking them sweeter!"
I glared at him, my face heating up. "Breaking? Excuse me? Who do you think you are, some knockoff villain from a comic book? "
"Touch me and I'll… I'll…" Okay, so I didn't have a good threat ready, but inside, I was fuming.
"Great, Jace, real smooth. Way to sound intimidating while tied up in a napkin."
The bids kept escalating—800,000, 900,000 and I felt like I was gonna puke. Then, two figures stepped forward from this VIP section in the back. Tall and broad-shouldered.
One was all brooding, with midnight-black hair, the classic leader type. The other? Playful, with a smirk.
But… only two? The story hyped them as the Four Alpha Brothers, this "sexy quartet" who pooled their bids to share an omega for making heirs.
I frowned, sarcasm dripping in my thoughts. "Why call them four brothers if it's just these two clowns? Did the other two get stuck in alpha traffic, or is this a plot hole the author forgot to fix? Because nothing says 'immersive world' like sloppy writing."
The brooding one raised his hand all lazy-like. "One million credits. On behalf of the Crimson Pack's Four Alphas. We'll take him now."
The auctioneer beamed like he'd hit the jackpot. "Sold to the Four Alpha Brothers! Congratulations on your new breeder. Guards, escort the lot to the winners."
My stomach dropped. "No… this can't be real.
The system pinged in my head.
[System: Transaction Complete. Sold to the Four Alphas.
New Status: Owned Breeder.]
I regretted ever clicking on that stupid audio series.
As the guards bundled me off the stage and into the back seat of the alphas' car—some sleek, futuristic ride that looked like it belonged in a sci-fi movie.
I sat there, frustrated and scared out of my mind. The drive blurred by.
And I couldn't stop thinking.
"Breeding as a guy? With four alphas? Awesome, just what I needed. I skipped all the steamy parts because they were cringy as hell, and now I'm living them without a clue. Thanks a lot, system."
We pulled up to this massive house. "Ah, yes," I thought, rolling my eyes, "the only thing this author's good at: making houses look like they jumped straight out of a billionaire fantasy magazine. Because who needs a decent plot when you've got killer curb appeal?"
I was still gawking at the place when the smirky alpha walked past and shoulder-checked me hard enough to send me stumbling.
"So, not only am I stuck as an omega, but I'm weak as a kitten too?" I grumbled to myself, catching my balance. A little push like that wouldn't have fazed me back home, but here? Tripping like a total damsel.
"Fan-fucking-tastic. Thanks for the upgrade, system."
I bit my lip to keep from cussing him out loud.
"Blind much? Or do you just gotta flex that alpha attitude right from the jump? Can't even pretend to be decent for, like, 24 hours? Nah, alphas gotta alpha, I guess."
I waited for one of them to at least lead me inside, but nope. The two alphas vanished through the massive doors without so much as a backward glance.
I pushed the doors open and stepped in alone. And wow.
"Hello," a voice said, smooth and expectant jolting me off my thoughts. "You must be the new breeding omega."