[An's pov]

It all started when I had a call, informing me of the death of my best friend, Kyle Stetson. A day after, I was visited by a group of dangerous looking men, dressed in black suit. They demanded me to settle the late Kyle's debt because he named me as his guarantor. He didn't even asked me for my permission!

There was nothing I could do now. The guy responsible for this had already passed away. I just couldn't believe that Kyle didn't even discussed with me about this. I mean, he was my best friend! And to think that he made a loan with an illegal money lender... How stupid could he be?

I had to take a year of from school to settle the debt. Lyla was very angry, but she promised that she would help me. $50,000 was a very huge amounts. If we delayed it any longer, the interest will added up.

I had to take on a lot of part time jobs. I knew that it wouldn't help me make much, but I couldn't help it. There was no way a student like me could apply for a full time job. I was thinking of quitting school, but Lyla was strongly against it, saying that I shouldn't have sacrificed my future because of a debt that was not even mine. Well, Lyla was always right, so I agreed.

Then, Lyla went missing. I tried to call her, but I couldn't reach her phone. I was so worried. What if she was kidnapped by the money lender? Should I report this to the police? I didn't know what to do. I realized that it was Lyla who would willingly do everything for me. If I'm by myself, I really didn't know how to do anything. I hate this. Why am I so useless?

Suddenly, a knock echoed from the front door. I nervously went to the door and peeked through the peephole. My eyes widen in shock. It was the money lender! I nervously opened the door. What should I do? The money I collected was not enough!

"The boss wants his money now!" The bald man with weird tattoos on his scalp said. I think my blood was drained from my face.

"I'm sorry, but I only have about $4,000 in my account right now. You said that you will give me a year," I protested in a small voice.

"Well, the boss changed his mind. If you can't pay, then you have to come with us," he said while the other scary guys dragged me out of the house. I was panicking as I struggled to break free. Of course the guys were much more stronger than me, so I was dragged into the car with no problem.

I didn't have a choice but to comply. Sitting between two huge men at the back, I felt so small. I had a small figure compared to the guys my age to begin with. When compared to these big, muscular alpha guys, the omega me couldn't help but cowered.

We arrived at a huge building which was a hotel, if I wasn't mistaken. I was dragged in so fast that I didn't even had the time to figure out where I was. Then, I was brought into a room where I had to wait for about 10 to 15 minutes before an alpha with an intimidating aura walked out. He was casually wearing a cream coloured bathrobe, exposing his muscular chest area. I gulped nervously.

"I was informed that you did part time jobs? Did you think that would be enough? At this rate, I can't get my money within a year," he said with a calm voice, but he never concealed his alpha pheromones. That made me trembled like a wet rat in a sewer. His dominance were overtaking the omega me, and it made me feel sick in my stomach. I couldn't voice my thoughts as fear was already taking me the moment he arrived.

I hate that I was quick to give my submission. Stupid omega body!

"I have a solution for you. Since you're an omega, a male omega to boot, it'll work just fine." A gentle smile spread over his lips, but I knew that behind that smile, there was a threat carefully hidden from views. I shuddered.

"If you did a good job, you'll earn a lot of cash for each job you did. You'll be able to pay me back in no time."

My guts was telling me that his deal was suspicious. What job could an omega do for a huge cash in return? I clenched my teeth and strengthen myself.

"You want me to sell my body?" I asked while staring deep into his dangerous hazel eyes. It looked like a devil's eyes which were drawing me in into a neverending abyss.

The man let out an amused chuckle. "You're not as stupid as I thought you would be. I like that."

I wasn't flattered at all. So, it must have been true. He wanted to force me into a brothel. I had heard about that from Lyla. She would always warned me about that and told me to take care of myself. A male omega was rare, so there was a lot of people who would targeted me.

"If I refused?" I asked even though I knew that the man had never gave me a chance since the beginning.

The man's face turned cold. He brought his face closer to me until there was a few inches left between us. I held my breath in response. The air around us had also became chilling and cold.

"You don't wanna do that," he coldly said that short sentence before went back to his seat. He turned at guards and gave them a sign,

With that, the huge men grabbed me on my arms and dragged me out of the room. I was taken to a remote place downtown and realised that it was the red light district. It had a lot of buildings with some signboards deliberately promotes the kind of services they offered to the customer.

I was pushed into a two storey building which had a sign that had the words "Little Jasmine" written on it. The bald man introduced me to the manager of this place and told her that I was sent by Mr. Foster to work there until I had paid my debt. I was nearly retorted that it wasn't actually me who took the loan, but I shut myself down. It was not a clever move if I were to show some rebellious attitude right now.

The manager, who they called Ms. Moon was staring at me up and down before she called for one of the omegas there to bring me to my room. The female omega scurried at me and took me by my arm into the endless narrow hallway before urging me into one of the rooms on the back. She entered the room after me and closed the door behind her slowly. Then, her teary eyes looked at me before she hugged me out of the blue.

"Oh, you poor boy! How did you ended up here? You should know that you shouldn't involved yourself with a shady organisation like Mr. Foster's," she blurted out while tighten her embrace. I was choking, literally, with the sudden affection she showed me.

"It wasn't me. My dead friend wrote my name on the agreement without my consent," I said, defending myself.

She looked at me pitifully and pouted her lips. "Oh, honey... You were so broken that your face muscles were dead..." she bluntly said that and continued crying.

I narrowed my eyes. "...no. I was born like this."

"Oh, you poor sweet summer child!!"

This woman is weird, but she seemed nice.

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The life here wasn't so bad. The omegas here were nice and the weird lady from before, Annette was even nicer. She took care of me like a mother kangaroo taking care of its joey. I found out that she was around the same age of Lyla, which was 10 years older than me.

Right now, I was in the manager's office, standing in front of the angry Ms. Moon. She was massaging her temples while her omega assistant, Bethany was helping her massaging her shoulders. This was an open secret, but I heard that Ms. Moon and Beth was a married couple. No one had confirmed the rumours, but the way they acted around each other was pretty much confirmed it.

"An, kid... I thought you were here to settle your debt with Mr. Foster."

I nodded. It was true. Everybody knows that. Ms. Moon sighed.

"So, why did I heard you punched the customers? AGAIN?" she asked with a stern low voice. I reverted my eyes from her deadly glare.

"They were getting too touchy. So, I broke their nose," I said like it was clearly not my fault. I still thought that it really wasn't my fault.

Ms. Moon groaned in a loud way, as if she was trying to vomit out all of her stress from her system. Well, I knew that most of the stress came from me.

"This is what this place is all about! It was meant for you to let them touch you! I am even being considerate to you by not assigning you to sleep with the customers! You just need to serve them a little when they were drinking. Was it too hard for you?!" She raised her voice.

Thankfully, Ms Moon was a beta. If she was an alpha, I would probably quivered and would be on my knees right now.

"It was disgusting. I couldn't help but beat the lights out of them right then and there," I said nonchalantly. Ms. Moon's face was lighted up with red.

What? It wasn't my fault that my body automatically turned into a professional kangaroo boxer when I feel disgusted. 

"Y- you couldn't help- Listen here, young man! If you can't do your job, you can never get out of here! Right now, your debt is slowly increasing. I'm just trying to help you here." Ms. Moon sighed again. This was the third time she did that since I got in the office.

"No matter how much I tried, I just can't do what I don't want to do. Rather, I won't do it," I said again.

Once again, Ms. Moon sighed in frustration. Beth was trying to conceal her laugh while her hands were clenching at Ms. Moon's shoulders. Ms. Moon glared at her and told her to stop.

"Tell me what I can do to make you do your job," Ms. Moon asked me with a calmer face.

I didn't answer. To be more exact, I didn't have an answer. The customers were all sleazy and their mouths were stinky. Their hands were quick to touch my butt and my hands were much quicker to punch their faces. I mean, why did they love to touch other people's butt? Didn't they had their own? Rub your own butt, oldies! 

Also, they kept on trying to hug me and kiss me, which was very disgusting. I hate the smell of alcohol and cigarettes and their strong cologne which I thought was enough to kill a person. What are they? A skunk? Even skunks could be more respectful than those greasy old men.

I wanted to get out of this place faster, but it was hard enough for me to do the job.