Page 1 of In Bellamira's Chains

Chapter one

Bellamira

“We have come to our final two lots. If you haven’t made a purchase yet, now is the time to do so,” the auctioneer called out, garnering the room's attention. “Now onto lot number six.”

The attendees fell silent as a worker pulled back the curtain, revealing a male who I assumed was a Beta. He wasn’t my type and certainly not Elera’s. No, she needed a perfect little pet as a present. She deserved the world; of course, that came with the stipulation that she obeyed me without question. Elera always had, and I had no doubt she always would, which was why I was here.

I glanced down at her as she sat beside my chair, hugging my leg with her head resting against my thigh. This was one of her favorite places to be. Truthfully, I knew any place by my side was her favorite at the moment, but she still had preferences, which I encouraged. I was harsh when needed and demanded complete control, but that didn’t mean I took all her freedoms away. It simply meant I controlled when those freedoms were given.

As such, Elera’s birthday was next month, and what better time to get her a plaything than now? I had hoped one of theearlier lots would be suitable, but I was sorely disappointed in the products this evening, and Elera made no movement nor comment to signal that she was pleased with any of them either. Perhaps finding a perfect pet that would fit both our needs was too much of an ask for such an auction house. My cousin had insisted I come here, spouting nonsense about finding her true mate a year and a half ago, but I was under no such notion that I would find mine. That was not the goal.

I swirled the wine in my glass, taking a sip as the auctioneer went on about how the Beta was being sold into the trade at almost thirty. His parents had tried to keep him, but alas, when someone in this world needed money, not even family was safe.

I rolled my eyes and patted Elera’s head, enjoying the feel of her curly, blonde hair twirling between my fingers, a lovely contrast to my red locks. They should have sent him off immediately or made a deal like I did for Elera. There were other avenues to handle this more humanely, but when the funds ended, so did humanity.

Setting down my glass, I waited for this round of bidding to end. He was kind enough looking with sad brown eyes. Someone would scoop him up and put him to work. Depending on who it was, well, that would determine the type of work he’d be doing. I thought about taking him as well for a moment, perhaps a servant boy to wait on my pets and me, but as the bidding came near closing, I didn’t raise my paddle and felt no remorse for not doing so.

Some, like Hilda, wanted playthings, pets to be placed in cages, then pampered when they behaved and punished when they didn’t. She brushed her short brown hair behind her ear and tapped her foot as it hung in the air over her thin leg, letting her long dress flutter through the air with the movement. Hilda wasn’t picky, and I had hoped she would bid on this one, but herpaddle remained in her lap, meaning she was out of the bidding war before it even started. Pity really.

Others were harsh and horrid. I fully believed there were times that punishment was necessary, but they took it to another level, dishing out whatever they pleased without remorse, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. I stayed away from them, knowing this was the way of the world and it was not my place to scold them on their actions. As long as they did not harm me or mine, I’d let them live their slimy fucked up lives.

I was more like Hilda, although I had only ever kept one pet, and as of her birthday, she will have been with me for ten years. Elera was the epitome of a perfect little slave. I had been friends with her older sister, Caera, and although Elera was a Beta, her parents wanted a good life for her. I was able to offer this as long as she conformed to my lifestyle and rules. Thankfully, she did seamlessly, and not once had we had an issue. Elera was mine, and I cherished her. That’s the only reason I was here today, giving her the only reward I could think of for being my perfect pet for an entire decade.

Typically, if we needed more help around the estate, I’d send a proxy with a price limit and general idea of what we needed. Simon had never done me wrong, so I always entrusted him with the task. This, however, was far more personal.

“Sold!” the auctioneer boomed.

There was only one lot left, and my shoulders tensed as the Beta who was just sold was dragged from the stage. He had been sold to Dane, an Alpha who had a large ranch and was in constant need of more ranch hands. The Beta would do well there. Dane, although demanding and strict, took care of what belonged to him.

“Our final lot for the evening is lot seven,” the auctioneer said as the curtain opened, revealing a slender little Omega female. “Hazelle is twenty-two and is being resold. I do have to mentionone thing…” He trailed off as my eyes scoured her form. Her light brown hair, fashioned in a braid, reached the backs of her knees, and her blue eyes lit up thanks to the stage lights. So far, she was promising, and I sat up straighter in my seat.

Elera’s hands dropped from my calf as she leaned forward with a look of awe on her face mixed with a heap of sadness. Elera had a kind heart, and that was one thing I never intended to break her of. The frailness of this Omega called out to her, and as she looked back at me with her bright green eyes and her blue, sparkling collar beautifully coating her neck, I knew this was the one she wanted. The only question now was if I wanted her as well.

“She has been put up for auction due to infertility. If you are looking for a breeder, this is not the lot for you.”

My brown eyes grew wide, matching Elera’s as we both stared up at the Omega on stage. She was infertile? What were the odds of that happening?

Every Omega I had met had birthed at least one child before having complications. Had she given birth and they were simply tossing her to the side? Now, that I would believe. The Alphas of this world were cruel, not unlike myself, but I took care of my own, even if they didn’t believe it to be true.

To my surprise, the auctioneer went into more detail. “She had been with her previous Alpha for four years. No children were birthed, and she is said to be well trained, timid, and nearly silent.”

My eyes turned to slits. That could only mean she had an Alpha who was heavy handed. She didn’t look like she had endured beatings, but Hazelle curled in on herself with her head hung low as she stood beside the auctioneer, the deep blue, lacy lingerie covering only her breasts and pussy.

Elera was well trained and silent when needed, but that was who she was naturally and nearly always had a smile on herface and a relaxed aura around her. This Omega was forced into submission and most likely used far more harshly than others due to her condition, one I knew all too well.

“Let the biddings begin!”

I raised my paddle first and was immediately thrown into a bidding war with Vernon. Over my dead body would he have her. Not only was she physically perfect for Elera, but she was infertile like myself. I wouldn’t let someone else use her so cruelly. Elera wrapped her hand around my calf again. Her hand shook as her short nails dug into my skin as nerves coursed through her. The bid grew higher, but everyone here knew I would win this in the end.

Hazelle would be mine. She would beours.

I wouldn’t sit here and claim to be perfect and throw around statements like she would never feel pain under my care or be forced to do anything she wasn’t comfortable doing, but I was nearly as fair as they came. She would be well taken care of and, at some point, cherished. Elera would dote on her immediately; I had no doubt about that. For me, it would take time, but I knew she belonged with us.

The bidding went back and forth until I finally had enough. Vernon was a fool for pushing me this far.

I stood from my seat, my sheer black dress with a high slit flowed around me and brushed against Elera as I glared down at the pompous male Alpha. “Vernon, stop this nonsense. You know I will win. You’re being a petty cunt. Drop it,” I sneered at him, and although his nostrils flared, he gave in, conceding to my victory.

The auctioneer glanced between us and nodded, accepting my final bid as the winning one.