The Omega Princess and Her Two Leashes - Chapter 96

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Chapter 96

But Graham didn’t care. He planned to capture the remaining omegas soon enough. He intended to possess every omega in the world. Of course, he couldn’t touch the omegas claimed by royalty or nobility, but he didn’t want to leave a single other omega untouched.

These monopolized omegas would bring him wealth and power. Soon, alphas would be begging him for access to omegas to alleviate their heats, and they’d be forced to give him whatever he demanded. Monopolizing omegas to accumulate wealth and wield power—that was Graham’s ultimate goal.

Of course, possessing the omegas themselves was also pleasurable. The sense of superiority he felt, knowing he had an abundance of omegas while other alphas yearned, was intoxicating. There were always numerous omegas crawling at his feet, clinging to him.

“M-Master. Please…”

“H-Hungry…”

“A-Anything… to eat…” Graham would always scoff and lift his chin at their pleas.

“Your job as omegas is to accept an alpha’s c*ck. Therefore, if you don’t work, you don’t eat. If you want to earn your meal, try harder. Make me want to f*ck you.”

That was how he handled the omegas he’d captured. A miserly man, Graham begrudged the cost of feeding them. Naturally, the more omegas he had, the higher the food costs, but he couldn’t stand that necessary expense. So, under the guise of taming them, he starved them.

It was a logical choice for him. In business, one should always choose the most cost-effective methods, and well-fed animals rarely obeyed. His method was quite effective. No matter how unruly or defiant the beast, starvation would break its spirit, forcing it to meekly follow orders for a scrap of food.

‘Here, s*x earns food.’

They all eventually succumbed to this rule, no matter how much they resisted. Every omega, in the end, would plead, begging him to choose them. Watching this spectacle was Graham’s greatest pleasure.

Graham, a commoner, was a low-ranking alpha, and thus, his l*bido and stamina were not particularly strong. He’d tire after one or two couplings a day, so only that many omegas could fill their bellies.

In truth, Graham didn’t enjoy the act itself. He simply enjoyed looking down at the omegas begging him. Soon, every omega in the world would be groveling at his feet. The thought made his heart throb with excitement. Graham always prided himself on the perfection of his plan, the perfection of his life. That perfection began to crack a month ago.

“Rumors are spreading in town?” Graham dismissed it as insignificant when his butler reported this to him.

“Yes, Master. Rumors seem to be circulating that you intend to capture all the remaining omegas soon.”

“That’s always been the rumor, hasn’t it?” Graham scoffed. He’d captured so many omegas already; it would be stranger if such rumors hadn’t circulated.

‘That b*stard’s going to round up every last omega soon!’ Every alpha had likely exclaimed that at least once while looking at Graham’s mansion.

“It’s… the rumors are far more specific and credible than usual. They say you plan to monopolize all the omegas in the world as a means to increase your wealth and power.” Graham, finally sensing the gravity of the situation, furrowed his brow. “So… information has leaked.”

“It appears so. What shall we do?”

“What else? Accelerate the plan. Before other alphas make any foolish moves.” Graham’s eyes flashed. Even if the alphas tried to thwart his plan, it wouldn’t matter if he captured all the omegas first. With every omega in his grasp, which alpha could refuse to kneel before him? The butler bowed at Graham’s decision.

“As you wish.”

“Good. Instruct them to move as swiftly as possible.”

“And Master, a subversive flyer seems to be circulating among the omegas.”

“Subversive? What kind?”

“Would you like to see it yourself?” Graham took the flyer offered by the butler, skimmed it, then scoffed and crumpled it. “Preposterous nonsense.”