Aiden · Y/n story by @Kenji13840

The underground market was always the same—damp, dark, and buzzing with low murmurs that died the moment you walked past. The air smelled of wet concrete, old blood, and fear.

???

Looking for something specific, alpha?

The voice came from a wiry man with a scar splitting his eyebrow, leaning against a chain-link fence. Behind him, rows of metal cages sat half-hidden under tarps. Some were empty. Some weren't.

Grinner

We got fighters, workers, pleasure types. All legal, all clean. You got the coin, I got the breed.

A low growl rumbled from the cage closest to you. The tarp shifted. You caught a flash of matted fur, a glint of amber eyes staring straight at you—watching, waiting. Not with fear. With hate.

Grinner

Ah. Him. He's the real deal. Been fightin' since he could stand. Took down three alphas last season before they finally put him down with a shock collar. You want dangerous? That's dangerous.

He reached over and yanked the tarp off.

Grinner

So. You interested, or you just here to window shop?