It's been twelve days since Asmin left the border with his three team mates. Thet were all travelling in a carriage and their hands and feet were chained. There were warrior omegas too and they were hiding their faces with a veil. Thet were pretend slaves of the alphas that came from the mercenary. They planned to act as human trafficking gang and the omegas can just sot and behave like damsel in distress. It was more feasible and less suspicious.
They were about to reach town A when they heard the sound of hooves coming from the front. A bunch of alpha guard soldiers came galloping in their direction. They instantly played dead or exhausted. Asmin kept his ear up and heard the following conversation.
" Hey. What are you guys doing here? Don't you know that merchants cannot travel this route?"
" Sire, we are not merchants." One of the alphas said.
Another alpha from the mercenary name Miro stepped forward and said, " Sire, we are bringing products for chieftan to enjoy." Miro was the leader of this team of none alpha men.
" What products?" One guard asked while the other one elbowed him. He coughed a little.
The other one understood the signal. " Oh, Let's check it then." He gave an evil smile.
They both got off their horses and walked at the opening. They peeked in first. Then they directly pulled up the curtain. There were eight omegas laying one over another. However, there was this one omega dressed in black tattered gown and he was staring them like a ferocious beast.
What he didn't know was that his white skin that flushed red due to high temperature made his ferociousness extremely attractive. His behaviour raised the evil in a man's heart, the want to bully this omega to the point of tears.
The guard smiled, " That's a good stock you have got."
" I guess I was worried for nothing. However we cannot let you pass without paying toll tax." The other one laughted.
" I don't understand what sire trying to say." Miro raised eyebrows in doubt.
" People these days are so clueless. How about you wait here until we get a sample of your products? We want that one right over there." The guard pointed at Asmin.
Miro was stuck in a crisis when he remembered something. " Sire that one stinks really bad. We brought him from the mines and his body still reeks."
Asmin understood the signal and quickly released his pheromones. The two guards crunched their noses with disgust.
" Ugh. What the hell!" They stepped back. " You dare to bring such omegas to Chieftan. You don't need your head anymore?"
" Don't be angry Sire. We were going to give them a bathe on the next stop." Miro tried to calm them down.
" The whole carriage reeks of it. Ugh, what a waste! "
" Go! Just leave! Bath them all in acid or whatever. Just get rid of that smell before going inside the town." the guard said .
" Yes. This servant understands. " Miro quickly signalled the others to hurry.
They quickly disappeared in the dust. When they were sure that there was no one in sight anymore. They immediately stopped the carriage. One after another the omegas and alphas fell on the ground puming and retching.
" This is too much....too much." One of the omegas said.
Only Miro and other warrior omegas were still able to tolerate the smell of Asmin's pheromones.
" You are very lethal." Miro's smiled and commented while peeking inside the carriage.
Asmin who was sitting inside the carriage in embarassment didn't know how to feel. Whether he should be offended or he should feel relieved or feel proud being complimented.
They all arrived at a tea house soon. They payed the stall owner some extra money and got some water to wash themselves. After they were done, the omegas were given some very provocative clothes with beautiful ornaments. They all put a mask and heavy coin belts on their waist. They were going to act as dancers here onwards. And those who didn't know how to dance will act as servants. Asmin was going to act as a dancer. So, he wore a red skirt with a slit on the side and net frills. He wore a crop top which was translucent and a belt made of black coins. The beautiful waist with protruding abs looked so erotic in that belt that Alphas of the mercenary watched him agape.
" I need a mask." Asmin said to Miros.
"Huh?" Miro's looked at him askance, " But you are so pretty." He said in a daze. Only after a while did he realize that he uttered something stupid." I mean you don't have to hide your face."
" No. I need it. I don't think I can hide my disgust. I need a mask to hide my expressions." Asmin said with a stern face.
" Oh." Miro said understanding Asmin's concern. He handed him a black mask which was transparent.
" Give me one that is opaque." Asmin repeated.
" Alright." Miro handed him the mask.
Asmin wore the black mask that hid almost everything but his eyes and forehead. It was studded with some jewels but looked absolutely agonising on that beautiful face.
" What a waste." Miro mumbles as he walked away.
Soon, they reached the town and separated from each other. The omegas and warriors acted as dance group and performed on the street while the Alphas roamed near them and kept a watch.
As the omegas started the show, the crowd assembled around them. A few moments later, there were cheers and applauds echoing in the alley. They danced one after another. Lastly, it was Asmin's turn.
Asmin came to the front and stood for a moment. Then after looking around he finally found Miro standing not far away, acting as a bystander. Asmin looked straight at him. Miro was dumbstruck. He stood there like a statue when Asmin walked over in elegant and graceful walk. He never took his eyes off him. Miro felt hot. However as soon as Asmin reached out to him, his hands bent a little downwards and swiftly pulled the long sword that was hanging by his waist.
Miro watched Asmin's back like a monkey robbed of his banana. Asmin stood at the center again. This time she raised the sword up high, pointing to the sky. Then she turned the sword horizontally and placed it on her head. The sword stay balanced on the head while Amin moved around like a doll. Slowly, the doll shook here waist left and right. The coin made a jingle sound. Then she paused. A warrior holding a drum moved in the front. He played the drum and Asmin played the waist coins on the same beat. The waist that moved like it had no bones looked so erotic that there was constant flow of pheromones in the air coming from different source. As the beat went on and on. The crowd went crazy. There was so much noise that it attracted the attention of the policeman. They went over and stopped the performers. But in order to sooth the crowd's dissatisfaction they asked the performer to play tonight at chieftan's birthday banquet. Asmin and the other's agreed readily. Afterall, their original intention was to infiltrate Chieftan's house and find the document regarding the supply of illegal arms and weapons. This invitation will make their path so much easier.
The crowd dispersed and the performers were sent away.
Not so far away, Mark stood alongside a local official. " What's happening there. Why is it so noisy?"
The official shrugged his shoulder, " Just some locals making trouble."
Mark was here to attend an invitation sent by his business partner. He felt like exploring the town for a change. But no matter how much he tried, he just felt so empty inside.