At 7 am you were awoken again by the guards, slamming in your orange and pills. You took the small pink tablets, slowly after eating your orange, and for what felt like the millionth time, leaving it on the metal counter.

At 8 am, Steve parked at The Compound, his Bentley flawlessly parked in its space as he proceeded within the doors, meeting Sam and Bucky. "You two ready?" Sam asked and they both nodded. Steve was timid, and Bucky could tell from his heel lightly bouncing up and down against the hardwood floors of the lobby.

"It'll be alright," he reassured his best friend, putting his hand on his shoulder and lightly squeezing it, "Rumlow doesn't stand a chance."

"I know," He told Bucky honestly, "But he's also a dumbass that will do what he can to get my Omega." His two friends nodded.

"Gentlemen, please have a seat in the bidding room. We will commence in precisely 15 minutes." Fury called out as the men slowly made their way into the extravagant hall, and took their seats, individual number ballots in their hands, Steve's being one of course. "We will begin the bidding with the highest number Omega, and move down to the lowest, going in order of Omega 744, Omega 678, Omega 633, Omega 594, Omega 556, Omega 489, Omega 430, Omega 419, Omega 345, and last Omega 224." He read off.

For Steve, the bidding felt like an eternity. It didn't take longer than an hour to reach 224, but of course, he was nervous. Bucky won 556 for 15 million dollars, and Sam won 345 for six million dollars. Then it was 224.

"Bidding starts at one million," Fury began, Steve's card immediately being raised.

"Two million?" Then went Rumlow's.

"Five million," Steve called out and held his.

"10." Rumlow challenged.

"20," Steve responded.

"30."

"75."

"100."

"250."

"500." The two men stood up, Rumlow looking straight at Steve as he called out the number. Every other Alpha's mouths were agape.

"One billion dollars." Steve finally called and raised his card. Rumlow stared at Steve for a moment, well aware he couldn't go above that. So, he backed off and sat down. Steve then turned to Fury at the wooden podium, who even looked a little shocked.

"Omega 224, sold to Steven Rogers for one billion dollars." He slammed the gable. It was official, you were Steve's.

As you continued to dive further into your book, a pounding was at the door. "224," The guard called, "Gather your belongings, you've been bought." You wanted to take a second to be shocked, let it all soak in, but of course, you couldn't. So you began stuffing some things into your duffle bag, mainly important ones. A photo of you and your family, some socks your grandmother knit for you, and your books. You couldn't fit in the last book but still attempted to. You heard the guards laughing behind you, "Stupid bitch," the hollered, "It's time to go, that won't fit."

"But-" You began but soon had a hand wrapped around your thought, throwing you up against a wall.

"No buts missy, it's time for you to go to your Alpha you little whore." They finally let you go, and you fell to the ground gasping for air, one of your hands instinctively massaged the area. You scrambled and grabbed your bag, getting out of the cell and being guided through The Compound to one of the rooms where Steve was waiting.

Steve, on the other hand, was extremely impatient. Considering it had taken over five minutes to get past the door and he couldn't wait to touch you. Then he heard the door open and immediately looked up from where he glared at the door. The guards pushed you in, far too hard, causing you to stumble and fall down quite ungracefully. But you were close enough to Steve where he caught you and slowly helped you regain your balance.

You quickly picked up his scent of wood and pine trees. It was honestly quite relaxing for some reason, making you feel a little more comfortable with him. But nonetheless, he was a ruthless Alpha.

He took a quick glance at you, placing his index and middle fingers under your chin and lifting your head up to look at the gorgeous face he had wanted all along. But his eyes quickly traveled down to your neck, where the red marks from the guard's hand began making a mark, and a bruise began to appear.

He could feel the heat begin to rise to his head, his veins began popping out of his arms and neck all out of anger and fury. He carefully put you aside and walked past you, making sure you hadn't fallen. He made his way to the guards. "Gentlemen," He began, "Which one of you touched my Omega?" He asked with a slight smile, none of them answered, "You have one of two options. You either tell me which one of you did, or I'll kill every single one of you." Once again, no answer. He sighed. "Alright then," he took off and set down his suit coat, "I suppose it'll be every one of you then."

"It was Michael, sir, I swear." One of the Betas said and turned towards this Michael guard. Steve quickly changed his gaze to him, all of the other Betas backing away.

"Michael," he began and rolled up his cuffed sleeves, "Do you want to tell me why you touched my Omega?"

"Listen sir, I didn't mean nothin' she was just being a bitch and-"

"A bitch?" Steve interrupted, "A bitch?" His fists began to clench, "Did you just call my Omega a bitch?" Michael slowly backed away as Steve approached him, fear spread across his face, "Answer me!" He yelled.

"Y-yes sir I apologize I didn't-" And just like that Steve's right fist indented in his left cheek, causing him to stumble back on the floor. He briefly looked back to you, even more, fear spread across your face, but his own face softening. "I would give you another few but I must tend to my Omega." He lightly smiled and walked back to where you were. "I apologize about that doll," He sighed and picked up his suit coat, holding it in one of his arms. "I'm Steve by the way." He lightly smiled and nodded.

"Y-Y/N." You stuttered and looked up at him.

"I can take your bag for you." He offered, holding his other hand out. You gave it to him, and he effortlessly swung it over his shoulder. "Why don't we go now? It's quite the trek home and the sooner I can get you out of this place I think the happier we'll both be." You slowly nodded, still timid, with your fingers playing with each other.

Here you were, officially owner by an Alpha who nearly knocked out a guard for you. Your only other question was: If he did that, what would he do to you?

He walked beside you, leading to his Bentley. He opened the passenger door first, letting you in before closing it and placing your bag in the truck. Then he got in next to you. "No one's gonna hurt you again, alright doll?" He asked and you couldn't even look up, "It's okay to be scared, I understand. The only people around me will be me and my men."

"Men?" You asked and slightly looked up.

"Just my bodyguard's sweetheart, alright?" You nodded. "They're only here to protect you. They will never touch you." You nodded again.

He put the car in reverse and drove off, another black car that had his men in it following the two of you. Everything was so overwhelming at the moment, you weren't sure what to do. "What year is it?" You asked quietly, staring out the window at the sunlight which you had been drained from for a while.

"2020." He stated, keeping his eyes on the road, occasionally looking over to look at you, "Did they not give you a calendar?"

"Of course they did," You quickly said. One of the top rules of The Compound was to never talk about what actually happened once you were released, "I'm just stupid. I'm sorry." You mumbled.

You had been locked in there for eight years. eight whole years of your life wasted waiting for an Alpha to come and buy you.

"No need to be, doll," He lightly smiled, suspicious of your response.

After about an hour of silence between you two, Steve finally spoke up, "There's a rest stop coming up, a small store inside. I'm going to run in and grab some food. Is there anything you want?" He asked.

"No, thank you." You said, your eyes still fixated on the road ahead even though you weren't driving. Steve knew better though.

"You're not starving yourself on my watch," He lightly chuckled, "So either you tell me, or I'll get a shit ton of food. Your choice."

"Um," You thought for a moment, "An apple will be fine."

"An apple it is," He lightly smiled. You two pulled up to the stop, him getting out and quickly checking on you before he went inside. He came out a few minutes later with a bag full of food, placing it in the back seat.

Then you remember, you had to use the restroom but didn't want to be a burden. But you didn't want to be even more of a burden later and ask at the next one. "Steve?" You lightly asked as he got into the driver's side. He turned his full head so you knew his attention was on you, "Is there any way I could maybe use the restroom?"

"Of course," He lightly smiled, "Jeez, I should've thought of that. What type of Alpha am I, not even looking out for my Omega." He lightly chuckled at himself. "I'll go in with you."

"You don't have to-"

"I insist," He said, "Wouldn't want anyone stealing you." So that's exactly what he did. He led you into the rest stop, waiting outside the bathroom for you. After relieving yourself and washing your hands, you stepped back out to where Steve was, smiling. "Ready?" he asked, you nodded.

You both got back in his car, driving off and back onto the highway. You shortly fell asleep in the passenger seat for a few hours, Steve looking over every few minutes and smiling at your sleeping form. He thought it was the most adorable sight he had ever seen.

Then you woke up and Steve began starting some small talk. "So what do you like to do?" He asked.

"Um," You began and lightly cleared your throat, "I like to read." You answered simply.

"Read?" He asked, "What kind of books?"

"Classics, I suppose." You said and looked over at him for a brief moment. There was no denying that he wasn't attractive. In fact, he was extremely attractive. Possibly the most attractive man you had ever seen.

"What was your favorite subject in school?" He asked next.

"Science," You answered and lightly smiled for the first time, making Steve's heart skip a beat. You remembered the good days of your love for the sciences growing in high school, it all being ripped away when you were 18 and taken when you got your first heat.

"What kind of science?" He asked, genuinely interested. And you could hear it in his voice.

"Biology," You said and lightly smiled again.

"Interesting," he lightly smiled too, "I was never good at biology." he sighed and began chuckling at himself, "So how old are you?"

"26." You answered simply.

"Alright," he began, "I'm a little bit older, I'm 35." You nodded your head. After a little while longer you began to see a city skyline, which you soon identified as New York.

"Do you live in New York?" You asked and looked at him.

"Yes," He lightly smiled, "We live in New York. Manhatten."

"I've always loved New York." You told him.

"I'm glad," He smiled even more, "I hoped you would." So the drive continued. For a little while longer, before you hit the city. You smiled a little at the familiar sound you loved of cars honking and people talking everywhere.

Steve pulled down a few different roads, and into a parking garage which you could identify as just outside of Midtown. You looked at the large skyscraper, made of glass, and elegantly shaped like a perfect rectangle. "Here we are." He parked his car right into a reserved spot. He helped you out, grabbing your bag and leading you into the lobby. "Hey, George." He greeted an old man, who was obviously the bellman.

"Mr. Rogers," The short, wrinkly man smiled back, giving you a small smile and nod. Then Steve led you into the elevator, letting you go in first, and then pressing the top floor, 40. You rode up silently until you reached it and dinged. Steve punched in a few numbers, then used a fingerprint scanner before the elevator doors opened again, and showed a huge, elegant apartment.

"We'll get your fingerprint installed in there, by the way." He lightly smiled. You stepped out and were in awe of the high ceilings and glass windows everywhere. "Welcome home." He smiled, admiring your face. "Do you like it?" You nodded slowly.

"This is, a lot." You admitted and he lightly chuckled. Steve gave you a quick tour, making mental notes of the looks on your face when you saw things. For example, the partially disgusted look you had at the leather couch in your bedroom. That would be gone in no time. "This is our room," he said, as you admired the tall ceilings and beautiful lighting. He could see you were still slightly uncomfortable, "Or I should say my room. You can have any of the other rooms until you feel comfortable, of course." He lightly smiled.

"It's fine," You sighed, on the brink of tears as you realized your freedoms were stripped from you, "I mean, you own me. You can tell me what to do. If you want me to sleep with you I will." His eyebrows shot up as he stared at you.

"No, I'm not like that." He stated firmly, "I know the large majority of Alphas are, but I can promise you I'm not one to tie you to a bed, fuck you until I feel satisfied, and then leave you there. I picked you because you're really special, your scent and all. And you're gorgeous too, but um, I want you to feel comfortable at all costs. And I want to see if this really works out, I truly do. But if it doesn't then it doesn't, and I will let you go but make sure you're happy at all costs."

"Okay." You lightly smiled, already feeling better knowing that maybe he was truly different than other Alphas.