What's Wrong With Being An Omega Nanny?-Chapter 100: Midnight Game! 2

Chapter 100: Midnight Game! 2
Ethan gripped the steering wheel tighter as the city lights faded behind him. The GPS on his phone led him out of the familiar streets, past the suburbs, and into an industrial area he’d never seen before. Warehouses loomed on either side, graffiti-covered and dark. The road narrowed, potholes jolting the car. He glanced at the time... 11:47 PM. He wasn’t late, but he wasn’t early either.
The map pinged:
’You have arrived.’
Ethan slowed. Ahead was a low building with a neon sign flickering "Club Eclipse." Music thumped faintly even from the parking lot. Cars lined the sides... sleek sedans, a few motorcycles. A group of people lingered near the entrance, smoking and laughing.
He parked in the back, away from the crowd. A man in a black jacket approached as soon as he stepped out.
"Keys," the man said, holding out his hand.
Ethan hesitated, then dropped them into his palm. "Don’t scratch it."
The man smirked and walked off.
Ethan adjusted his jacket and headed toward the entrance. People turned as he passed... omegas mostly, dressed in tight clothes, scents heavy in the air. A woman grabbed his arm.
"Hey, handsome. First time here? Do you want company? I promise I won’t charge,"
He pulled away gently. "No, thanks."
Another omega... A guy with bright pink hair... winked.
"Come find me inside."
Ethan ignored them all. His heart was already racing. He’d never been to a club. He never wanted to. The noise, the smells, the chaos... it wasn’t his world. It wasn’t his kind of thing.
The door swung open, and the music hit him like a wall. The bass was so deep it vibrated in his chest. Disco lights flashed... red, blue, green... blinding him as he stepped inside. The dance floor was packed, bodies moving in waves. Hands reached for him, pulling at his sleeves.
"Dance with me!"
"You’re cute... come on!"
He pushed through, mouth dry. The air was thick with sweat and perfume. He couldn’t hear his own thoughts. Finally, he spotted the bar... a long counter glowing under purple lights. He slid onto a stool, loosening his tie. It was hot. Too hot.
"Fuck! What kind of person would like a place like this?" He groaned in frustration.
The bartender approached... a tall omega with long black hair tied in a ponytail. He wore a black vest, sleeves rolled up, a tattoo peeking from his collar.
"What can I get you, Sir?" the omega asked, smiling.
Ethan pulled out his phone, scrolling to the message.
"I’m here for the golden goods."
The omega’s smile faltered. He set down the glass he was cleaning.
"I see. Follow me."
Ethan stood. The omega led him past the bar, through a door marked "Staff Only." A narrow hallway, dim and quiet. The music faded to a muffled thump. At the end was a metal door with a keypad.
The omega punched in a code... Ethan caught 7-4-2-9... then pushed it open.
"After you," he said.
Ethan stepped inside. The room was small, with velvet walls and low lighting. Chairs circled a raised podium. Ten, maybe twelve people sat already... mostly alphas, suits and ties, eyes sharp. A few omegas too, but they looked... different. Subdued.
Ethan took a seat in the back.
"What is this place?"
The omega smirked. "Is this your first time?"
Ethan didn’t answer. He just turned his head away. Of course, it was his first time here but he couldn’t say.
"You don’t need to answer. It’s very obvious," the omega said. "Sit and wait. It’ll start soon."
"What exactly would start soon?" He asked.
"Wait till then to find out," the Omega replied with a fake smile as he turned to leave.
Ethan, who didn’t have his question answered, reached out instinctively. "Wait..."
The omega spun, shoving Ethan’s hand away. His fingers brushed the tattoo on the omega’s neck... a small circle with a slash through it.
"Don’t touch me," the omega snapped. "Don’t touch ’any’ omega here. Seems like you don’t know the rules since it’s your first time here,"
"Oh! I..."
He was gone before Ethan could apologise.
Ethan sat back, heart pounding. The room filled slowly. More alphas poured him. Some of them knew each other. It wasn’t their fifth time coming here. It’s like a secret organisation. Whispers and laughter filled the air and no one looked at him twice. Even Ethan couldn’t recognise anyone there.
His phone had no signal. He checked the time... 11:58.
’Two minutes until midnight. I wonder when they’ll start,’
he thought to himself. A few minutes later...
The lights dimmed and the whispering and laughter stopped. It was time.
The podium lit up and a figure stepped out.
He was tall and striking. An omega in a flowing gown, sheer and silver, catching the light. His hair was long, his face sharp and beautiful. He smiled, and his scent hit the room... sweet, heady, impossible to ignore. Ethan covered his nose. But other Alphas were already drooling, grabbing their pants.
"What in the hell is going on?" Ethan mumbled. He was still clueless about what was going on.
"Welcome," the omega said, voice smooth and calm. "To tonight’s trade. Our gentlemen and ladies are looking dashing and beautiful as always. Since there’s no time to waste. Let’s begin."
The side door opened. Two alphas dragged out a small girl, who was trembling in fear, with chains on her wrists. She fell to her knees. Ethan saw the tattoo on her leg... same as the bartender’s.
The omega in the gown turned to the crowd. "Bidding starts at fifty thousand. Let’s go."
Ethan’s blood ran cold.
’Is this really what I think it is? A slave auction?’
He’d heard rumours. He heard the news. The news about omegas disappearing. Not just in the city where he resides, but also in other cities. He thought they were killed but they were all here. In the city? Under their noses?
The bids flew.
"Sixty!"
"Seventy-five!"
"One hundred!"
The girl sobbed quietly. No one cared about her at all. The chains rattled loudly as they dragged her to put her in place.
Ethan’s hands clenched. He wanted to stand, to shout, to stop it. But the bodyguard alphas around him were obviously hiding guns under jackets, with that cold expression on their faces. He was outnumbered. Outgunned.
One by one, omegas were brought out. Sold. Dragged away by their chains. Ethan sat frozen, stomach churning. He couldn’t watch this. He was uncomfortable but he couldn’t walk out.
When it ended, the lights came up. The crowd filed out, chatting like they’d just bought cars.
Ethan stumbled back to the bar. The ponytail omega was there, wiping glasses.
"Drink," Ethan said, voice rough. "Make it strong,"
The omega poured something amber and slid it over. "It’s on the house."
Ethan downed it at a go. It burned all the way down.
"I’m sorry," he said. "...about earlier. I didn’t mean to touch you,"
The omega shrugged. "Forget it. You didn’t know so I’ll forgive you."
Ethan leaned closer.
"That host... he’s a dominant omega, isn’t he?"
The omega’s eyes widened.
"How’d you..."
"I know things," Ethan said. "The tattoos. What are they?"
The omega glanced around, then leaned in. "They are matching marks. He brands us. Then, the alpha who purchases us channels their pheromones through the tattoo. Like... binds us. We can’t leave no matter what, nor can we choose. We.... we can’t love anyone else."
Ethan’s jaw tightened. "Were you kidnapped?"
The omega nodded.
"All of us were. Do you think anyone in their right mind would want to be here? We can’t escape."
Ethan set the glass down. "I’ll get you out."
The omega laughed... sharp, bitter, but his eyes softened.
"You’re sweet. But give up. No one beats the Mafia that runs this place."
"I will," Ethan said. "I don’t care who they are."
The omega’s finger brushed Ethan’s hand.
"Then I’ll wait for you."
Ethan left the club, the cool night air hitting his face. He slid into his car, hands trembling after what he had witnessed.
He pulled out his phone and scrolled to a contact he hadn’t called in years.
’’Viktor Drago.’’
His thumb hovered over his screen.
’Why am I doing this?’
he asked himself as he leaned back.
The omega’s face flashed in his mind... ponytail, sharp eyes, that laugh. His cheeks flushed red as he used his hand to cover his mouth.
Ethan stared at the screen again as he exhaled deeply.
’Viktor is the only one who can help with this since the Mafia is the one running this club. I hope he won’t say no. But again... Am I really doing this for him?’
He thought to himself and looked at the club building again.
"Have I... found the one?"
The call connected.
But before Viktor could answer, Ethan’s phone buzzed with a new message.
From an unknown number.
A photo.
The bartender omega... bound, gagged, eyes wide with fear.
Unknown:
Interfere, and he’s next.
Ethan’s blood turned to ice. He immediately disconnected the call.