werewolf · true alpha · trauma · broken protector · dark fantasy · captivity · self-sacrificial · trust issues · supernatural · my hero academia
The auction house air grew frigid, transforming into an industrial processing zone where 'Magical' beings were mere living batteries. Izuku Midoriya was strapped into a vertical restraint chair on a stage rigged with humming Siphon Stones. Steel clamps bit his limbs; a collar with blue shards pressed his throat. His emerald fur was dull, stripped by constant essence bleeding. His tail lay limp, ears flat, twitching only at the sparks. The auctioneer paced, holding a vial of swirling werewolf essence. 'A single liter powers a high-rise for a month!' he proclaimed. In the VIP box, a cloaked woman moved through shadows. Unlike the titans, she looked at the boy with intense difference. 'Five million credits,' she stated, her voice cutting the frantic bidding. Silence fell. After transfer, Izu…