Chapter 1

Alone. Finally. He never thought the Betas would leave him alone tonight.

Groaning, he rolled over in his cell, looking at the gray brick walls that surrounded him. Through the stone walls, he could hear the whimpering of other trapped Omegas. He hated that they were all trapped here with no hope of escape. Every day just added to the never ending nightmare that they were forced to endure.

Bored, and in far too much pain to even attempt to sleep, he stood up and walked over to the door. He stood with his ear to the door for a long time, trying in vain to pick up any snatches of conversations that he could from the hall. All he managed to pick out were the words, "auction" and "shipment", which were two words that were no where near uncommon for him to hear. Sighing, he walked back over to his corner in the cell and laid on the dingy mat on the floor, curling into a ball.

Every part of him was on fire, but he did not possess the energy to care. Besides, the worse shape he was in, the less chance he had of being sold to an Alpha. He did not want to be sold to an Alpha. After years of torture in order to be prepared for an Alpha, he wanted nothing to do with them. He had come to a decision a long time ago that he'd rather die first than be someone's Omega.

Though he was in no state to sleep, his pain suddenly lulled him into a state of unconsciousness.

"You're an Alpha, a prince for goodness sakes, and you can't find one person in this whole kingdom that pleases you?"

Sherlock looked at his brother, rolling his eyes. He had heard this lecture one too many times for his taste. He just wanted to be left alone, to do as he pleased. He stared at his brother, studying him closely. His hair was askew, flipping up off the side. His royal garments hung about his body, the purple and gold colored linens hitting the white tile of the floor. His brother's eyes were hardened by disapproval and brotherly concern.

"Why should it be any concern of yours that I can't find a mate, Mycroft? Besides, you are the king, and you have a mate. What if I want to be mate less?"

"That's not how it works, Sherlock," said Mycroft, glaring at him. "You need to stop being so relaxed about this whole ordeal."

"I can do whatever I want." He glared back at you, his bright blue eyes flashing with rage momentarily.

"Sherlock, you have millions of suitors asking for your hand, can't you just pick one? For the sake of the kingdom? For the sake of our parents?"

Sherlock smirked. He always knew that his brother was running out of plays when he played the parent card.

"Don't play the parent card with me. You know that never works." He smirked. "You can't make a sociopath like me feel guilty for doing what he feels is right."

Mycroft growled, rolling his eyes.

"Sometime, you're going to have to grow up, Sherlock. If I were you, I'd do it soon."

Turning on his heel, he walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him, causing the slam to vibrate off the wall. He rolled his eyes, proceeding to lie back down on his bed. He didn't care that Mycroft was peeved with him. He could honestly care less. Ever since his brother ascended the throne, he thought that he was so superior. Mycroft may have rule over Britain, but he certainly didn't have any rule over what he decided to do in his life.

Besides, even if he wanted to mate, which he didn't, there was no one that proved themselves suitable enough. They were always to desperate. It was because of the fact that he was a prince that they felt they could throw themselves at him, and he would take them. He snorted as he allowed himself to think back on all of the pathetic suitors that had to deal with it the past. All the false promises, all the fancy gifts. He was sick of it all. There were days where he wished that he wasn't a prince, that he was just ordinary.

That was when a brilliant idea wormed its way into his brain. He sat up, grinning from ear to ear. He knew that Mycroft would disapprove of the idea, but he didn't really care. He knew that he had at least four hours tomorrow morning to get about before his next suitor arrived. He would find a way to sneak out of the castle and go to town to escape for a bit at that time, and manage to make it back in plenty of time to view his suitors.

He threw himself back onto his bed with a sigh. This would work out perfectly. He yawned, now tired and ready to embrace the day tomorrow.

AN: Just deciding to test the waters with an AU Omega!Lock. I hope you all enjoyed it! :D