Throughout the next hour many alphas shuffle in and out of the room, walking down the line and inspecting every single omega before picking one or leaving alone. Most alphas simply look and continue on, but several stop long enough to touch. Yuri locks eyes and glares at any alpha that dares to touch him, clenching his teeth. Most of the alphas that inspect him decide he's too skinny.

One particular alpha with perfectly styled silver hair and piercing blue eyes stops at him, inspecting him with an interested hum. He holds Yuri's chin, manipulating his head to get a better look, completely unflinching at Yuri's cold glare. "You look like you'd be rather fun to break. I break omegas for a living though. I'd prefer not to bring my work into the bedroom. You're far too skinny as well. I need a nice plump omega to fill with cubs as soon as possible."

Yuri doesn't care much what the alpha says, knowing he's speaking to himself more than to the omega.

He watches as the alpha moves on to Yuuri, inspecting him with more attention to detail noticing the slightly pudgy weight of the black haired omega. Yuuri keeps his eyes down submissively. After hearing that he's an omega breaker no omega would be excited to have the silver haired alpha as a mate.

Yuri can smell the fear Yuuri excretes upon the alpha's inspection. Yuri can't help but feel bad for him, knowing he no longer sees himself as 'lucky' as the silver haired alpha chooses him and leads him out of the room.

Yuri looks down at his feet, frowning softly. There's no such thing as a good alpha. He's told himself this for ever since he presented. Some may be better than others, but that doesn't make them good. He gets wrapped up in these thoughts as more alphas shuffle in and out. He makes a point to glare at each one, and it seems to keep them away. That is until the final alpha of the day walks in.

This alpha is rather large in stature, wearing a pair of expensive jeans, a white t-shirt and a leather jacket that probably cost more than the price tag the government put on Yuri's own life. His black hair is short and styled in an undercut, his brown eyes hard as he looks along the row of omegas. He walks down the aisle with an emotionless expression that is rather off putting. When his eyes match Yuri's cold glare he immediately walks straight for the defiant omega.

Just as the silver haired alpha had done, he takes a hold of Yuri's jaw and forces the omega to tilt his face up to get a better look at him. His dark browns gaze directly into Yuri's turquoise orbs, seeming to admire them. "You look like a challenge, little omega. I do enjoy a good challenge. Especially with eyes as ready for a fight as yours are."

Yuri glares colds, trying to pull his face away, gritting his teeth and resisting the urge to bite the hand that holds his face.

The tall black haired alpha seems to notice the inner struggle the omega is having, though doesn't comment on it, walking around the small blonde to inspect him better. The alpha takes note of the fact that the clothing the omega is wearing hangs off of him loosely. Without a word of warning he takes a hold of the blonde's shirt and lifts it to get a better look at just how skinny he is, frowning at the sharp bones he can see. He could every one of this omega's ribs.

The alpha glances back at Yakov, ignoring the omega that quickly pushes his shirt down and shoots him yet another icy glare. "I expect a discount on him. He's going to take months to get to a healthy breeding weight and it's clear his hands and knees are injured."

Yuri grits his teeth, insulted that the alpha saw him as damaged goods that wasn't even worth full price. He crosses his arms, already trying to figure out how best to get himself out of this situation.

Yakov seems to think it over for a few moments before he nods. "I can make that happen."

The alpha nods a bit, looking satisfied with this answer. "Very good. I will take him now then." He reaches over to take a hold of Yuri's hand. "Of course I would like him to have a full exam before we go. I read his file. I'd rather not take home a street cat that's going to give me some disease."

Yuri rips his hand away at these words, hissing furiously. This was the final insult that Yuri was willing to take silently. "I am not a whore! I do not spread my legs for alphas. I'll be damned if I spread them for you."

The alpha only seems mildly amused at the outburst from the omega that already intrigues him so much. "Are you telling me you're a virgin, little one? I appreciate your disclosure of that information."

Yuri is rather startled by the assumption, glaring at him icily and crossing his arms, regretting the way this boneheaded alpha interpreted his words. While it's true he had fought tooth and nail to ensure no one touches him, he didn't need this alpha seeing it as some accomplishment to be the first. If Yuri has any say he'll make sure this doesn't end up the case.

Yakov breaks Yuri's train of thought as he looks to the alpha. "Of course, a full exam is warranted as we haven't had the chance to give him a full exam yet. He just arrived to us yesterday. We wouldn't sell an omega knowing he was diseased. Come, I'll lead you to the exam room." He turns to the alpha who was watching from the corner. "Christophe, please go ensure the physician is ready for us." Christophe nods before walking out to do so.

The dark haired alpha places a hand on the small of Yuri's back, nudging the resistant omega forward to follow Yakov from the room. Yuri has not intentions of behaving through this. He doesn't need an exam. He especially doesn't want the exam either, but has no chance to resist much as the alpha keeps a firm hand on him to guide him to the examination room.

"It's time to strip, small one." Yakov orders, looking to the blonde.

Yuri can't fight back the laugh as he pulls away from the alpha who intends to purchase him. "I'll do no such thing!" His eyes flick around to search for an escape while remaining cautious of the two alphas in the room with him.

He doesn't think to look at the door behind him that a beta doctor emerges from with a syringe, quickly and quietly pushing the needle into Yuri's bare arm. Yuri flinches at the small pinch and the following burn as the liquid enters his body. He clenches his teeth angrily, quickly darting away. Much to his dismay he finds his legs rather heavy and wobbly under him.

The dark eyed alpha steps forward, wrapping an arm around Yuri's waist to steady him, looking to the doctor with a rather disapproving look. "Was that really necessary?"

The doctor shrugs lightly. "Did you expect him to behave himself? It's only a light sedative to calm him down a bit. He'll remain conscious."

The alpha sighs in annoyance. "Very well." He picks Yuri up carefully, laying him on the exam table and stepping back, letting the physician handle sliding the shorts off of Yuri's hips and lift his shirt over his head.

Yuri has the intention of resisting and getting the hell out of this situation, but his arms and legs feel so heavy and his mind becomes foggy. He remains painfully aware through the exam though as his body is touched and prodded at. He doesn't become truly upset and panicked until suddenly his legs are being lifted and placed into stirrups.

He weakly tries to lift them back out of the stirrups, clenching his teeth as he shakes his head. "S-Stop! D-Don't touch me!" His orders fall on deaf ears though as the doctor continues with the exam. Yuri hisses in pain as lubed instruments are slid into him with the intent of stretching him open to allow the physician a good view inside him and the chance to collect the needed samples.

Despite his weak struggles the doctor continues.

Yuri has never felt such shame and humiliation as he does in this moment, stretched open and practically on display for the physician and three alphas that stand in the room. He does his best to glare and stay strong, but even then he feels tears of frustration prickle at the corners of his eyes.

The alpha who intends to purchase Yuri doesn't stare much at the omega's body, instead more interested in the eyes of the skinny blonde. He steps forward to gently stroke his soft blonde locks. "Just relax, omega. It'll be over quickly." He murmurs gently. "Then we can go home."

Yuri manages to gather enough defiance to glare at the alpha, despite the fact that he finds the gentle touch to his hair comforting. "Fuck you." He hisses softly through gritted teeth.

The alpha simply rolls his eyes, waiting for the physician to finish before he carefully redresses the omega and picks him up. Despite his annoyance at the blonde he still uses a great deal of care in being gentle with him, convinced that a touch that's too harsh may break one of the delicate and brittle bones that poke through the omega's skin. He pays for his omega and carries him out to the car.

Yuri continues to glare, unable to do much more in his drugged state. He's relieved once they're outside of the omega house, but hates that he has no chance at escape as the alpha sets him in the passenger seat of his expensive black car and makes sure he's buckled in.

Yuri feels dread in the pit of his stomach on the ride home, the alpha resting a hand on his thigh most of the ride home. Yuri remains tense, staring out the window to try and memorize the streets they pass to ensure he knows the area for when he gets the chance to escape. He prays he has the chance to get away before anything is done to him that can't be reversed. He has no desire to have this alpha as a mate. He's not going to submit without a fight.