Novel & Cerita An Omega For Sale

"I don't have any relationship with—" "No?" He rises from his chair, circling me slowly. His gaze crawls over my body like insects. "That's a shame. Because there are... other ways to settle a debt. You might be wolfless, but you're not bad-looking. Certain clients on the underground market pay well for... unique merchandise." My blood turns to ice. "You'd be surprised what people will pay for an Omega." His breath is hot on my neck. "Especially one with no pack to come looking for her."

You wouldn’t believe what happened next! Alpha Genesis’ POV: “You’re going right?” My beta asked me, staring. “I’m not sure it’s appropriate, Dickson.” I said. About 2 weeks ago I had gotten an email saying I was invited to an omegas birthday party. I didn’t think it was appropriate to go to someone’s birthday party that was in my pack unless I actually knew them. I definitely did not know this one. Also, everyone would expect me to go to their birthday parties if I show up to hers. Wouldn’t they?…

“You’re not in a police station, sweetheart.” Cold terror flooded my veins. “Then where am I?” He chuckled. “You’re in a sale house and you are about to be sold to the highest bidder.” The words didn’t register at first. Sale house? And I was going to be Sold to the highest bidder? Like… like in an auction? Like… as a slave? My pulse roared in my ears. “You’re pranking me, stop it!,” I whispered. “Am I? Let’s just wait and see who will buy you.” He tilted his head mockingly. “You’re an omega, after all. No one with any sense will want a filthy Omega.”

’ Bellatrix thought in self-mockery. Even at that price, no one was willing to buy her. Compared to those girls who were already sold and seated on their buyer's lap, she wasn’t worth looking at indeed. The auctioneer was adamant about not giving up, declaring, "This Omega is a virgin!" Upon hearing this, a tan-skinned man of average height raised his plaque, “I bid $100,” “$280,” “$500. I’m taking her,” that obese man said, daring those around him to lift their plaques.

He knew that I was going to be sent to a place that was going to be worse than this pack. My legs wanted to give up. I felt tears sting my eyes. I didn’t want to stay. I needed to run away, even if I was going to die in the process. I didn’t want to be anyone’s prostitute. “Good day, Alphas. Welcome to this year’s annual Omega auction. We present to you every year, one of our Omegas to you at a giveaway price. As normal, we are going to give her away to whoever bids the highest. I present to you today, Omega Marsai.” The pack’s Beta blared through the speakers in the four walls of the hall.

Seth said to his father bitterly. “It’s not wrong for me to want to protect my pack. And do you have any idea how many alphas would want to have a gifted omega in their pack? A gifted omega is the most precious gift a pack could ever have. They are very precious and special and also very rare. So you should be thankful I want you to mate with him”. The alpha said. He began to think that maybe if he took his parents hostage then he was going to come back and do what he wanted him to do.

I could not help myself. “Why would I reject you? We are mates. Tell me why.” He demanded to know. “I am an omega. They say my mother was banished. I have been an omega for as long as I can remember.” I told him and felt shame wash over me as I twiddled with my fingers. He let out a low growl and caused me to recoil into the corner of the bed. “Victoria, I assure you that I will do nothing. Those who have harmed you in any way will be dealt with accordingly. Mark my words.” He said, leaning over to kiss my forehead.

Emily stood tall, gazing at Zack with courage. "What's wrong with being an omega? Don't bring social strata into this," she said firmly. She wanted to assert that despite their differences in social status, they were both wolves. Her statement reflected her bravery in addressing an often-taboo issue. Emily sought to demonstrate that her identity did not define her worth and that she would not let stereotypes influence her view of herself or Zack. Her bold and straightforward demeanor momentarily silenced Zack, making him realize that Emily wasn't just talking about herself but also challenging the norms around them. Emily's assertiveness marked an important moment in their interaction, addin

Aside from being unwanted by my parents and the whole pack, I was also an omega. Omegas are the lowest-ranking wolves, and we are usually bullied. Some of us didn't wolf out, and the others that did are simply low-borns. No one would really like to take an omega as a chosen mate. So it is usually an omega male wolf that takes an omega she wolf. That is why, if Mike really won't ask for my hand this time, then I'm done. This shitty expectation: who in Goddess' name made this cruel rule of ours? The saddest bit of it, if I have any right to be sad, is that all of this will happen on my birthday. As if it lost its meaning of being a joyful occasion since every birthday of mine, something cruel

“Next, lot number seventeen! A healthy Omega female, proven fertility, excellent bloodline for servitude…” The girls who were brought out were all Omegas. The lowest rank in wolf society. Some were trembling. Some had dead eyes. They were sold one by one—not as mates, but as servants, breeders, property. The buyers bid with casual nods, as if they were purchasing livestock.