An Omega For Sale Novels & Stories

After walking around for a while, I decided to try the omega to see if anyone had any useful information for me or maybe one of them would have a change of heart and decide to speak up for her. But the omega in the pack house are even worse than her schoolmates because they wouldn’t even give me a chance to speak with them, They don’t want to hear anything about Heather, and they made up pretty clear that they are not interested in whatever I have to offer. The only omega that agreed to talk claims she is not interested in my money or job. She wants to be my mistress and it’s either that or she won’t talk to me.

She looks at her beta again and he shrugs. "Why do you think you're scum because you're an omega? We wouldn't be anywhere without our omegas. They make sure we have clean clothes, equipment, fresh food. They are not our slaves. They are pack members who contribute just like everyone else." I just stare at her confused. "No? Omega's are slaves. We aren't part of the pack. We're underneath everyone else." "Who told you this? I think I'd like to meet this person who thinks every pack member isn't equal."

Liam can't find the right words, but I somehow understand how he feels right now. “If you may, m-ma'am Carina.” I start. She seems to remember that I'm there because she looks at me with a surprised look. Guess, she's getting too emotional. “You may have heard that your son has found his mate... but you probably haven't heard that I was previously an omega.” I say, smiling bitterly. If I felt ashamed that I was an omega before, somehow, I feel a sense of pride now. How could I have let myself to be so down over the fact that I was an omega? Sure, living life as one was hard, but I found strength in being one.

Enzo Moretti sits in the VIP section, one leg crossed over the other, silver eyes scanning the stage with cool detachment, ignoring the murmurs around him. The auction begins. A delicate female Omega with long silver hair and pale skin is the first to be paraded under the spotlight. Her movements show this one was clearly trained, a pure blooded wolf, very expensive. Bidding starts at twenty million and quickly climbed to forty million. Enzo didn't raise his paddle. Another Omega followed --a tall, athletic male with golden-brown skin and striking amber eyes. This was was obviously desperate to serve, swinging his hips as he paraded across the stage.

Athena and Grey hadn't spent a lot of money setting up The Omega Team offices. She'd contributed part of her retirement fund she'd cashed out at the police department, but the bulk of it had come from him, a nest egg left to him by his best friend killed in Afghanistan. They lived in the little two-bedroom house in West Tampa that had been Lucky's, comfortable and low maintenance. For the agency, though, they'd purchased an old warehouse in a commercial district. They'd walled off half of it for offices. The other held their sophisticated electronics and communications center. She'd told Grey when they had it set up she thought he might be able to run the entire country from there.

Aldric added, and that made Kael realize he was talking to another Alpha from a different pack. “That Omega should be in New York, but none of them know that. If they ever contact you again, tell them she’s in your pack, and if they want her, they’ll have to figure out what Kael’s up to,” Aldric said firmly. Kael immediately left the door and walked toward the exit of the packhouse. When he reached it, he didn’t bother checking if anyone was watching. Instead, he walked out with calm confidence so it wouldn’t look suspicious.

She glares at me, hurling a pan that strikes my chest and makes me stoop. "Really, who do you think you are speaking to? I am your future Luna, so stop talking, you omega!" Her voice was heard clearly. As the weakest members of the pack, omegas are more prone to injury, fatigue, and weakened immune systems than warriors, deltas, gamma, or betas. Being called omega should not feel insulting because of what she is referring to, but because of what she is referring to, it hurt me. The pain in my chest felt like something had broken in that frying pan.

“Ahh, if you don’t like it, we can always see if we can buy a home nearby. “Whoa there lover boy, we aren’t anything right now, you need to come back like a million steps.” “Ah but I don’t want to, I’m all in little omega.” I growl. Her face dropped and her color went white. “What did you just call me?” she whispered her eyes wide, darting side to side. She couldn’t get anywhere, thankfully we were stuck in the elevator as it took us to my place. “Little Omega.” I say again, “I figured it out from your scent. It’s no wonder your ex wanted to force a bond. You are rare, powerful, but rare.”

I knew none of the girls in the truck would be able to answer that so I settled for asking questions I felt they might be able to answer. For a moment, no one in the truck spoke and just when I was about to give up, thinking I wouldn’t get an answer, the girl closest to me finally broke the silence. “They are from the Omega Auction House and they specialize in selling young, beautiful, obedient omegas to the highest bidder.” She said quietly and at her words a fresh bursts of tears erupted from me. I had just managed to finally escape the SilverMoon Pack after years of enduring pain and torture and now I had landed in another hell.

Because he knew that he had lost the battle. He was shocked when he heard about Hamileja. Hamileja was an old village with a bunch of Omegas. He was a businessman of Omega trafficking. Each year he caught a lot of omega from there and sold them. Some of the omega's parents sold their own daughter to him because they felt their child was a burden to them. So it was easy for him to get omegas. Before attacking The Rivermoon pack, he did all of that.