An Omega For Sale の小説・ストーリー

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.

“Stop staring at me like that.” Suddenly, the curtain in front of him opened from the other side. Someone stepped forward and pulled the first omega on the line forward. A man, dressed in neat clothes stood on the raised platform, ahead of the crowd of men seated below him. He held a wooden gavel in one hand, and a paper in the other. The men seated, had tables arranged before them, with wine and bottles of sparkling water placed on the table. “My lords, Alphas, Lycans and noble men, welcome to the 60th omega auction.” Gareth, the man at the podium with the gavel, addressed the crowd.

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.

Call me an omega? But her smile didn’t waver. “It’s 200,000 wolf coins. Will that be all?” I nodded stiffly, and she smiled wider. “Alright then. We have other fine items. In case you and the alpha king…” Another attendant nudged her sharply, and she stopped. “J… just in case you want more.” “O… of course,” I stuttered. She packed the item, and we paid, their heads dipping into a respectful bow as we left the store. Even after we stepped outside, my mind still felt hazy.

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.

Davina, the weak little Omega, was vowing revenge? Interesting. Very interesting.u me baby how much

“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.”