Novel & Cerita An Omega For Sale

she whispers. “What?” I ask, stepping closer. “It’s a ledger,” she says, picking up a leather book. She opens it. She scans the pages. “These are records,” she says quietly. “Every Omega he’s sold is listed here.” My chest tightens. “Is Felix in there?” I ask. She flips through the pages, her fingers moving faster now. “O.M.B… yesterday,” she reads. “There’s a number beside it. That must be the buyer. And this… this looks like the price. In thousands.”

“If you have any information about that Omega we will pay you a reward. Twenty golden coins, this is my card. Contact us if you learn something about her. Good day sir.” “Thank you, I will.” Arya heard them leaving. Aron went inside only to see a scared pale face of Alice. “It’s OK, Arya right? What happened, why did you run away?” He looked concerned. As scared as she was, Arya knew she has to convince the boy to keep his mouth shut. “They wanted to sell me to some old Alpha.” She said quietly. Omega trafficking wasn’t nothing new, Aron nodded in understanding. “Don’t worry, you are safe with me. I won’t tell anybody about it.” He reassured her.

Alpha Jack finished. Luna Sara nodded. "I want her in our pack. I need to keep her safe" Sean said, passinately. The rest of the table nodded in agreement. She would be a great addition to pack too. And Omega that powerfully is extremely rare and she would help grow our numbers" Steve pointed out. Sean and Alpha Jack both growled.

Some because they dare not defy the Lycans and others were tempted by the millions of dollars that came with selling off their omegas. Marcus turned sharply, horror flickering across his face. "Can it be what I'm thinking?!”

For a moment, she was confused about whether to tell him the truth or lie about it. "Um, yes," she said, her voice faltering. "I come from an omega family, so I don't have a lot of resources. My friend’s family is sponsoring my education, but I wanted to earn a little for myself, sir.” The chairman looked at her sympathetically. "I understand," he said. "Well, in that case, we might have some opportunities for you to earn some extra money around here." Sabrina felt a sense of relief wash over her. She had managed to get out of a potentially awkward situation, and now she had the chance to get closer to the handsome chairman.

But in this darkness, Madame Maggie emerged as a beacon of hope, lately she has been secretly nourishing me with meals free of wolfsbane, risking her own safety for my well-being. School was my only respite but now am done with it, yet even there, Myra, Alpha Lowell's daughter, ensured my misery. A troublemaker and bully, she took delight in tormenting me both in the classroom and within the pack house walls. And then there was Luna Desi, Alpha Lowell's mate, whose very gaze could petrify. She was a force not to be trifled with, ensuring that I remained in the shadow of the label 'worthless omega.' So the ball wasn't just only about finding a mate to me; it's about breaking free from the ch

This pack holds so many secrets and lies, it's hard to tell what is real and what isn't. People are the main reason for that proclamation. Take Rosie, for example. She is so obsessed with Alpha Matthew's that even when she found out I was his mate, Me ... the useless, deaf orphan, she still beat the living daylights out of me for it and claimed that I would never be worthy of anyone else again. I think that really set my self-esteem off because I knew I wouldn't be. An omega lives by an agreement amongst other omegas ... never turn on each other. Never allow another to harm one of your own. You are the lowest of the rank; it doesn't get much lower than being an omega, and everyone of a highe

Davina's POV “Finally, I could have time to myself, sigh.” Wiping the sweat off my forehead, I took a deep breath as I reached out to my flute lying just beside my duffel bag which held everything I own. I was an omega; the lowest rank in the pack which was tough for me, not to talk about when you are being reminded of it each day. This was my predicament and each time I prayed to the moon goddess to help me. Nothing changed. She has been mute on me.

A sharp smack landed on her backside. "Stop it!" she cried out, swinging her cuffed arms, but whoever was touching her shifted away effortlessly. "Feisty!" the announcer laughed. "She’ll be beautiful to break." The announcer's voice lowered like he was telling a juicy secret. "And the best part. For those who will know what I am referring to. It's an omega." Excited murmurs rose in the hall. "Bidding starts at twenty thousand dollars!" Solange froze. She was being sold like livestock.

My family had sold me to settle their massive debt to the pack—debts from failed hunts, lost territories, and bad alliances. At twenty, I was an Omega, unmarked and untouched in ways that mattered, my body slim and pale, smooth from head to toe except for the faint trail of hair leading down from my navel. The crowd of Alphas leered from the shadows, their eyes raking over me like I was meat on a hook. I kept my gaze fixed on the floor, my heart hammering so loud I thought it might burst. The auctioneer, a grizzled Beta with a scar across his cheek, banged his gavel. “Lot twelve: Elias, virgin Omega, prime breeding stock. Bidding starts at ten thousand silver.”