An Omega For Sale Novels & Stories

What did I think about what? “It’s up to you Carter, I’m just here to assist.” He didn’t seem to notice that I wasn’t paying attention. “It’s a silly idea anyway. My numbers have dwindled these past months, no point selling off what’s left. Not like they don’t deserve it.” He was thinking of selling off more wolves? Surely he had run out of Omegas by now. “How do you still have Omegas left to sell?” I asked out of shock and without thinking it through.

“I’ve gathered information. Apparently, several omegas have been escaping the territory at night… sneaking out to meet with humans.” “...they’re exchanging gold bars for…” He paused. “In exchange for freshly dead human bodies. Or more likely… corpses.” I felt a chill crawl up my spine. When those words rang in my ears, I covered my mouth with both hands. "A group of mostly male omegas is the one practicing such an act. They have what's called a leader, someone who leads the group in gathering precious gemstones or even gold bars... so they can buy freshly deceased human bodies to eat."

Even without a wolf's scent, my instincts were screaming. ​A man stepped into the sickly yellow light of the neon sign. He didn't smell like a wolf. He didn't even smell entirely human. He smelled like ozone, old parchment, and burnt circuitry. He was an Outcaster—a "Static," one of the rare humans who lived on the fringes of the Lycan corporate world, surviving by selling the one thing wolves couldn't master: pure, unadulterated data. ​"Nobody is looking for me," I rasped. My voice sounded like it had been dragged over gravel. "I'm an Omega. I'm nothing."

Omegas are still seen and being treated as nothing but objects, not humans. “Based on what I have gathered, there has never been news yet that an omega from this club has been sold. But just because it has never happened does not mean it cannot happen. I am sure we can do something to make it happen. Like, offer them millions? Surely they can't say 'no' to that.“

An omega to be sold when it suited him. Lord Ulric Duskbane was no better. Heavyset with graying hair and calculating brown eyes, he always carried a cane, though no one knew if he truly needed it. He was the Pack’s financial head, the one who controlled the wealth, and he only cared about one thing! Which was money. He was the one who profited most from the omega trade. He saw me as property. Something to be used and discarded when I no longer held value. Then there was Lord Vance. He was quiet, always watching, waiting for weakness. If Kieran ever showed even the smallest sign of faltering, Vance would be the first to challenge him. I have been observant to know each of their schemes.

Worth a fortune. Hundreds of powerful alphas sat in the dark seats below, eyes hungry as they stared at me. My small perky tits with pink nipples already hard from the cool air. My flat stomach. My smooth, shaved pussy that had never been touched by any cock. My long legs trembled slightly as the auctioneer walked around me, showing me off like a prize horse. “Lot number 47,” the auctioneer announced loudly. “Pure omega virgin. Heat scent just beginning to bloom. Tight, fertile, and completely unbroken. Perfect for breeding strong heirs. Bidding starts at five million gold.”

Also, it will be listed as scheduled. Third, to compensate for the injured hearts of the vast number of female consumers, the omega company declared again that it will soon send off a web-based sales model! To address the issues of the masses, you can purchase real gems without going out! what's more, the main ten winners will be drawn and offered for nothing!" Jared finished speaking in one breath, the crowd was worked up. "President Jared sudden difference in sales model can't be because there are insufficient goods?" Suddenly a correspondent from the crowd asked a question.

replies alpha Frank. “then who are we talking about” Archer takes places his butt atop the table. “we are all ears Jeremy” speaks beta Harrison. “charlotte Romero. The former Alpha’s daughter” Jeremy’s voice came out in slow pauses; he knew a female never holds position in the moonstone pack. “will you take back those words! you know where women belong” growls Alpha Frank. “anywhere they want to be, don’t you think so Jeremy, women. Belong. Where. They want to be” Archer smiles at the end of his sentence, and with a sudden jump he gets off the table.

I repeat in shock. From here, I can detect his shadow nodding his head. "Yes. He put up a sign for an omega from the Flynn pack for sale, and a few of us made the bids-" "Bids? For people? What kind of monsters bid over other people?" I ask incredulously. He releases an exhale and continues as if I didn't just interrupt him. "Since a Flynn omega is relatively rare at the moment, you sold quite quickly, my dear." My skin crawls at the endearment.

I thought I knew how hard a life an Omega has, but it turns out I still underestimated it. Omegas are the lowest rank in a pack. Their sin is not having a wolf in a werewolf pack, nothing else. They are dumped with the worst jobs and lamest resources. They get nothing, not even respect, or simply some appreciation for what they do for the pack when their job is actually essential. But that’s not their worst fate. I didn’t know there are people who kidnap Omegas for a living, to sell them to places far from their pack, and there are actually huge profits in it.