An Omega For Sale Novels & Stories

She asked. Lexie's senses came flying back then. What had she just done? From the get-go, her plan had been to make it through this party by keeping her head down. If no one noticed her, she could return to her room in one piece. That wouldn't be happening now, because she had gone and run her mouth. The second woman sniffed the air, and immediately frowned. "Are you an omega?" The question was like a blow in Lexie's guts. Following suit, the first woman sniffed Lexie's scent. "My gosh, you really are an omega!" She confirmed.

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.

I was right to think sick things were done to him. “Again, I do not remember but whatever must have transpired between you and my alter ego isn’t any of my concern, this is between us both now. And as I said, I want to make a deal with you. The Omega for the information.” “You must think I’m stupid. Omegas are sold cheap, Rex but of course, you have no idea.” “No, actually. You are one of the few Alphas I hold in high esteem. Why come all the way here when you can get another for cheap? You clearly said they aren’t worth much.”

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.”

The omega. Orchid.

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 sighed, my shoulders slumping slightly. ‎“I’ll explain,” he continued before I could speak, his tone turning more serious again. “The reason we’re careful with Omegas…” ‎I listened closely as he spoke. ‎“Beta Benjamin once had a mate. She was an Omega….rogue, just like you. He marked her, claimed her.” ‎My fingers tightened slightly around the glass. ‎“But she was greedy,” he went on, his expression darkening. “She wanted power. And one day… another Alpha claimed her as his mate too.”

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.