An Omega For Sale Novels & Stories

“Twenty four years old, unmated, rare coloring. Look at that auburn hair, gentlemen. And those curves…” His hand gestured toward my barely covered body, and bile rose in my throat. But I didn’t look down. I looked everyone of them in the face as they laughed and sneered at me. I was going to remember their faces and I vowed to myself to remember everyone that spat on me. One day, I won’t be the helpless omega they knew and I would take my revenge. “Do I hear five thousand?” The auctioneer’s eyes gleamed. “Five thousand for this prime specimen? She’s unspoiled, despite her crimes. Perfect for domestic service or…” he paused meaningfully, “personal use.”

I was on my feet before the dust even began to settle. Freya staggered, taking one step, then two, and then her wolf shook, half-shifted, and then pulled back. She dropped to one knee with her hand on the sand. Her face was tight with effort. She was fighting it, whatever it was, as she tried to stay up. Omega-bane. That's what it was. A substance that suppressed Omegas specifically, weakened the connection to their wolf side, and made shifting nearly impossible. It was extremely illegal and very hard to get.

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

he reminded him. "It can be revived if I can get an omega" Haynes explained further. "Which you were unable to find after searching many communities of werewolves for years. Or are you planning to send me to the werewolves so that I could get bitten and become a 'floater' like you?" Sergeanti laughed hysterically. He had discovered his plans. Haynes was a very dubious dishonest and wicked wizard. "No, you don't need to go and search for any werewolves because an omega is lurking in Greenford right now" Haynes ascertained.

Ronan took the first bite without shame. Calliope watched them fondly. “You two worry too much.” Silas’s smile faltered. “We just… want this to work.” Her expression softened. “It will. But the right woman for an Alpha–Omega triad isn’t simple to find. She has to carry pieces of both your souls. She has to be strong enough for Ronan’s fire and tender enough for your emotional depth. rare combination.” Ronan looked away. The truth was heavy. “We’ve met dozens of candidates. None of them sparked anything.”

Damon laughed as if I was funny. I can't lose here because even though I'm an omega, I'm strong! I will not let myself be defeated in front of Amoux. Being an omega is a big shame for him, so I have to be good at fighting. Who said that a personal doctor can only do treatment? Because I'll make sure I'm different.

Above him stood three dark shapes in the moonlight. Wolves. But not from his old pack. Their scent was strange. “Please,” Aeris croaked. “I don’t know you. I didn’t do anything.” “We know who you are,” the tallest one said. A woman with a silver braid knelt beside him. “The scentless one. The omega who shouldn’t exist.” “Then you know I’m not worth killing.” “That’s where you’re wrong,” she said, drawing a knife that gleamed in the moonlight. “Your death is worth everything.”

"Omegas are rare as hell these days. We could easily dump him on the black market." "Yeah, no kidding," the driver chimed in, sounding suddenly excited. "An omega in prime condition would fetch a king's ransom underground. I know a broker in the lower districts who would pay us enough to permanently retire from this mercenary shit. We wouldn't ever have to look at the boss's face again." A cold dread flooded my veins.

He added. “ Oh!.” I exclaimed, almost forgetting I was Emily and also Khloe. “ I will be fine. I will go.” I added and stepped out of my seat, heading towards the maid. Only I don’t know where it is. “Can you lead the way, please?.” I told her the one differed from the five I had met earlier today, and it made me wonder how many omegas worked here. Omegas were the lowest of all packs. They were called the bottom of the bottom, and most lived on the outskirts of most kingdoms. Only the lucky ones get to work for other Wolves.

Then he told me something I had never expected, something that felt beyond everything I knew. "Many years ago, maybe twenty years back, there was a prophecy in the old werewolf pack," he began. "It said that someone would be born with a power beyond anything else, a power gifted by the Moon Goddess herself." This person wouldn't be a werewolf, but if someone were to get close to them, specifically, to have intercourse with them, they would gain incredible power and wealth. Even that person’s fated mate would receive unbelievable strength and riches. Jack looked me in the eye and said that for all these years, the packs had believed this person would be a girl, which was why no one had paid m