Auctioned Omega Novels & Stories

The way her face had gone pale as she held onto Zoe in that crowded room, pretending she couldn’t hear them? I knew it wouldn’t actually fix anything, but at least it was something. A little gift to lift her spirits, make her realize that although many seemed to believe she was worthless simply for being an Omega, that she wasn’t worthless to me or the girls. And besides, after everything my mother had put her through, it was the least I could do. “Forty thousand,” I called out as I lifted the paddle again. “Forty thousand to Alpha Donovan,” the auctioneer called out in response. “Do I hear forty-five?”

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.

me as he finally reached me.“You’re my mate,” I said quietly, knowing fully well that he knew that. I didn’t know whether to smile or not.Alpha Kaelen’s gaze never wavered past my face. He towered over me with an unreadable expression. My body trembled, but it wasn’t in fear. The mate bond tugged harder at me, and I could tell from how he winced that he felt it too.Before I could open my mouth and say something else, his next words stopped me in my tracks.“What an utter disgrace.”It wasn’t just the words that struck me across the face like a slap. It was the way he said it so coldly and so cruelly, like were not standing in the midst of all these people. I held my breath in surprise.“You’re

“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.

he asked, “to see the word made flesh? All those vague warnings about *custody*, *assessment*, *compliance*—now you’ve met their concrete counterparts.” “It feels like a very tidy cage,” I said. “With good lighting.” “And yet,” he mused, “under all the tidiness, you’re still an unregistered omega with Lunaris blood, now publicly confirmed. The law calls that a *recoverable asset under extraordinary jurisdiction.*” “Catchy,” I said. “Do they put that on the auction catalog, or just whisper it to the VIPs?” His eyes glinted. “You assume the auction is where this ends.”

Omegas sold like trash. Now it was real. Darkness swallowed the edges. Spotlights stabbed the center stage. Shadows hid the buyers,rich wolves, heartless, eyes hungry. Other omegas slumped against walls. Eyes dead. Some cried silent tears. Most just stared blank. “Next lot!” The auctioneer bellowed. “Fresh. Some bonds intact. Wolves still strong.” Lies. They shoved Eryx onstage with four others. Light blinded him. He felt their stares,like hands picking him apart.

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

Though the intense mix of the crowd's pheromones did not affect him, the overwhelming scents of dominance and desire were immediately taking their toll on the frightened people inside the cages. With a dramatic flourish, the Beta opened the cage door and pulled one Omega out. The Omega was dressed in nothing more than sheer, transparent lingerie. At the sight of him, multiple Alphas immediately began shouting bids. The Omega, trembling but calculating, also played his part, swaying his body seductively to drive the price even higher. He was eventually sold for $150 million. His new master, the successful bidder, demanded he approach him right away. The Beta signaled the Omega to go to his ne

"Well, I have heard that she does not own a wolf. I believe she does not yet have one, considering her age. Why would she want to replace her former Alpha with the Luna?" All three lay in silence, filled with disgust. "I have heard Cassidy sounds like a good fit. Omegas frequently utilize other people to the point where they become irrelevant, as though their identity is unimportant. To the best of my knowledge, omegas are highly common. Nevertheless, we are human beings with feelings too. Carter needs to be located. He has not heard from the head omega. The omegas were running around, I heard. A young omega asked, "You think something bad happened to our cute omega boy?" My cheeks felt as t

Now, watching my work reduced to rubble, my wolf let out a faint, hollow sigh. I typed back a brief reply: [It looks sturdy.] A few moments later, my grandmother dispatched another image. [Lardon... does this belong to your personal kit?] The image revealed a small, silver-cased lip-balm resting on a marble shelf. I recognized the delicate silver crest instantly—it belonged strictly to an Omega of high pureblood standing. It was not mine. Mireya Duskrell had left it behind. Its location? The nursery suite—the high chamber originally carved out for my future pups.