Auctioned Omega Novels & Stories

“The Luna has an odd aura around her and the moon goddess is playing games with alpha Xavier because she is the one fated to destroy him and punish him for his sins.” “What sins? What the hell are you saying? I don't understand a single word coming from your mouth” I asked, my frustration rising to the surface. “That is the fate of the Omega.” The oracle continued. “I'm sorry, but there's nothing you can do to stop it. It has been engraved in the moon to happen, and soon enough, her fate will come to pass” I exhaled in frustration, trying to make sense of her words. “Okay. let's say that I believe you, and understand what you're saying; is there no way to stop this ‘fate’ of hers?”

One of them, a tall warrior with dark curls, steps forward and says softly, “Luna, these are for you. The pack wanted to thank you for being here… for existing.” My breath catches. “For existing?” He nods. “You are the first and only woman among us since the beginning of the punishment . The Goddess blessed us through you. You brought warmth where there was only duty.” Another omega steps closer, offering a simple string bracelet made from polished stones. “We made this together. It’s not much, but we wanted you to have something from us.” I stare at the gifts — the bright fruit, the fresh honey, the trembling sincerity in their hands — and I can’t speak for a long moment. “You didn’t have t

“Comes with the matchmaking territory. Speaking of preferences, what's your type? Polished and charming? Tattoos and chaos? Muscles? Dimples?” Lena groaned. “If someone could combine a dangerous edge with a clean shirt and decent manners? I’d marry him on sight.” Calliope froze for the briefest second. Oh no. Lena knew that look. “You already like someone,” Calliope declared triumphantly. “No.” Lena pointed at her sternly. “Do not start. I was just thinking about the two men from the elevator. They were ridiculously attractive. That’s all.” “They are,” Calliope said smugly. “My nephew and his Omega. Handsome boys.”

"I don't have any relationship with—" "No?" He rises from his chair, circling me slowly. His gaze crawls over my body like insects. "That's a shame. Because there are... other ways to settle a debt. You might be wolfless, but you're not bad-looking. Certain clients on the underground market pay well for... unique merchandise." My blood turns to ice. "You'd be surprised what people will pay for an Omega." His breath is hot on my neck. "Especially one with no pack to come looking for her."

"It's not like that." "Then what is it like?" I challenged, leaning forward. "Because from where I'm sitting, it sounds an awful lot like I'm just a task you've been given." Jace exhaled sharply, running a hand through his dark hair. "Look, when an unclaimed omega shows up in pack territory, it's a big deal. It doesn't happen often. And when it does, there are... protocols." "Protocols," I repeated flatly. “Yes protocols.” He exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over his jaw. "If it helps…We volunteered."

Maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t invisible to him. My wolf stirred in me, but it was weak, silent-just as it had been for years. The bond we should have shared had been fractured the day I turned eighteen, the day the wolf inside me never woke up. I had been marked as weak, nothing more than an omega in a pack that only valued strength. A burden to be carried, an afterthought. But today-today felt like it was going to be different. I had dressed carefully, hoping my appearance might catch his attention. A fleeting glance. A smile, even.

Soon, the event began and groans filled the hall as we lined up on stage with other girls to be auctioned. The first girl stepped forward and the auctioneer gestured towards her. "A dark skinned omega, tall and chubby. Who would be willing to have such great asset at 500 pieces of gold!" The baldheaded man shrilled and a man raised his hand. "500 pieces of gold down." "600!" Another man yelled. "800 pieces of gold!" A voice screamed from the middle of the hall. The auctioneer was pleased by the men's interest in the girl and greedily, he raised the price.

It helped me protect what little of me was remaining. “Next!” The auctioneer’s voice rang out across the hall and just like that I was pushed up to the stage and the hall erupted into a fit of laughter. The auctioneer’s hammer sounded across loudly and it brought the room to a still. “The next purchase for you able gentlemen is a steal. She is an omega, twenty-five, she is also pure–is a virgin….” “Ohhhh……” the hall erupted with dirty snarls coming from the most powerful people from the state.

The moment Edmund saw who had arrived, his face turned deathly pale. Amy, however, still acted all high and mighty. She even dared to shout rudely at Mom, "Who are you? How dare you barge into the Alpha's room? Get out!" Mom sized Amy up coldly and said, "So you are that shameless Omega?" At the word Omega, Amy's expression soured. "I will soon become this pack's Luna. You'd better show me respect, or I'll have you thrown out of the pack!"

Like I was some artifacts, or maybe I am. I forced myself to look up, to hold my head up high until my eyes met brown ones. It was brown but dark in some way. I hated how my body shivered subconsciously. What was that? I averted my gaze and a loud voice blared within the large hall. “This, as you can see, is a rare breed. A virgin omega,” the auctioneer, a bald, ugly man, stepped closer to where I was. “Age 19 and of course, very pleasing to the eyes and in bed.” He cackled.