Auctioned Omega Novels & Stories

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.

However, her gaze inadvertently met Benjamin's. Ignoring him, she looked away calmly. The auction continued. "Next, we have our fifth item up for auction, an Omega men's watch donated by Mr. Xander Fulton from Futurelink Corporation, with a starting price of 500 thousand dollars." As the host's voice trailed off, Sherry, seated in the back, was the first to raise her paddle. "One million dollars." Her bid created quite a stir among the audience. People turned to look at her. Yet Sherry merely smiled, displaying an unwavering determination.

“You’re not in a police station, sweetheart.” Cold terror flooded my veins. “Then where am I?” He chuckled. “You’re in a sale house and you are about to be sold to the highest bidder.” The words didn’t register at first. Sale house? And I was going to be Sold to the highest bidder? Like… like in an auction? Like… as a slave? My pulse roared in my ears. “You’re pranking me, stop it!,” I whispered. “Am I? Let’s just wait and see who will buy you.” He tilted his head mockingly. “You’re an omega, after all. No one with any sense will want a filthy Omega.”

She stumbles onto the stage, her eyes glazed from drugs. The bidding is fast and brutal. She sells for eight thousand dollars. The second girl goes for twelve thousand. Then they call my number. "Number thirteen!" the auctioneer shouts. "Fresh rejection. Omega. Perfect for breeding or personal use." Rough hands shove me forward. I stumble onto the stage, the harsh lights blinding after the darkness of the holding room. I can feel their eyes on me. Dozens of hungry, cruel gazes traveling over my half-naked body.

My heart pounded in my chest, dread seeping into every fibre of my being, mixing with my blood that was slowly running dry. I had heard the rumours. I knew what awaited me. Omegas were auctioned off like cattle—sold to the highest bidder, their fates sealed by gold. And I was next. In that hall, greedy and evil men - and even women - waited for a chance to own me, Elena Alderwood. I was pushed forward, stumbling into the centre of the room. Chains clinked against the ground as I raised my eyes to meet the crowd. I recognized some of them—lords of my father’s court, nobles, people my father used to call friends. Even alphas of subordinate packs.

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.

“All of it.” She swallows hard, nods. “I ran away from my pack... I was a runt. They treated me like dirt. I couldn’t stay. So, I came here—to America—to start over. I got in touch with a dealer. He sells weapons—guns, blades, even silver—to humans and wolves. He doesn’t ask questions, and I didn’t have the luxury of being picky. I met a woman a few months ago… Selene, she came to the shop I worked in to buy lead. Just a normal sale. But she came back again. Twice.” So the lead my mother used to poison me was sold by this omega?

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.

“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.”

Call me an omega? But her smile didn’t waver. “It’s 200,000 wolf coins. Will that be all?” I nodded stiffly, and she smiled wider. “Alright then. We have other fine items. In case you and the alpha king…” Another attendant nudged her sharply, and she stopped. “J… just in case you want more.” “O… of course,” I stuttered. She packed the item, and we paid, their heads dipping into a respectful bow as we left the store. Even after we stepped outside, my mind still felt hazy.