Auctioned Omega Novels & Stories

They were still so fresh even after ten years and they caused a cold sweat to break out on my skin while my heart began to beat erratically. "Why?" I gasp, looking around until my gaze comes to rest on the window behind me. "Why would there be bidders?" "Didn’t you know?" Tabitha sighs. "When an omega turns eighteen, it is customary for them to be auctioned off to the highest bidder so that they can fulfill their role of being a breeder for whatever man decides to buy them. Did you truly think that you would be above that rule?"

Those gazes were filled with lust, greed, and the desire to possess. “And here is the final item you’ve all been waiting for tonight!” the auctioneer's voice boomed across the hall. He walked to her side, his grimy hand grabbing her chin and forcing it up, revealing a pale face that still held a trace of beauty. “A female Omega, her scent as sweet as a Merin flower blooming at dawn! Though she comes with a slight blemish from her family’s debt, I can assure you, this Omega has never been marked by any Alpha!”

I kept my eyes down staring at the wooden floor. The auctioneer grabbed my chin and tried to lift my face. "Look up Omega. Show them your eyes." I jerked my head away. "No." The crowd murmured in surprise. Some laughed. The auctioneer frowned. "This one needs breaking but her scent is strong. She is in early heat. Bids start at ten thousand." Silence for a moment then a deep voice cut through from the back. "Twenty thousand." I kept my eyes down but I felt the weight of that voice. It was low and sure.

“Our next lot. Lot Twenty-Seven.” The chain jerked. I stumbled forward until I stood dead center on the circular stage. A hundred—or a thousand—eyes crawled over me. The hall was a sunken arena, tables arranged in tiers below golden chandeliers. Men and women lounged in luxury, rings glinting as they lifted drinks, paddles resting easily in well-fed hands. “Omega,” the auctioneer announced, voice clipped and professional. “Untouched. Compliant. Excellent breeding stock. Perfect for one-night contracts, surrogacy, and long-term arrangements.”

“Where are they taking us?” An omega sighs. “I heard they’re taking us to the docks. Mr. Scar says since the club is gone, we are just liquid assets now, so he is pulling us up for auction. It sucks when you’re an omega. Even when this rotten place is gone, we still can’t leave." Auction. The word echoes loudly in Soren’s head; it’s like a hard blow. “I thought you were his favorite; can’t believe he’s selling you off too," Ezra snorts. “Seems I wasted my time despising you. You’re nothing special.”

"You're an Omega orphan with no family and no pack. Where exactly do you think you're going to go?" "You'll have the divorce papers shortly. I suggest you read them carefully." "Faye —" "And hire a maid for the gift baskets. Sorry, you'll have to find someone else to do your work." I hung up and blocked his number. My fingers were steady. My wolf was wide awake behind my ribs, pacing, ready. Aiden called back from a different number. I blocked that one too. I took the black card my father had reactivated that morning, and drove to the luxury district. I needed a dress for the summit dinner—something that would make every Alpha in the room turn their head.

The auctioneer, sensing the sudden tension, swallowed hard but forced a smile onto his face. "One thousand Moonstones for this scarred girl. She is quite stubborn, but the buyer wouldn't mind breaking her, right? Plenty of ways to put a defective omega like this to use."

He taps the glass with his claw. "Omega Ravensalt, this is the official list of the most powerful Royal Wolf Bloodlines in the world," Garrick says. "The latest pack price for one single night with Magnus of the Saltwood Pack is thirty billion silver resources." My jaw hits the stone floor. I look at the magic mirror picture. The man in the glass looks super scary and noble, and his sharp eyes look like they are biting right through me. I swallow a big lump of spit. "So you are saying... I owe you thirty billion silver resources for last night?" I whisper.

I knew I was already wet. One by one, the women around me started getting sold. “So, everyone, the woman in front of us is not a weak omega but an Alpha Female. And each one of us the child born from these types of women is too strong. So, come on guys, let’s give the right price to this beautiful gem.”, the auctioneer asked. “As said, the bid will start with ten thousand dollars!” ‘Fifteen thousand dollars!!’, a man yelled out from the crowd.

Definitely not how an omega acted, and so, I grew suspicious. "Answer this question and answer it truthfully," I said as I stared at his fangs which were beginning to protrude, "Are you really an omega?" And with that, it was like the powerful aura which I once saw around him completely disappeared. "Do you think I'm faking? Why would I go through all that torture for a pretence.”? He said. I left our conversation at that, however, still keeping my suspicion. From now on I was going to keep an even closer eye on him. Maybe my mate wasn't as innocent as I thought he was. Maybe he was working for the rogues trying to steal the Moon Flower.