Auctioned Omega Novels & Stories

She sucked in air through her nose. “I can smell your fear,” she said in a measured tone. “You should be afraid. You should be VERY afraid. Because I’m going to sell you to an omega auction.” I let out an involuntary whimper but it only made her chuckle. “That’s right. Go ahead. Whimper and squirm. I would too if I were you. Do you know what happens at an omega auction? You’ll be sold as nothing more than a toy for the lowest, most vile, most sexually twisted man-wolves.” She stepped back and reached out. I flinched, afraid she was going to slap me again. But instead, she took a piece of my hair between her finger and thumb. She fiddled with it while she spoke. “He’ll play with you, whomever

Seth Lacklord, the country's richest Omega. His beauty transcends a thousand deities, his smile can melt a ton of gold in an instant. He can buy your loyalty, he can buy your love, he can even buy your soul but... this richest omega only wanted one thing, his Alpha's love.

Shelbrooke watched in wonder. "I have not much to say, people. But on this day after a full moon, the real owner of the pack shall return. With full force and glory and her seed shall complete the missing puzzle. Do with this prophecy what you want. But one thing stands, no matter how many ceremonies you hold for this worthless Prince, he will never become the Alpha. We have only one leader," she raised an index finger. "And it is an Omega." Murmurings arose and everywhere became tensed. Styx himself was dumbfounded but not as shocked as Charles who was devastated as he sat down under a full moon. In anger, he shifted almost immediately and howled in pain.

“The organizations that bought your Omega, only means that the traffickers, who sold him have high connection around the government in that country, and sadly, It's pretty favored in most black market selling Omega for a hefty price, despite the government's protection” After setting back his eyes glasses, he took another sip from his mug to finish it. “Why do they keep my Omega in that state?” Rikko walked to his levitating bed and jumped back to Shaun's side, after taking something. Touching the screen and zooming the footage of his chip drones from the crystal coffin where Penelope was in. “This substance preserving your Omega has an expiration lasting in two months and half a month after

She was just so pretty with her silver hair and eyes and she also treated Beverly fuck up again. 'He was just so excited about it.' Tyler snapped out of it, she is the Luna and you are an ordinary Omega ' He chanted inwardly, oh how I wish I was a good looking Alpha So I could even stand a chance of being her mate, Tyler thought dazed. Evelyn couldn't get her mind off the Omega she just saw. He is just so cute, "Luna, the Alpha of Redmoon pack just accepted the invitation for your birthday." the Beta announced.

Alpha Alfred asked, his face smug. I felt insulted that he tried to ridicule me because I picked an Omega as a mate. Clearing my throat, I spoke up, “Omegas make up the balance of every pack, so they are very vital and important." I had to answer strategically. I didn't like an Omega werewolf, but I didn't want to look like a loser in front of this old man. Alpha Alfred grinned, casually touching his bears. “Okay, that's a worthy point; like my wife pointed out, they are unique in their own way, so let’s talk about some of the items that are up for auction,”

“I’m going to get you out. I swear. I’ll get you out.” I had no idea how—but I had to. People were being sold one by one. Screaming. Begging. Dragged away by strangers. Eventually, only three cages remained. Mine. Mara’s. And Lila’s. The auctioneer stepped forward, adjusting his jeweled mask. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he announced theatrically, “the final showcase of the evening—our premium selection!” I wanted to vomit. He gestured toward Mara first. “A lovely Omega, pristine quality, perfect for household or personal service. Starting bid—ten thousand!”

He’s playing hard now. I broke the hug and grabbed both his shoulders. “Arin, you must have gone through a lot. But don’t worry, my elder brother is the Alpha of the pack, and if you get married to me, no one will dare to say anything to you. I will treat you like a prince, and even your own family or pack members won’t do anything against you. I’m the most powerful, you know,” I said, and I saw the shine in his eyes. He quickly wiped his tears and started to smile. Wow, such a fake boy.

A sharp smack landed on her backside. "Stop it!" she cried out, swinging her cuffed arms, but whoever was touching her shifted away effortlessly. "Feisty!" the announcer laughed. "She’ll be beautiful to break." The announcer's voice lowered like he was telling a juicy secret. "And the best part. For those who will know what I am referring to. It's an omega." Excited murmurs rose in the hall. "Bidding starts at twenty thousand dollars!" Solange froze. She was being sold like livestock.

The audience hid behind their masks, but I could feel their lingering gazes crawling over my body with their lust-clouded eyes. My stepfather, Victor Graves, stood beside me with a disgustingly lecherous smile plastered on his face. He lifted a glass of brandy as he basked in the attention of being the auctioneer of the underground auction house I was about to be sold in. “Gentlemen,” Victor’s voice rang out in slick satisfaction. “Tonight, the Graves Auction house offers something truly rare. A young, untouched girl for the highest bidder.” He gestured toward me like I was some prized possession and not a living, breathing human being. It was a good thing Victor had no idea I was an omega,