Auctioned Omega Novels & Stories

Vince had me sit on his lap, and even if we were alone, I still felt embarrassed. Soon, the auctioneer's voice cut through the murmur of the crowd–a sharp, practiced rhythm that turned the stale air electric. "Lot 37," he announced, slapping a meaty palm against the podium. "Vintage Omega Seamaster. Starting at five hundred." Vince shifted, his hand resting on my thigh. "Five-fifty. Six. Six-fifty to the gentleman in gray." The auctioneer's eyes darted like a bird's, catching every raised finger.

Knees apart, palms on my thighs, chin tilted up. I hear someone groan in the crowd. A few more mutter prices. But the auctioneer isn’t rushing this one. “This omega,” he begins, “is one of our most. . . untamed delicacies. Bred in captivity. Heat is in full bloom. No prior bonds. Virgin and trained well.” There is a rustle of excitement through the crowd. I bite my tongue hard. I’m no virgin, I have just not been touched there. But definitely not untouched., they trained me well enough for that.

My family had sold me to settle their massive debt to the pack—debts from failed hunts, lost territories, and bad alliances. At twenty, I was an Omega, unmarked and untouched in ways that mattered, my body slim and pale, smooth from head to toe except for the faint trail of hair leading down from my navel. The crowd of Alphas leered from the shadows, their eyes raking over me like I was meat on a hook. I kept my gaze fixed on the floor, my heart hammering so loud I thought it might burst. The auctioneer, a grizzled Beta with a scar across his cheek, banged his gavel. “Lot twelve: Elias, virgin Omega, prime breeding stock. Bidding starts at ten thousand silver.”

He shouted, sound like an old man based on his voice. My vision started to blurry as I look around, everyone wearing a mask except me and the other omega whom will be sold tonight. I shut my eyes tightly, what will happened to me? "35 million dollars!" "Still untouched, having a untouched omega is rare! 40 million dollars!" My body started to shiver, why would they buy someone like me with much money? It's scary to know what will they do to me once the bidding is done. "Hundred million dollars!" I immediately raised my head when the old man voice echoed, some even gasped, the deafening silence remain until the emcee repeat his bid while stuttering.

“Shifted at sixteen. Omega classification. No prior mate bond.” No prior mate bond. The lie settled easily. I bit the inside of my cheek and tasted iron. They needed me to seem clean. Unclaimed and valuable. A rejected Omega made things complicated. An untouched one sold faster. “Bidding opens at five hundred thousand.” A hand went up immediately. “Six.” “Seven.” “Eight.” The numbers kept rising, as if it meant nothing. As if I meant nothing. I focused on a thin, jagged crack in the far wall, running from floor to ceiling, as if something had once tried to break the stone and failed. I breathed in and out.

Worth a fortune. Hundreds of powerful alphas sat in the dark seats below, eyes hungry as they stared at me. My small perky tits with pink nipples already hard from the cool air. My flat stomach. My smooth, shaved pussy that had never been touched by any cock. My long legs trembled slightly as the auctioneer walked around me, showing me off like a prize horse. “Lot number 47,” the auctioneer announced loudly. “Pure omega virgin. Heat scent just beginning to bloom. Tight, fertile, and completely unbroken. Perfect for breeding strong heirs. Bidding starts at five million gold.”

Athena and Grey hadn't spent a lot of money setting up The Omega Team offices. She'd contributed part of her retirement fund she'd cashed out at the police department, but the bulk of it had come from him, a nest egg left to him by his best friend killed in Afghanistan. They lived in the little two-bedroom house in West Tampa that had been Lucky's, comfortable and low maintenance. For the agency, though, they'd purchased an old warehouse in a commercial district. They'd walled off half of it for offices. The other held their sophisticated electronics and communications center. She'd told Grey when they had it set up she thought he might be able to run the entire country from there.

As I listened to the sound of his knuckles, it felt as though he was prepared to unleash his claws upon a frightened little mouse, it's me. I tightened my grip on the papers, bracing myself. Then his words startled me, "Tomorrow, you will turn 21. If you remain without a wolf, I will have no choice but to send you back to Alpha Luke of the Litha Moon Pack." My heart pounded in my chest, and a gasp escaped my lips. I couldn't help but raise my head, meeting his gaze directly. The Litha Moon Pack was known for its ruthless Alpha, and the omegas there were rarely granted the freedom to live their lives as they wished. Their bodies were considered the sole property of their Alpha.

He claimed that he was in love with me. Since I was a Omega, it was unlikely that I would have a mate. There were a few exceptions to this rule like my mentor, Matilda who was mated to Elder Summers but for the most part, Omegas didn't get mates. The reason was simple. We already caused most pack members to feel protective and care for us. The mate bond would be too much for most werewolves. They would go insane with added feeling of protectiveness that the mate bond would create if they weren't strong enough. Since I was a powerful Omega, it was almost impossible that any wolf would be powerful enough for the Goddess to pair me with.

" You're joking right, we have been together for three years. We were— " Ethan cut me off with a wave of his hands his eyes darting over me with an like I was trash " Aurora. I'm sorry. But I made up my mind a long time ago. You were a total waste of time. Come to think.of it. I'm the Alpha, having a pitiful omega beside me would be a shame." It struck me like a blast of cold air. Me? Pitiful? Waste of time? I couldn't understand what was going on. My eyes darted over to Alicia who still hadn't wore her clothes properly, her breasts half exposed and she was grinning. Enjoying my pain.