The Omega For Sale Novels & Stories

“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.”

All the guests stood spellbound; omegas like this occurred only once in every ten million births. "Now, let me explain briefly. The omega before you is the rarest. If you manage to mate with this omega, your offspring is guaranteed to become a dominant alpha. Besides being beautiful, this omega is extremely intelligent and possesses a high intellectual level. Now, I will set the price…" Before the MC could finish his sentence, Edgar confidently raised his plate. "Twenty billion dollars!" Edgar shouted, instantly grabbing the MC’s attention and causing the entire audience to gape in disbelief at the outrageous price he offered.

“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.”

I just had to hold it in. The crowd was divided into small groups, seated in semi circles but I could feel them…hundreds of eyes, waiting. The spotlight made by skin feels hot, my wolf already seemed unbothered by the attention, but I wasn't. “I present to you all, our most prized possessions! The finale of the night. These three omegas are said to have different kinds of rare skills!” The auctioneer began. “The first omega is a healer. She can heal any kind of sickness and I guarantee it's a fine deal! And not to worry, it's tested.” He winked at the crowd, and I only frowned at his words.

Omegas are still seen and being treated as nothing but objects, not humans. “Based on what I have gathered, there has never been news yet that an omega from this club has been sold. But just because it has never happened does not mean it cannot happen. I am sure we can do something to make it happen. Like, offer them millions? Surely they can't say 'no' to that.“

I snap, and her head whips towards me. "Shut up," she orders with her command power, and I freeze. Logan watches his mother order me and doesn't say a word. He almost seems like a whipped puppy now that her hand is on his arm. And the image would be comical in any other circumstance. "Logan! Listen to me! She is an omega. Her human body is weak. The wolf she will get will be strong, but she is weak. She was born an omega. I told you what to do if you get an omega mate, now do it," Luna Kandace snaps, and Alpha Patrick growls.

Silvester replied. "Ladies and gentlemen, I believe most of you haven't seen a male Omega before but you've heard about the miracles they could perform. Tonight, I present your price possession, an Omega!" He announced and the audience roared, each wanting to have the Omega for themselves. "Let's make this night more interesting. We'll start with 10 Million" Scarlet gasped. "Can you imagine this piece of junk!" "15 Million!" "There's nothing we can do for him, Scarlet. It would bring more attention to Onyx pack that we have male Omegas," Silvester responded,

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!”

All of them expecting pursuit. This was a trap. Had to be a trap. "How long till the buyer arrives?" one rogue asked, his voice carrying across the clearing. "Another hour." The second rogue—smaller but clearly the leader based on how the others deferred to him—checked his phone. "He's paying good money for an omega fresh from psychiatric treatment. Said something about them being easier to break. More vulnerable." My vision went red. They were planning to sell her. To some sick fuck who wanted a traumatized omega to abuse.

Enzo Moretti sits in the VIP section, one leg crossed over the other, silver eyes scanning the stage with cool detachment, ignoring the murmurs around him. The auction begins. A delicate female Omega with long silver hair and pale skin is the first to be paraded under the spotlight. Her movements show this one was clearly trained, a pure blooded wolf, very expensive. Bidding starts at twenty million and quickly climbed to forty million. Enzo didn't raise his paddle. Another Omega followed --a tall, athletic male with golden-brown skin and striking amber eyes. This was was obviously desperate to serve, swinging his hips as he paraded across the stage.