The Omega For Sale Novels & Stories

Omegas are rare, but, about 80 percent of the omegas are female, only 20 percent are male omegas. And male omegas are sold at a higher price in the black market. And you can think how rare is the man standing in front of him. It’s a male silver Omega, almost as rare as an Albino. Okay, not almost, very rare. His hair is wavy and shiny, and his eyes are bright green. His neck is unmarked meaning he’s unmated.

She folded herself at a corner in the stage, and her dishevelled platinum blonde hair fell over her oval face, covering the visible scars she had. Lily leaned her face and awaited for the auction to be over in order to know her fate that day. Soon, the auctioneer realized that no one else was going to raise the price for Lily. "$60 million going for our virgin Omega! FAny other person wants to bid?" He asked, his loud voice dominating the hall as he spoke. "SOLD!" He finally declared. When Lily heard him say those words, she knew that her life would take a cold turn. From being an abused omega wolf, her freedom has just been sold off to a random werewolf who she knows nothing about.

She told Elena when she expressed her confusion, “Don’t waste mom’s omelets.” She didn’t say more. Elena sneaked in Greyson’s office and found the roster. It said except Bella, Alpha Xavier also took in hundreds of female omegas, rogues and slaves from other packs, and sold them to the Full Moon Island at different prices according to their ages and wolves. So she knew instantly how she hadn’t shifted and why Eliana mentioned mom’s omelets.

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.

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.

I was right to think sick things were done to him. “Again, I do not remember but whatever must have transpired between you and my alter ego isn’t any of my concern, this is between us both now. And as I said, I want to make a deal with you. The Omega for the information.” “You must think I’m stupid. Omegas are sold cheap, Rex but of course, you have no idea.” “No, actually. You are one of the few Alphas I hold in high esteem. Why come all the way here when you can get another for cheap? You clearly said they aren’t worth much.”

My lips crack with thirst. The door creaks open. Light slices into the dark. My heart leaps in terror, expecting Clara’s shadow. But it’s not her. A hand slips in. Trembling. Thin. In it, a piece of bread and a dented cup of water. I lift my gaze. Another Omega stands there, eyes wide with fear and pity. “Eat,” she whispers. “Please. Before they come back.” Tears sting my eyes, hot and humiliating. Not for the pain, not for the rejection. But for this—the fragile kindness of an omega.

Some because they dare not defy the Lycans and others were tempted by the millions of dollars that came with selling off their omegas. Marcus turned sharply, horror flickering across his face. "Can it be what I'm thinking?!”

she whispers. “What?” I ask, stepping closer. “It’s a ledger,” she says, picking up a leather book. She opens it. She scans the pages. “These are records,” she says quietly. “Every Omega he’s sold is listed here.” My chest tightens. “Is Felix in there?” I ask. She flips through the pages, her fingers moving faster now. “O.M.B… yesterday,” she reads. “There’s a number beside it. That must be the buyer. And this… this looks like the price. In thousands.”

Voices come from the hallway. “He should be ready by now.” Finn freezes, his fingers tightening around the table edge. The voice is male, low, and disturbingly bored, as if the man outside were discussing a bottle of wine instead of a person trapped behind a locked door. Another man answers with a quiet laugh that makes Finn’s blood turn cold. “Do not rush it. The drug needs time. A male Omega in full heat is worth more if he can still look pretty when the buyer arrives.” The word buyer seems to empty the room of air.