The Omega For Sale Novels & Stories

His words confused me, and my head tilted. “I… I don't get it. You bought them, but then you said they're free. How are they free if you bought them?” “Our pack doesn't run the same as others. Here, Omega's are free. They're not used for sex, and they're not used as breeders. They're free to live their lives as they choose. But other packs aren't just going to give us their Omegas. Think of it like buying their freedom. Each year, we buy Omega's under the guise that they will be used for one thing or another, when in fact, once they're here, they are free to live as they please.

“Back when omegas were sold by their families I mean. It worked out as much as it seems to now, and at least there wasn’t any ambiguity going in to the relationship. Sometimes omegas even had a say in who they were sold to, if they were lucky.” Rayan and Michael were struck dumb by Gail’s words. Surely omegas weren’t worse off now than they used to be! Sure, life for most omegas wasn’t easy by any standard, but wasn’t having some freedoms worth the trade off? Gail continued on with her story, telling them of what it was like to be sold to her husband and mate. Back then omegas were sold as young as sixteen, though most weren’t sold until they were at least eighteen. It was unheard of for an

an eager Alpha hollered out from the back, and several Alphas laughed, including the tall, slender Man. “You boys crack me up. All right, let's get back to the show. This next batch is just as beautiful as the last, hell, maybe even better. Once again, we have a virgin in this round, and it goes to the 17-year-old male Omega, who will be our first merchandise for sale this round. Please give it up for round 4,” The tall, slender man said as he waved his arm at the curtains, and they began to open.

Also, it will be listed as scheduled. Third, to compensate for the injured hearts of the vast number of female consumers, the omega company declared again that it will soon send off a web-based sales model! To address the issues of the masses, you can purchase real gems without going out! what's more, the main ten winners will be drawn and offered for nothing!" Jared finished speaking in one breath, the crowd was worked up. "President Jared sudden difference in sales model can't be because there are insufficient goods?" Suddenly a correspondent from the crowd asked a question.

“Fine!! What’s next?” “Once those omegas will feel comfortable, ask Breda, Beta Female, to ask them who sold them without their wish?” Wylder said that all the omegas which he purchased were sold to the agents, and then those agents sold them to the organizers, or maybe the chain was longer than that. There was no use in holding the collar of the organizers because they could never take him to the root of this chain because they had no idea about the agents in the middle because every time, they had someone else as an agent.

“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.”

"The final price? Is Alpha Ryan Galloway getting this Omega?" I hadn't heard the name, and it made it worse. For most of my life, I tried to go unnoticed, suffering under the pressure of my stepfather who would have killed me at any given second, and I wasn't so much acquainted with the werewolf world, only bonded in the Omega quarters. "Fifty thousand!" An Alpha growled from the crowd. It resulted in murmurs, and it seemed like this was my end. I was going to be sold to him. I was proclaimed his, a man who I knew as Alpha Andrew. He walked up to me, smiling atrociously, smirking in a vile manner, while his eyes ran the length of me.

He knew that I was going to be sent to a place that was going to be worse than this pack. My legs wanted to give up. I felt tears sting my eyes. I didn’t want to stay. I needed to run away, even if I was going to die in the process. I didn’t want to be anyone’s prostitute. “Good day, Alphas. Welcome to this year’s annual Omega auction. We present to you every year, one of our Omegas to you at a giveaway price. As normal, we are going to give her away to whoever bids the highest. I present to you today, Omega Marsai.” The pack’s Beta blared through the speakers in the four walls of the hall.

"I didn't mean... to disrespect you. I just want... money for my brother's treatment." He bit his lip to stifle a whine. "Please..." "Give me the watch," the seller demanded. "Else I'll make you regret it." The omega shakily touched his neck, feeling the scent blocker falling off. He looked around the shop, noting that the few customers were minding their business, ignoring what was being done to him. That was the reality of being an omega. "Give me the watch, omega." Simon's hands trembled as he tried to pull away, but the alpha pheromones were invading his senses, rooting him to the spot.

"I don't have any relationship with—" "No?" He rises from his chair, circling me slowly. His gaze crawls over my body like insects. "That's a shame. Because there are... other ways to settle a debt. You might be wolfless, but you're not bad-looking. Certain clients on the underground market pay well for... unique merchandise." My blood turns to ice. "You'd be surprised what people will pay for an Omega." His breath is hot on my neck. "Especially one with no pack to come looking for her."