The Omega For Sale の小説・ストーリー

“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.”

“And what are they offering for these omegas? Let me guess, resources?” The elder nods like he’s explaining something reasonable. “Resources, yes—” Sage immediately cuts him off. “So you all sat here and thought the best way to prove our strength… was to sell omegas?” “We know this is a sensitive topic for you, but for many years, omegas have just been nothing but breeders in packs since they are the weakest and the most submissive form of wolves. This can’t be changed overnight, especially when pack alliances are involved.” The elder continues. “It is not unusual for packs to make such trades, Luna. Omegas serve a purpose. This is how we strengthen ties.”

I was on my feet before the dust even began to settle. Freya staggered, taking one step, then two, and then her wolf shook, half-shifted, and then pulled back. She dropped to one knee with her hand on the sand. Her face was tight with effort. She was fighting it, whatever it was, as she tried to stay up. Omega-bane. That's what it was. A substance that suppressed Omegas specifically, weakened the connection to their wolf side, and made shifting nearly impossible. It was extremely illegal and very hard to get.

"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."

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.”

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,

TW: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DETAILED DESCRIPTIONS OF VIOLENCE, ABUSE, SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. Alora’s POV The collar around my neck is heavy. And I thought nothing could feel heavier until my heart sank to my stomach when I heard my captors’ voice. “She’s an omega, right?” “Damn right! We’re going to be millionaires by the end of the night if we sell her at the right price.”