The Omega For Sale Novels & Stories

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.”

“You’re not an omega, child.” “Yes, I am.” “No, you’re not. You were meant to only appear as one.” “What do you mean by that?” I asked. “Like I said earlier, supernatural, but has to use people to do its will. Neither Lunara nor Solara can meet their objectives without using people.” “So…?” “So they choose who to possess, whose body to take over. You’re not an omega, Rhea. You were only supposed to look and act like one as a disguise. If you appeared powerful, you would have given yourself away and Solara would have killed you a long time ago.”

the teenager says, the skinny guy slaps his arm, "Damn. He said we succeeded!” "Kind of," I retract, "Can we have a peaceful conversation? I know you guys don't have a specific leader, so who wants to talk to me?" The teenager raises his hand excitedly. The two naked rogues look at each other, neither wanting to say yes first. "Just come here," the omega says, sounding annoyed at me for some reason. She's not too old nor too young, she's probably around thirty five and she looks like she knows how to deal with a bunch of people, "Whoever wants to talk can just join at the table. The food is almost ready... you two want to eat?"

because the world needs what’s between your legs.” More gasps. One girl started crying. “I will breed you. Sell you. Trade you. You exist to make the next generation. And you will be obedient… or you’ll be replaced.” Behind me, Three-Seven had sunk to her knees, staring down at the tag around her neck. I didn’t look at her again. Not yet. But I already knew. She was going to be one of the most profitable omegas I had. If her spirit didn’t get in the way. It started with twenty. Twenty wide-eyed omegas too scared to run, too broken to fight back. Most were cast-offs, troublemakers, or “too difficult” for their packs. Easy pickings. Now? I walked the metal catwalk of the underground facility—

“And I didn’t summon you here for pleasantries. Tell me who you are and what you are exactly.” Her throat bobbed, and fingers curled into her top like they could hide her. “I’m Dextera Neville, an Omega of Bisclaveret Pack, under the reign of Alpha Kestrel Wagner, son of Nelson Wagner, Sovereign Of His Bloodline.” I folded my arms. “Save me the hierarchy. I want real answers. You know what I'm talking about, young lady.” “I… I don’t...” I cut her off. “What happened last night, Dextera? You’re a wolfless Omega as far as I know. That’s what your records from Bisclaveret said. You never shifted! But what I saw out there in those woods was not an ordinary shift.”

"Omegas are rare as hell these days. We could easily dump him on the black market." "Yeah, no kidding," the driver chimed in, sounding suddenly excited. "An omega in prime condition would fetch a king's ransom underground. I know a broker in the lower districts who would pay us enough to permanently retire from this mercenary shit. We wouldn't ever have to look at the boss's face again." A cold dread flooded my veins.

Mrs. Harris gave a sad smile before continuing, her voice filled with an almost maternal tenderness. “You’ve never been an aggressive omega. I know that. You’ve always been able to control yourself, even when you were younger. But last night… your pheromones escaped, didn’t they?” Ryse nodded, flustered. “I… I don’t understand how it happened.” The matriarch sighed softly. “It’s natural, you know? An omega can’t always control everything, especially when in the presence of an alpha they’ve known for a long time.” Ryse looked away, uncomfortable.

Damon laughed as if I was funny. I can't lose here because even though I'm an omega, I'm strong! I will not let myself be defeated in front of Amoux. Being an omega is a big shame for him, so I have to be good at fighting. Who said that a personal doctor can only do treatment? Because I'll make sure I'm different.

What did I think about what? “It’s up to you Carter, I’m just here to assist.” He didn’t seem to notice that I wasn’t paying attention. “It’s a silly idea anyway. My numbers have dwindled these past months, no point selling off what’s left. Not like they don’t deserve it.” He was thinking of selling off more wolves? Surely he had run out of Omegas by now. “How do you still have Omegas left to sell?” I asked out of shock and without thinking it through.

Shelbrooke watched in wonder. "I have not much to say, people. But on this day after a full moon, the real owner of the pack shall return. With full force and glory and her seed shall complete the missing puzzle. Do with this prophecy what you want. But one thing stands, no matter how many ceremonies you hold for this worthless Prince, he will never become the Alpha. We have only one leader," she raised an index finger. "And it is an Omega." Murmurings arose and everywhere became tensed. Styx himself was dumbfounded but not as shocked as Charles who was devastated as he sat down under a full moon. In anger, he shifted almost immediately and howled in pain.