Page 1 of Adira's Omega

Chapter one

Adira

“Sold!”

Poor girl.

I shook my head as I sipped my whiskey from the second row of round tables. Gregor was known to use and abuse them until he got bored, then they were thrown out like the trash he thought they were.

He always went for the Betas being auctioned off and seemed to go after the ones with red hair that mimicked the color of his lost mate.Pitiful fool.

I set down my glass and waited for the next slave to be brought up to the podium to be auctioned off. The room was the same as it had been for the last ten years. Red and black drapery covered the walls and tables of which there were around twenty. Some held a singular person like mine, and others were full with four attendees all hell-bent on torturing the young souls that found themselves in the wrong hands.

Alphas ruled the place, but we couldn’t function without the Betas and Omegas. They did the dirty work and produced our offspring. No offspring, no future. I, however, had yet to find the one I wanted.

My parents pushed and pushed, telling me it was time to pick one at random that would produce strong and beautiful children to carry on our line, but that wasn’t my way. I was patient and knew one day I would find what I was looking for.

I uncrossed my legs, the deep red silk sliding over my soft skin as I adjusted. My stiletto heel clicked against the tiled floor as I placed my foot down. Raising my head high, I glanced at the others.

A few were regulars. Fillon, for instance, was here each month, as I was. He was pushing fifty but wanted as many Alpha children as possible. Despite having over twenty children at this point, only two were Alphas. The Omegas weren’t of age yet, but knowing him, they would be put up for auction the moment they turned eighteen. As for the Betas, he had them working behind the scenes, ensuring his precious Alphas remained in power.

Hilda was another. She liked to have a house full of toys and playthings. She wasn’t picky and went with her gut. Each new pet had a cage, and as long as they behaved, they had a decent life, despite the indignity of it.

My least favorite was a pair of twins, Martin and Moiri. They picked the feeblest lots, poked and prodded at them for however long they survived, claiming it was for science. I scoffed and picked at the pathetic hors d’oeuvres that were served to us at the beginning. You’d think with all the money they made off the rich Alphas, the auction owners would splurge a bit to please us.

There were times I outbid the harsher Alphas when I needed a few more servants, or wanted to gift a special one to someone I knew, but that wasn’t often. It wasn’t that I didn’t have the funds, actually, I had the most here, but this was how things were. Besides, they set a limit on how many we could purchase at each auction, and I always held off, hoping someone would tickle my fancy.

Now the newcomers, they were an interesting lot. They fidgeted in their seats, nervous to be here. It was entirely too obvious even without the rest of us being regulars. They didn’t hold their signs up properly or with gusto, nor did they have that calm, posh air about them that the others radiated.

I wondered what they had come here for. Clearly, they had something, someone, in mind. Was it a Beta or an Omega? Were they keen on a worker for their business or house, or perhaps a fuck toy was needed? I gave a small unladylike snort as I thought of using an Omega because someone had impotency issues. Their pheromones were nature’s cure for erectile dysfunction after all.

It wasn’t unheard of and always made me giggle. As a lot, Alphas gave no respect to Omegas, but their designation as a whole solved many of our problems.

I took another sip of my drink, enjoying the slight burn it caused as it went down my throat when the auctioneer spoke into the microphone. “Next, we have lot number eleven.” A worker pulled back the curtains and dragged a scrawny, blonde-haired Omega onto the stage. Her long hair covered her face as she kept it downcast. Despite being on the smaller side, her hips were rounded as one would expect of an Omega, and her skin was porcelain with a dust of freckles.

“Nyla is an Omega who just turned eighteen a week ago and went through the Omega training course at a hastened pace. We are told she is broken in quite nicely and is very obedient although shy and slow to respond.” Their descriptions were always the same. What did they expect when they forced the Omega’s hand and caused them to break?

Some Omegas with a nice Alpha parent stayed at home and under their parent’s wing until they were used as a bartering chip instead of being auctioned off. Either way, the result was the same. Alphas wanted power, money, and connections, and Omegas were at the center.

“Let’s start the bidding at five-hundred thousand, shall we? That seems fair for a virgin Omega such as Nyla.”Virgin. I rolled my eyes. They should say what they truly meant: an Omega who had never gone into heat, not one who had never taken a cock inside them.

Nyla was shoved down to her bare knees. The only thing covering her was a skimpy lace number that barely hid her nipples and pussy. I had to admit, though, the black fabric made her stand out, only enhancing the soft glow of her pale skin under the harsh stage lights.

“Let’s begin.” As soon as the auctioneer started accepting bids, Moiri raised his paddle. When it was accepted as the first bid, Nyla looked out into the crowd, and her deep blue eyes collided with mine.

I took in a sharp inhale as realization hit. It wasn’t often a true mate pair was found given the way of the world, but when the connection happened, it was honored.

My chair fell back and banged against the floor as I stood, garnering the attention of everyone in attendance. The auctioneer didn’t hesitate, continuing on with the bids, but his efforts were for naught.

Marching across the room and onto the stage, I gripped Nyla’s bicep and pulled her to a standing position.

“Have you gone insane, Adira?”

I scoffed and set my gaze upon him. “She is mine. The auction is over.” I could feel Nyla trembling under my grasp. Did she not feel the connection? Was she not informed of how true mates work in our world? I glanced down at her, but she kept her eyes down. A part of me enjoyed the submission, but the other part wanted her to show the world who she belonged to.

Moiri yelled from his seat as he stood to challenge me. “That’s not how this works, Addie. If you want her, you will have to win her.” His face was beet red as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Addie. A nickname he kept from our childhood. The twins and I grew up together, and if we were appropriate designations, I had no doubt we would have been paired off to produce a strong lineage for our families.Wouldn’t Father be so proud?

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