An Omega For Sale (Freya) novel Chapter 1

I had just lost my virginity to a man, whose face I never even got to see.

The memory of his touch lingered on my skin as I found my way back to the banquet hall. My body ached in a delicious way and I could still feel the wetness run between my legs from my ordeal.

The memory of his touch, his voice, and the way he had claimed me so thoroughly that the fire of my heat had been reduced to nothing filled me to the brim as I made my way to the locker room, where I could change.

I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the nasty thoughts that clouded my mind.

There was no place for such distractions in my life. This had been a mistake.

I thought to myself.

But as I stood among the other omegas, I couldn’t help the way my heart raced at the memory of the way his body had molded into mine, the wet slurpy sound that had filled the dark room as the Alpha had fucked into me.

FOUR MONTHS LATER

The sounds of pots and pans banging filled the kitchen, but they weren’t loud enough to drown out the whispers. The sharp, hateful words surrounded me, cutting deep no matter how much I tried to block them out.

“She’s probably slept with half the men in this pack. Such a slut. That’s how she got pregnant,” someone said, their voice dripping with bitterness.

The words hit me like a slap, making my chest tighten. I gripped the wooden spoon in my hand so hard my fingers ached and my knuckles turned white. I stared into the pot I was stirring, trying to focus on the bubbling liquid instead of the burning tears threatening to fall.

My hands trembled, and I lowered my head, letting my hair fall over my face to hide the tears pooling in my eyes as the memories of that night flooded back to me.

THAT NIGHT

The hallway in front of me blurred and seemed to stretch, as the heat came suddenly, like fire racing through my veins. It was too much, too fast.

I couldn’t stop my knees from buckling under me. I pressed my back against the cold wall and clutched at my chest, hoping that the pain would subside. But it didn’t.

My omega nature had betrayed me at the worst possible moment, leaving me trembling and weak the evening of the grand banquet.

I clutched the edge of the wall for support, my other hand clenched the hem of my dress. The fabric clung to my damp skin, and a light sheen of sweat on my brow trailed toward my collarbone.

A soft whimper escaped my lips as another wave of heat rolled through me, tightening every muscle in my body. My knees buckled, I bit my lips and I collapsed against the wall, trying to suppress the growing ache.

The banquet was about to start, and Darren, the omega trainer, would punish me if I wasn’t in the hall serving drinks to the powerful alphas. No excuses. Not even this.

Darren, the omega trainer, had made it clear that tonight was not for mistakes. The banquet was a display of power, a gathering of the most powerful Alphas, and I was merely a low omega tasked with serving the guests. I could not afford to fuck anything up tonight, knowing that Darren would have my head.

I wiped my forehead, sweat dripped down my face, and took a deep breath. “You can handle this,” I whispered to myself. I had to.

“Pull yourself together,” I whispered, biting my lip hard until I felt the taste of blood.

By the time I made it into the banquet hall, my legs were shaking. I had chewed on bitter herbs to suppress the worst of my heat, but as the night wore on, the effects seemed to subside and my heat began bubbling to the top with full force. My body felt like it was burning, and every step felt like walking on shreds of broken glass.

“Freya, come over here now.” The Omega trainer Darren called out to me, shouting to be heard over the loud music.

Bowing my head in submission, I made my way over to him, pushing past the drunk partygoers, and the ones that had begun grinding on themselves on the dance floor. My small stature made it difficult to move through the crowd but finally I made it over to the trainer and a tray of drinks had been pushed into my arms.

“Go over there and serve that guest. Be on your best behavior Freya.” The warning in that tone has been clear enough.

Looking over to where Darren had pointed, I shuddered in anxiety, the area was a private part of the hall, and it held only one guest.

I couldn’t see them even as I got closer because of the dimmed lights and my hands shook slightly in fear. I tried to steady them all the while praying to the goddess that I didn’t mess up in any way.

“Took you long enough.” The guest had said the moment that I had gotten to his side, taking the single glass that sat atop the tray. The slur of his words was a confirmation of his drunken state, but it wasn’t enough to take the authority away from his voice.

An Alpha for sure.

I had been about to leave, the dominating presence of the Alpha and his close proximity was starting to affect me, and I could feel my heat flare even more, as waves of desire coursed through me and moved to settle between my legs, but before I could take another step he had grabbed my arm tightly in his.

“I—I’m sorry, Alpha,” I stammered, lowering my head.Goosebumps filled my skin, and I felt the warm heat of his hand trigger something deep inside me. My body reacted before my mind could stop it, and the heat I tried so hard to subdue burst into flames.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked, his tone still a commanding growl that sent a shudder up my spine.

“Nothing,” I lied, my voice barely above a whisper.

Standing from his chair, he bent over me, his presence seeming to swallow the air between us.

“You’re in heat,” his voice was low but certain.

I nodded, unable to speak.

He stepped closer, his powerful frame looming over mine. I blinked severally, trying to clear the delirium that clouded my senses. I tried to catch his face, but the cabinet was almost pitch black and my wolf could barely manage to trace out an outline. His hand came up, brushing a strand of hair from my face, and I gasped at the gentle touch.

I couldn’t respond. My heat was too much, pulling me under, and the scent of him only made it worse. I leaned slightly into him, my legs too weak to hold me up. His eyes flicked over me, as he stepped closer.

“Let me help you,” he murmured, his voice softer now.

And I let him.

END OF FLASHBACK

…and here I was, four months later, with the evidence of that night showing slightly from beneath my dress. The whispers and name-calling followed me everywhere I went.

“This baby is going to take your life away from you. You’re still young, there’s no need to condemn yourself to a life such as the one that this burden would bring My office is the last door at the end of the hallway, to the right. Think about it and let me know your decision,” the doctor muttered, walking away and leaving me alone with my thoughts.

The doctor’s words lingered in my thoughts. Having this baby was going to completely change my life. Being an omega this pack was already hard, but being a single mother omega? That would be a hundred times worse.

My mind filled with images of how difficult things could get for me and my child. The fear made my chest tighten, and 1 shuddered as the possibilities unfolded in my thoughts.

I had no one to rely on. The moment the other omegas found out I was pregnant, they started avoiding me like I carried some kind of curse. Soon after, shortly after the whispers and dirty looks had begun.

I was utterly alone. And yet, it was that loneliness that gave me my reason to keep this child.

I was tired of being alone, I wanted someone to love, someone who would be mine and mine alone. I needed someone who wouldn’t look at me with disgust or bitterness-

This baby could be my chance to feel what it was like to love and be loved. It would be a part of me, something no one could

take away

That thought warmed my heart, and a small smile broke through the sadness.

As for the father

I wasn’t naive enough to think he’d ever come looking for me or take responsibility.

That night had been a mistake–a reckless decision made in the haze of my heat. The dim lights and the rush of emotions meant I hadn’t even gotten a clear look at him. I didn’t know his name or his face. All I knew was that he was an Alpha, someone so far out of my reach that it was pointless to think of him.

Even if he somehow found out about me or the baby, he would probably choose to stay away. It was better this way. Pretending he didn’t exist made it easier to move on

my stomach sonly and hummed to myself, letting the warmth of my decision settle over me

I patted my

I had made up

my

mind.

I was going to keep my baby.

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