The Omega For Sale

“Hi Freya. It’s nice to finally meet the woman who thinks she could try to come between mates. I’m Estel by the way.”

There was no malice in the woman’s voice, in fact it was pretty neutral along with her facial expression and it made it difficult to really take her words for that they truly intended to be.

I remained quiet and just continued to watch her. How the hell was it possible that she was alive? Zoe had admitted to killing her, I had visited her grave with Greyson and everyone else seemed to think that she was dead, so how was she standing here in this moment?

I didn’t ask her any questions because I was more afraid of an answer than of being ignorant. Also, I had a feeling that I would get the answer I was looking for soon enough.

“Don’t you want to know how I got here?” She asked and for the first time since she entered the room, I heard true excitement in her voice.

“No?” She asked again when I remained silent.

“Alright that’s fine, I’ll tell you a different story then. The story of how I met Greyson and we fell completely in love.” She said the words in a sing song manner and it made it sound so fake.

Matthew snickered in the corner and I turned my eyes towards him but he only sneered at me.

The trio standing in the corner of the room all looked weird with Naomi sticking out the most, staring at the floor again in the manner that I had gotten used to her doing, but they were the least of my concern.

Where the hell was Zoe?

In all of this, the least I had expected was to see the scrawny maid, jubilating at the fact that her sinister plans were taking form.

“We met at the Solace. The most beautiful event that is ever celebrated and it was almost magical. I left my pack because I was running away from my life there and I happened to run into my mate who happened to be the Alpha King. Almost fairytale like huh?” She asked.

It was as she spoke that I realized that I didn’t know a lot about his mate. We had only had that one conversation that night and it had been very open ended and shallow.

“Anyway, from then onwards it was just such a beautiful love story. Greyson might be ruthless and tough and he might be the all mighty ruler but within all of those tough shells he’s the sweetest man to ever exist. He’s thoughtful and kind and gentle and so very lovable.” She paused and when I looked at her, she had a faraway look in her eyes, like she was reliving her story in her head.

Well I might not know their story but I knew that the last part of her sentence was very true. There were a lot of things that made him too amazing. He was attentive and tender and built me up in a way I couldn’t even describe.

Greyson was the word perfect itself.

He was desirable, absolute, complete and there was nothing I wouldn’t give to be able to see him again.

“We were together for a very short time, but I loved him with my whole heart and I know that he loved me too. But there was a problem.”

I was more invested in this story now than I wanted to admit.

“I can’t bear a child Freya. I’ve always known that since I was a girl. It’s a rare thingy that the healers can’t ever seem to explain right or provide a cure for.”

My eyes widened in horror and realization. Estel being alive wasn’t by fate or the work of the Goddess. It was witchcraft, that was the only possible explanation for it.

As a child, we had been told these horror stories of witches being in existence and the evil they were capable of doing, but maybe growing up after a while these horrid stories lost their scare, well until one was face to face with them.

There could only be one reason they had decided to keep me alive.

“And that brings me to the main reason you’re here. You’re going to be kind enough to perform a womb swap with me. I can see you’re already cooking a bun in there and I couldn’t think of a more perfect time for this to happen.” Estel completed, letting out a laughter that Matthew and Roman joined in.

“That’s not going to happen! You have no right to my children and you’re not coming near them.”

My voice didn’t come out as strong as I wanted it to be, evidence of how long it had been since I had to use them, plus the dehydration was even worse now.

“And what the hell are you going to do to stop it Freya? I think we can all agree that you’re the weakest person in this room right now and you’re at our mercy. At this point you should be begging for your life so that when we’re done you could still have it.” Estel’s voice had taken a more sinister tone.

And it made me wonder, if really this was the woman that I had seen in that picture that and radiated so much warmth, her eyes had held so much kindness and everything about her had just been so beautiful to behold.

I knew that it would be stupid to try to judge a person or their personality from a picture but I knew what I saw and that woman in that picture, definitely wasn’t this one standing before me.

“Excuse me please. I think I need to use the bathroom.” Naomi said with her eyes trained on me.

“Right now? I mean the fun is about to begin.” Roman replied.

“Yes right now, I don’t think I can hold it in anymore.” She said and rushed out of the room.

I had given up on trying to understand any of them and their motive.

Estel walked towards me and with a finger she lifted my face.

“So beautiful, yet so naive.” She whispered and I scrunched my nose.

It seemed like I had found the pleasant cinnamon scent that I always woke up to, but this time it was streaked with something rotten. I couldn’t place my finger on it but the mixture was very disgusting.

“You’re nothing but a weak, undeserving, lowly omega and you’ve been in my spot for too long Freya. It’s time to move out of there and back into your maiden position.”

The glint in Estel’s eyes as she spoke reminded me of only one person.

“Zoe?”

“Ah you’re not as foolish as I thought then.” She said, giggling like a maniac.

“You’re the undeserving lowly omega Zoe and you’re a lot more fit as the head maiden than at whatever you’re trying to play at.” I sneered at her and I expected to be hit for my words.

But her face remained stoic, the hit didn’t come as I expected. Instead I heard a piercing shrill in my ears one that came with an excruciating pain. It felt like someone stabbed needles in my eardrum.

I screamed out from the effect but I was helpless against it, especially because I was bound.

Estel/Zoe held onto my blonde hair and pulled. Pain wracked through my skull at the abuse. She only continued to pull harder and the scream died in my throat. My mouth could only open in a silent scream.

Whatever device that was causing the painful shrill in my ear was still turned on and I could feel myself get dizzy from the effect. Nerve wracking pain filled my entire body and I struggled through breathing. She let out a laughter filled with scorn at my form.

“Do you see just how weak and worthless you really are Freya? Do you see that I could end your life in a split second? You have no right to be talking to me like that honey. You’re too weak to be Luna, you’re too weak to bear an heir, you’re too weak to even defend yourself, let alone the entire pack.” She said.

I felt something warm fill my ears and it wasn’t until it rolled onto my face that I squirmed in realization. Blood.

Soon the woman in front of me pulled out a shiny knife. She admired it in the light for a few seconds, humming in satisfaction as she held it up in front of her and twisted it this way and that allowing the lights catch onto the sharp ends.

I was still watching her as she continued to admire her knife but in a second and with lightening speed also without a warning she stabbed me in the shoulder, pulling out the knife immediately after the stab and leaving the wound gaping.

My voice that I feared was lost, immediately returned and I let out a loud horrified scream that caused the other occupants of the room to howl in laughter.

“The only thing I need is your womb and after that you’re pretty useless to me so I might as well have some fun before we begin the process, yes?”

She walked behind me and began to mess with the chains. Matthew and Roman moved towards me and they helped her with shifting me into another position. I shivered as pain seeped through my entire body, especially my injured shoulder.

Another stab came on my other shoulder from behind before I felt an excruciating pain covering the spot.

My scream was high pitched and at this point I feared that I might destroy my voice box if I continued at with it. Tears escaped my eyes and fell to the ground and I could see the dark spots begin to dance in front of my eyes.

It felt like all the energy was being zapped from me especially as more blood poured from my wounds.

“Let’s move her to the table.” She instructed the men and they began releasing the chains.

The moment the last of them came loose, there was a loud thud on the door and it broke but I couldn’t grab the situation. My vision began to fail me. I could feel someone holding onto me, as well as hear the buzz around me but I couldn’t be sure of who exactly was holding onto me or the words that were being said.

I could only recognize the image of Greyson in front of me and even that looked really blurry that I couldn’t be sure it was real. My eyes dropped with exhaustion and I couldn’t continue to fight the darkness that tugged at my consciousness.

But just before I could completely fade off I felt it.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

A stab to my stomach.