Granted my pack is run less rigidly than some the Betas in my pack are not just allowed to breed but actively encouraged to. I had taken over as pack Alpha five years earlier, and it was high time that I started adding to the pack population. While I would have preferred to mate for love, it didn't seem that it was in the cards for me. Even if there had been affection for me, even if they had been willing to keep me as a pet (neither of these was the case, but an Omega could dream), Cal couldn't afford not to sell me. I was human, so I understood why I was being sent to the auction.

But our pack was not like most packs, and I was not like most Omegas. Then, everything went dark.In most packs, an Omega, even one who couldn't breed, was treasured and would be revered and protected, not cast aside.

I didn't even have time to question what had happened before the room began to spin. I shook his hand and jerked back at a sharp pain in my wrist. I scented the air, but I didn't smell Alpha. I nodded and tried to make my split lip pull up into a smile, wondering if Max had found another Alpha for me to try to impress. 'Spencer?” The stranger greeted me, holding his hand out. Somehow Max must have gotten wind of our plan to thwart him because while Mom was at work the next day, he came to visit me. If I couldn't find a mate in the next week, I'd be shipped off to Howling Hank's Whore House. That was what had brought him to our shanty that evening. The fact that it meant me agreeing to go into service as a prostitute didn't seem to bother him at all. It got me off the pack's teat and found me a home - of sorts.

Unable to send me to the Omega auction - they wouldn't accept faulty merchandise - Max had found an alternative that in his mind solved all of our problems. One particularly unkind Alpha had paused in his flight long enough to compare conversing with me to a battery acid mange dip - and then went on to tell Max that he would prefer the dip. To his ongoing irritation, as soon as I opened my mouth to speak, all interested parties had turned tail and run. Max had begun trying to sell me off as breeding stock almost immediately after taking control and was willing to foist me off on anyone who even sniffed in my direction. “I-I-I don't think there's an Alpha for me.” Spencer shook his head, a tenuous smile on his face. “We need to find all of you your perfect match.” He grinned broadly at me. “It's great.” Thane smiled at the small Omega. “W-what's it l-l-like?” Spencer asked, his black eyes wide. (Excerpt from Unlawfully Claimed: The Omega Rescue: Book One)

Soul Mate for Sale by Kian Rhodes