I SOLD YOU (Omegaverse) <Spicy>

Chapter 1 <I sold you>

Omegas, the bottom of society. No one cares about us, they see us as a good for nothings and as a baby incubators. Sex machines. I always dreamed of being a Beta. They don't have to go into heats or into ruts and they don't give out pheromones. I still remember the day when my father got to know that I was an Omega. I still remember his disgusted and disappointed expression. You get to know your secondary gender at the age of 5. People around you can smell if you're an Alpha or an Omega, that's how you get to know without a doctor. But it can be delayed for a year or so, that's why people go to the doctor, to know if their child's secondary gender was delayed, or if it's a Beta, since they don't give out any pheromones.

My mom always told me to ignore my father. She was forced to marry him, by her own parents, because my father used to be rich at that time and my mom was so called "useless Omega," as we're all called. And the only reason for him to marry her, was because of her charming beauty. They were never in love, but my mother was very optimistic and tried to fall in love with him. I could tell that she really had some soft spot for him. Back then, I saw it as a romantic thing, now I can't help but think how sorry I feel for her and how naive she was. She died when I was 6. I was told that she was attacked, but because of my age, no one told me how and by who exactly. But I think that they were Alphas and I pity her. She must have gone through a lot of pain and she definitely didn't deserve that. She had beautiful Emerald green eyes, which I inherited along with her beautiful, long, wavy black hair. I look nothing like my father, which I'm thankful for.

He threw himself at her as many times as he wanted and that's how I was born. He had big plans for his upcoming baby, which he thought would be a Beta and a boy, so when the doctor told them that they're expecting a girl, he was furious and prayed that I would at least be a Beta. He was pretty much ignoring me till I was 5 and presented as an Omega, then he started to yell at me and even hit me for small things. My mom was always there to take the hit instead of me, which I hated. I hated seeing her in pain and after she passed away, there was no one to protect me anymore. Not even my grandparents. Once they heard that I'm an Omega, they wanted nothing to do with me.

I was being bullied in middle school, but I had high hopes for a better life on high school, not knowing that except for the looks, I inherited my mother's naiveness as well. It was even worse. Much, much worse. At middle school, I was only being picked at with words, at high school, they were pushing me around, pulling my hair and trying to touch me sexually. I was so close to being raped so many times, but someone always stepped in and I've never been more grateful than I was in that moment. And so, I bought a taser after I graduated and turned 18. Then I went to College, the Faculty of Management. I could live at the student's dormitory, but given being an Omega, I refused. It was dangerous, because all genders were there, so I decided to commute to college and believe me, I used the taser over one thousand times. I always made sure to take my suppressants, but even if they weren't able to smell me, my body aroused them. I'm short. Barely 165 centimeters tall (5'4) and I won't grow anymore. I have thin arms but fleshy thighs and thick ass. My waist is a little smaller than usual, but my cup size is an average B.

After I graduated college, which was a month ago, I tried to apply to all sorts of jobs. I studied business on high school and continued on college, so I know how it goes, but despite my certificates and knowledge, no one employed me as an Omega. The only place an Omega can work is either a coffee shop, a store, or a strip bar. The last thing I want, is to prove my father right. I'm better than that. I'm not going to give in and be a stripper. I studied business for 7 years!

That's exactly what I sadly thought as I walked out of another company, which declined me, with my head hanging low, looking at my clothes that started becoming soaked by the rain. I looked up and stared at the grey sky for a bit, before I looked at my certificates in my hand. I sighed heavily and tried not to cry, knowing that I will have to return back home and tell my father that I was rejected again. It's around dinner time and I was in 6 companies today, trying to apply for a banker, accountant, lawyer and even a receptionist. But nothing. These are my dream jobs, but..... I'm loosing hope. It's been a month already and I've really been in every single company in this city.