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The way of life in Cambelton Creek left very much to be desired. The Cambelton’s were long dead at this point, having shot themselves up over the resource they loved more than anything. A resource that they had almost effectively ruined: omegas.
As the founders of the territory, they had a proud legacy where omegas were nothing but items to collect, use, and then discard. In fact, when they shot each other up, they had used up the omegas so that there had been about three omegas left in the county. Ten in the territory. Thirty-three left in the three territories that followed their practices.
So the survivors of the Cambelton shootout decided that to insure they did not run out of omegas, strict practices had to be observed. Omegas would be separated from the other children as soon as it was clear which way they would go. It would be years before they were sexually mature but there were early signs by the age of five.
An order would watch over the children and raise them to be meek and mild as the Lord had instructed. They would be kept pure and chaste until the time they received their alpha. They would not meet prospective alphas until they were ready. They would be presented in classes to prospective buyers (to keep the order in business to protect the omegas, of course). And then they’d be taken to the alpha’s home, the alpha’s property to do whatever the alpha pleased until the day the omega died.
The three territories followed Cambelton’s Creek example and, within the following decades, had rebuilt the omega population into a booming, thriving business. Not only by separating omegas from childhood but also by a process called bitching where they took weak betas and alphas and turned them into omegas as well. Second-rate omegas on account of the scars on their bodies and minds from the atrocities committed against them during the process but omegas nonetheless.
Poor alpha omegas. In this new era, only the rich and powerful could afford the price of a pure omega. A true omega. And the introduction of the bitched omegas only pushed the prices up even higher.
During the time of westward expansion, these three territories also saw exponential growth. Alpha, betas, and omegas were lured from the safety of the east to the wildness of the west in hopes of fame and fortune. Silver, gold, cattle, and omegas— these were the hopes that drew them. Including a distinguished family recently arrived from England, that went by the name of Fell.
The father ruled his household with an iron fist, a strong-willed alpha by the name of Gabriel Fell. He and his omega had left England with their two young boys to find a new life in the New World. A new life where his omega’s family couldn’t threaten to take her back from him. She was his to do with as he pleased and no worried parent would get in the way of that. When news of these territories reached his ears, Gabriel formed a plan. And within a fortnight, had moved his family to the east and within another fortnight was moving his family west.
Twenty years later…
Gabriel Fell was a household name in Cambelton Creek. His posh accent and deep coffers made him a friend to many a successful alpha around him. He wasn’t the mayor or the sheriff but he was in their circles, a trusted member of the alphas who ran the county with iron fists.
His omega was dead. Perished tragically along the way out west twenty years ago. That was the official story. His two boys knew the truth, alphas the both of them, but they would never dare to speak against their father. They were cursed to hear their mother’s cries as their father had killed her. He never remarried but he had his fair share of omegas purchased from the order, now called The Exchange. He had his two heirs, Aziraphale and Azriel, and a whole gaggle of bastard children from the various omegas he’d had over the years. None of them would inherit a penny from their father’s vast fortune but they still played their parts as outstanding sons and daughters. Well, the alpha ones anyway. Gabriel had given the omegas to The Exchange and had sold the betas into slavery.
He was a champion for alpha rights, condemning any other secondary gender to a life of misery. All other genders had been created to serve the alpha according to Gabriel Fell and that dangerous philosophy was gaining traction as he single-handed startedly started beta slavery in the county. Some whispered that he had started it with his own beta bastards, showing how strong and steady a beta could be. Not prone to weakness like an omega and not destined for greatness like an alpha.
It was almost his eldest son’s twenty-eighth birthday and Gabriel Fell decided it was time to get him his first omega. The Exchange was having an open house today, first day of market for its newest batch of omegas. He wasted no time strolling over to the Exchange, wanting to be the first in line.
“Oh, Mr. Fell, sir, welcome.” A beta slave bowed to him and opened the door quickly. “My masters will be so pleased that you are here.” Gabriel scoffed to himself, ignoring the slight man, and strolled in like he owned the place. He did have generous amounts of stock in their stock, after all.
“Gabriel!” One of the alpha came over and hugged him. She was a sharp-smelling, double-gun-carrying, mean son of a bitch who oversaw the placement of the omegas into their new homes. “How are you?”
“I’m well, Michael. How is the day shaping so far?” Gabriel glanced around the room, at the lovely, naked omegas shackled into different positions and on different surfaces for the audience’s viewing pleasure. It was an interactive exhibit, however, patrons were not allowed to penetrate an omega that they hadn’t paid for. Once they’d given their signature, however, it was fair game to do with their new omega as they pleased.
“It’s an excellent crop this quarter. I think you will be pleased. Shopping for yourself or for Aziraphale.” Gabriel’s lips curled up at the mention of his eldest son. Aziraphale might be an alpha but his mother’s influence had been ghastly. He was an alpha but he was a sensitive alpha. If they had come out west earlier, Gabriel would have most likely given him to be bitched with how he’d turned out. Soft and kind, protective. He had some fight in him but it seemed to only come out in defense of others.
He should have been bitched and there was just no getting around that.
“It depends on what I find.” He smirked smoothly. “My son won’t care if I sample the goods either way. I’ve never met an omega I couldn’t enjoy. Now Aziraphale tells me he prefers the male omegas, not that there is much difference.” Gabriel snorted. “But I will start my search there.”
“You are in luck.” Michael smiled. “We have three in this class. Come.” She led him to Sandalphon who was the head of organizing the stock and preparing them for their lives ahead. “Male omegas only today, Sandalphon.”
“Have your tastes changed or is this for Aziraphale?” Sandalphon sneered. “He knows they can’t fuck him, right? They don’t have the cock for that.”
“If you would.” Gabriel chuckled. “I must allow Aziraphale his… oddities.”
“You could send him to Lucifer and let him and his men get Aziraphale ready for the Market.” The Market was where the bitched omegas were sold. The Exchange would never admit to being behind both markets but they were, dipping their hands into two gold mines. “He’d sell in an instant with those big eyes and soft hands.” Sandalphon replied slyly, leading Gabriel to the first of the three male omegas. “Now this one was captured in the wilds at ten.” Gabriel let his gaze drift over the slight curves and pale skin. Faint freckles were all but gone due to the following years of being locked away from the world inside a secure location. Omegas didn’t need silly things like sunshine and fresh air. They needed a firm hand and a hard cock. “Very compliant. Fought a bit when he was picked up but fell into line quickly.” Gabriel reached over, pressing a finger into thin, pink lips that opened at his will. He jabbed his fingers into the back of a throat that relaxed and took his fingers down deeper into his throat.
“Impressive.”
“I’m partial to this one myself.” Sandalphon stroked a hand over the fiery red hair of the omega’s cropped bush. Red hair that matched the cropped hair on his head. Gabriel squeezed each of the omega’s breasts next before running his wet fingers down the omega’s stomach. His skin rippled in response to the alpha’s touch and Gabriel smiled down at him.
“He’s eager to please.”
“Good eye.” Sandalphon said in a tone that implied he didn’t mean it. “I was thinking to buy him myself if he doesn’t sell today.”
“Hm, pity.” Gabriel smirked at him and Sandalphon’s face fell. “I’ve never had a male omega. I’ve never understood the interest until today.” He pushed Sandalphon’s away from the omega’s cunt, stroking a finger over the dry lips he found between the omega’s legs. “I’ll take him.”
“For Aziraphale.”
“For myself. Aziraphale can have my leftovers when I’m done. The Lord knows it’s more than he deserves.” Gabriel signed the papers that Sandalphon shoved at him, his mark making the deal as good as done. He was good for it. They all knew he was. And now this little redhead omega was all his.