Briar can only watch in terror as the wolves who attacked his pack fight in the omega auction for the right to own him. When the dust settles, the largest, most savage fighter steps forward, and Briar realizes with horror that he’s been won by a rogue alpha. But Rohan isn’t the monster Briar first takes him for.
In fact, Rohan is unlike any alpha Briar has ever met.
Rohan slowly begins to earn the frightened omega’s trust through patience and tenderness. But with secrets and danger surrounding them, their bond will be tested repeatedly as they run from the violent packs trying to reclaim Briar. The two lovers are pushed to their breaking point, fleeing for their lives, and Briar discovers one more challenge for their perilous journey—he’s pregnant.
Auctioned Omega is an action filled 46k gay shifter mpreg novel with steamy scenes between two men, no cliffhangers, and no cheating.
Continue the sci-fi omega series with Episode Two!Excerpt:“My mom is dying. You might have read about her in my file? She’s not doing so good this year.” His eyes are itchy. It’s annoying that he has to touch them now, when he definitely can’t look l when he definitely can’t look like he’s crying. “She needs medicine and a better home. She has for a long time now, and I wish I’d done this sooner honestly. But also…”
Back to baby machine. Back to logic and making sense and not feeling anything. Whatever’s swirling in his chest can’t dare come out.
“I want to give her a grandchild. A pretty one,” he admits with a shrug. “You know, blue hair and all.”
He glances quickly to Zachri’s hair, which is beautiful and amazing. But also, the alpha’s eyes are intent and he’s sitting forward in his chair again. That makes it harder to speak, so Rourke keeps admiring the baseboards.
“He’s for me too.” Rourke purposely avoids using ‘it’. “I’m not just doing it for my mother.” Anymore. Apparently. “But it’s really important that we don’t wait a year. She doesn’t have that long, and I’d like her to see her grandchild as soon as possible. So she can be happy, you know?”
Zachri doesn’t answer his you know, and Rourke can’t take the silence much longer. He can’t bring himself to look at the other man. Since he hasn’t said anything, Rourke must have given him an insufficient answer.
He mumbles, “I have this image of my future. Me and an alpha. Uh, you, I guess. And our baby. And she’s there to visit us, holding him for the first time. We’re all happy.”
A little more than two years have passed since Clint purchased his Omega, Trevor, at the auction (Soul Mate for Sale). Can there really be a happy ever after for two shifters who found each other there? "Do you still love me?""I..I think so," Trevor "I..I think so," Trevor said slowly, dropping his face to his hands. "I mean, whatever this has been, it has remained steady."
"Whatever this has been?" I repeated, my stomach clenching. "You used to say you love me. Now you don't know if you ever did?"
I desperately wanted Trevor to correct me, to say that he had misspoken. To assure me that he loved me. That wasn't what happened. Instead, he tried to swallow a little sob and looked up, his beautiful blue eyes awash with tears and his bottom lip trembling.
"I see." A million more questions ran through my mind, but I forced them – and my confused wolf - back. "Can you tell me more? How long have you felt this way?" I swallowed hard. "Do..you want the claim reversed?"
"I don't know." He was choking on his sobs, and I had to fight every Alpha instinct to keep from touching him, comforting him. There was nothing I could do to stop the pheromones that my body released at his distress, though. "Things were so bad until you bought me and it's better here." He winced at the word. "But that's it, isn't it? You didn't choose me. You bought me because I was convenient, because I was different." He dashed the tears from his eyes. "Do you really think you would love me if we had met the normal way?"
"I know I would," I insisted immediately even though I already knew that this was an argument I couldn't win. "There was an amazing number of Omegas in that place. You know that. You were the only one I responded to. You're meant to be mine."
Trevor attempted a smile, but it was a weak imitation of his usual warm grin. "That's pheromones, sex." He shook his head sadly. "That's not love."
I could have argued that point, but I could tell that he had more he didn't want to say. "And?"
"I feel like I'm being forced into a role I didn't study for," my mate whispered haltingly. "I don't feel like I belong here anymore."
5% of all proceeds from The Omega Auction Chronicles books are donated to support The Trevor Foundation.
If you’re born an omega, you don’t get to stay with your pack. Instead, you’re sent to the Omega Auctions, a place where wolves are traded between packs...and those trades aren’t always what the omegas want them to be... As an omega, Robbie Huxley waie Huxley was auctioned for the first time at just nine years old. The second time he was fifteen, and the third time he was eighteen. For Robbie, each auction has meant a crueler, meaner master, and a life that he loathes with every fiber of his being.
The week before he is due to be auctioned for the fourth time, Robbie decides that the only option left to him is to try to run. He knows that it will be difficult, because omegas are strictly forbidden to leave their pack, but Robbie doesn’t see any other option. If he is ever going to have a chance at a life with even a tiny bit of happiness he has to strike out on his own.
But Robbie doesn’t know there is a wolf whose job it is to hunt down, and bring back, escaping omegas. And that wolf is coming after him with a very specific purpose in mind...
If you’re born an omega, you don’t get to stay with your pack. Instead, you’re sent to the Omega Auctions, a place where wolves are traded between packs. Those bidding at the auction might be looking for help on their farms, companions for their family members, or even something else entirely...
For Stephen, he has known since he was a pup that he’d end up in the Omega Auctions and he’s always seen it as his chance to escape from the pack that has rejected him and start a new life elsewhere. So long as he can find a way to bring his only remaining family member with him Stephen doesn’t much care where he ends up...at least that was what he always thought...but on the day of the auction Stephen is bid on by a strange wolf from a distant pack. That wolf wants Stephen for one thing and one thing only...to breed him.
Stephen is faced with a hard choice. Either to accept his new status as a breeding wolf and keep his family together, or fight against it, and lose not just his family and his new pack, but any hope he ever had of a new life.
For Robin's alleged crime, he's sent to rehabilitation camp. Even if he was innocent when he was caught and sentenced, this cage is his life now, and the plucky young man has to make the best of the situation. Through whispers and passed notes, he forges an illicit friendship with his fellow inmate.
AJ has long since given up hope of getting rescued. He can only hope his spirit won’t break like the other prisoners’. As the desperate omega fights to maintain his sanity, the stolen moments with Robin become the bright spot in his life. Except as time goes by, both of them begin to wonder if they’re actually being rehabilitated - or if they’re here for more ambiguous reasons.
Will Robin and AJ make it out of the “camp” alive? And if they do, will two omegas be allowed to live together as mates?
(Omega Mates is a 220-page standalone gay romance novel featuring loveable omegas, cruel villains, and a double male pregnancy - happily ever after guaranteed!)
MPREG DRAGON SHIFTER SHORT STORIES When Aidan and Lucas go out for the night of their lives, their encounter with a secret collective of dragon shifters will end up changing their lives forever...Aidan and Lucas are going out for a night on the town. are going out for a night on the town.
Aidan has just finished up the last exam of his freshman year in college, and he and Lucas are celebrating by going out to a hot new club and trolling for romance.
However, they completely overlook the men in suits standing around through the club in suits, checking them out behind their sunglasses-
After a night of downing so many free drinks, they decide they're best off leaving and as they're driving back something massive, black, and winged runs in front of their vehicle, causing them to crash, and to black out.
When the two men awake, they're in the back of a cargo truck, sitting among two rows of naked men with metal collars around their necks to keep them from escaping.
They're let out at an auction block, and realize that from here on out, the two of them are to be slaves to dragon shifters...
This is a standalone short story.
WARNING: This ebook contains hot sex scenes, naughty words, intense action and paranormal mysteries, intended for 18+ readers only.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a gay paranormal romance short story collection with an HEA. This ebook contains mature themes and language, intended for 18+ readers only.
The Omega Auction, Omega Auction Short Stories, and The Omega Rescue series have all be rebranded under The Omega Auction Chronicles umbrella series in order of release. 5% of all proceeds from The Omega Auction Chronicle stories are donated to The Trevor Project; the leading national organization providing crisis intervention and suicide prevention services to lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and questioning (LGBTQ) young people ages 13-24.
This is not a stand alone story. It is a short story (novella) featuring gay characters who have been introduced in The Omega Auction and The Omega Rescue. If you haven't read those stories, this probably will not make sense. You can find the first five books on Kindle Unlimited in The Omega Chronicles (ASIN: B01N40BZS3) and the sixth book Music to His Ears on Kindle Unlimited (ASIN:B01N6KFX2Q). A Solstice Eve to Remember is a fun and silly evening where everyone is together for the holiday - there is no real plot and virtually no sex. Enjoy!
The deep bass of bells pealed soundly through the early evening air as the ancient brass bellpull bobbed gently back into place.
“Good evening, Mistress,” Dragos greeted me warmly, swinging the door open wide to allow me entrance. “The Masters are out at present but assuredly will be pleased that you have arrived.”
“Thank you, Dragos.” I allowed him to help me from my heavy woolen coat, shivering when the cold Alaskan air that had followed me in brushed against the bare skin of my neck. “I am pleased to have been invited.”
Dragos allowed his formal mask to slip long enough to smile roguishly. “I am confident that I would not be overstepping to assure you that you are always welcome at Blackwell Castle, Mistress Rhodes.”
I laughed and swatted his arm. “You old flatterer! Now, tell me everything I’ve missed?”
Dragos tsk’d softly, still smiling. “No, Mistress.” He held his elbow out for me to take. “Tonight, that honor falls to another.”
“It does?” I raised a brow, but the butler simply led me on, stopping in front of a familiar being that I hadn’t seen in many years.
“Your Highness!” I quickly dropped as deep a curtsy as my cold, tired bones would allow. “I wasn’t aware that you were still on continent!”
“Silly child, you know you’re to call me Bunic.” One bushy silver-tipped red eyebrow arched. “I stayed on after the bonding to enjoy the holiday with my great-grandsons.” The King of Dragons said, smiling at me genially. “It is good to see you, Kian. Come and greet me properly.”
I rose to my feet and leaned over the two small dragonlets sleeping in his lap to kiss his weathered cheek. “I see you have company.”
“I certainly do.” His large hand ghosted over the purple scales of the two sleeping infants, one a slightly lighter shade than the other. “It has been many years since I’ve held such small ones.”
“They certainly seem content.” I lowered myself into the chair opposite him. “Dragos said that you would tell me of the castle news?”
“Ah, did he, now?” Bunic’s lined face relaxed into a delighted grin. “It has been an entertaining few days, of that you can be sure.”
Bunic leaned back and closed his eyes, his hand stilling on the dragonlet’s backs. “It all started a fortnight after Harry and Spencer were bonded…”
Things had changed so much over the last few centuries, and Gress wasn’t sure he liked it, or the pressure. Not that he’d want to go back to the days alphas ruled the packs, and omegas were nothing more than breeding stock. But what Joti, his omega co-leader wanted to do, Gress was adamantly against.
No self-respecting omega wanted to go to the Alpha Auction, and purchase a mate. It didn’t matter the auction was entirely voluntary, unlike the old days when omegas were sold off against their will to be bred, and subjugated. How could a worthy alpha stoop so low as to be studded out in such a humiliating manner? Even if they were outnumbered 3-to-1 by omegas, and that was the reason they were no longer the height of the hierarchy among the packs?
It didn’t matter the omega council was pressuring him, and Joti to find a mate, there had to be another way. Except, there wasn’t, and Gress knew it. Every pack ruled by a duel-omega leadership was expected to have an alpha mate, only one alpha mate. It was against council law to have more than one, the risk of the alphas trying to control the pack too great. The one alpha was there to bond with both omegas, and to produce the next generation, hopefully conceiving more alphas to swell the dwindling numbers.
Despite Gress’s objections, they had to attend, but would they find a mate compatible to them both? An alpha willing to have two mates he was expected to bond with, and breed, and submit to their control? Gress wasn’t sure such an alpha existed.
Jaeger couldn’t believe his brother had talked him into signing up for the Alpha Auction. So, he wasn’t getting any younger, but to belittle himself to find a mate? It was embarrassing, not to mention expensive. The Alpha Auction wasn’t run like a normal one. Sure, omegas bid on the alpha they were interested in, but that alpha had to come with a dowry. Jaeger’s entire savings was now tied to whether he would be bid on. If the bid exceeded his dowry, he was entitled to keep the money, but how often did that happen?
Jaeger had been searching for a mate—secretly, his destined mate—for more than ten years, but had been unsuccessful. Why he, and his brother, thought he would find his mate at the auction didn’t make sense, but it was too late now. The auction took place in two weeks, and Jaeger had already signed the papers, and given his dowry to the auction officials. If this didn’t pan out, he wasn’t sure what he’d do. And what happened if the winning bid—if he was bid on at all—was an omega he couldn’t stand, or tried to dominate him, and break his alpha pride, and instincts? He was pretty sure his brother hadn’t thought of that, when he practically forced Jaeger to sign up.
It wasn’t as if Jaeger was looking for an omega to submit to him. Alphas had changed over the years, their instincts honed to care for, and protect their mates even more than in the past. They no longer carried the need to dictate, and rule their mates, a trait evolved into extinction. Yes, they were still bigger, stronger, and faster than omegas, but those qualities were used to protect, not lead. Not anymore. Jaeger had no desire to run a pack. He only wanted a mate, hopefully a destined mate, he could love, who desired him, and only him, and maybe have a pup, or two. Was that too much to ask? Would that be too much to expect from the Alpha Auction?