When my father sold me to the highest bidder, I never expected them to be my Scent Match.
They couldn't have known—not with the illegal suppressants I was on—but one interaction was all it took for me to decide they could never find out. To them, being an Omega was my only worth. They saw a spoiled, shallow girl with expensive taste, and they made up their minds. The ruthless Alphas intended to use me, but secrets never stay buried for long. I'd find out what they wanted and use it to bargain for my freedom. They may have bought me, but they'd never own me. And before I disappeared, I'd make sure they knew exactly who they'd tried to cage—and that some mistakes can't be undone. Even if they begged. Tropes: purchased omega; scent matches; groveling; they don't know she's their scent match—but she does; med/high spice; non-shifting growly Alphas; heat auctions. Contains mature content. A complete list of content warnings can be found on the author's website.
