All Chapters of The Omega For Sale: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Greyson took the stairs two at a time with Freya clinging to him like a koala bear. The green eyed woman weighed close to nothing and Greyson enjoyed the feeling of her butt resting against his hand and he reveled in the way the younger woman’s body shuddered periodically in pleasure. Greyson balanced Freya in one arm then he turned the knob of the door, entering into the space and kicking the door shut. The moment Freya’s back came in contact with the soft fluffy bed, she let out a moan of satisfaction and Greyson’s eyes darkened at the sound before crawling on top of her, his eyes embracing hers.The moment Freya’s eyes connected with Greyson’s, the intense look of lust and desire in the Alpha’s eyes sent a shiver of pure lust dancing along her entire spine. She caught his gaze, holding it in hers and never once did she break it.Greyson hated eye contact and it ticked him when anyone tried to hold and maintain eye contact with him but this one with Freya surprisingly did not grat

Greyson’s POV:The moment I shut the door to the bathroom, it felt like I could breathe better. I jumped straight into the shower, twisting the knobs, until the right temperature of water flowed out, before moving to stand underneath the pouring. My palms were sweaty and shaky and for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why it was so difficult to get a hold of my entire body. I had just slept with my personal maid. And what was worse, it had been the damn best sex I ever had. There was no way to take back this particular thing, but completely avoiding it and making sure it never happened again was the best way to ensure that nothing got ruined in the long run. Especially because of the Master, slave dynamic between us. But for some reason, everything in me screamed in disagreement with that rational thought. What had just happened hours before had been totally unplanned but Goddess! I wanted more, so much more. I had loved every bit of it. The push and pull, the way in which

Scawy MoniestarsThat was the first thing in little Jessy’s mind as she flipped her pretty poppers open. She had just had a scary dream where a big bad ugly bunny had been chasing her and she had even fallen at one point and hurt her arm.The bunny was nothing like the beautiful, soft bunny that had belonged to one of the Beta’s children back at her previous home. Ever since the day she had felt that bunny, Jessy had wanted a bunny for herself.Especially since the mean kid had snatched the bunny from Jessy and had called her bad names the moment that Jessy had picked it up, but those few seconds of feeling the stuffed toy was all it took to convince the three years old that bunnies were perfect. Even as toys. But her most recent dream was trying to put a dent in that conviction and when Jessy realized that she had wet the bed, just the way she tended to do when she was scared or overwhelmed, the tears that she had been fighting hard to keep at bay, came tumbling down her fat cheeks.

“I’m sure she’s alright.” Christie whispered to me for what felt like the the thirtieth time in the last half an hour. But just like the first time that she had said the comforting words to me, they had absolutely no effect on me. I was still a restless mess and the nerves that were bubbling in my stomach, threatened to create a hole within it. I took my bottom lips into my mouth and began worrying it. A bad habit I had when I was extremely nervous and even scared. Jessy had not been away from me for that long, but I couldn’t get myself to concentrate on anything else, except the fact that my baby was not by my side and anything could be happening to her right now. The entire situation that surrounded the missing picture was messy but I knew that something had happened to my baby while I was away the previous night and guilt ate at my stomach. Sighing heavily, I moved from the stool that I was currently perched on and proceeded to move out of the kitchen, ignoring Christie’s ques

Cuddling with Jessy during bedtime was the only sort of bonding my daughter and I used to have, back at our former pack. I was usually so busy and tired during the day that it wasn’t until night came and we were set to go to bed that I had any sort of contact with my child. Now things were different. Jessy was able to spend enough time with me during the day, we could do more, and we were now definitely bonding over a lot of other things but it did not change the fact that cuddling at bedtime was still our favorite thing to do. And at the moment, I reveled in burying my nose in my child’s hair, breathing in her scent and allowing it to calm me down while I held her tight in my arms. Not having Jessy by my side for the rest of the evening had made me more anxious than I thought I would ever be. And this time it was a different kind of anxious that I felt. I wasn’t worried that the Alpha or his Beta would try to hurt my child. I was worried that my child was getting too close to the