Prized Omega

From Jett's Point of View

The life as a pamper omega is really nice.

I lay in my wolf form while some servant pets my ears.

I like that.

I am the prince, straight from my mother, a beta unfortunately, a royal omega.

The prices on my hand run high but there many suitors that would like to be my alpha.

My father has found it fun to make it a bidding war until I am of age.

At a mere 16, my highest offer is 50 million dollars.

My hair is a gorgeous, rare silver, my eyes the most beautiful emerald shade of green possible, and my body is lean and fit.

I am the pride of my father but my mother despises my very existence because I am more than she could ever be.

She was bought at a swine price of a mere 5 thousand dollars. She has never been awarded the title of queen because of my father's wife.

She is just a sex object for my father's every whim.

To say the least, my family dynamic is complicated and hard to explain.

My father comes in and I shift, dismissing the petting.

He smiles at me, "how are you my boy?"

His eyes trail down my body in inspection.

I sit up tall, "I am good father. Enjoying the afternoon sun."

He sits and holds out a box, "here is a gift my son."

I hold the box, "what for?"

He does this often. Just brings gift because he can.

I open it to reveal my recent book requests. Another way I like to spend my time, buried in a good book.

I carry my books to my shelf and slip them on.

After father leaves, I peer out the window. I find the person I am looking for and smile.

It is the stable boy. Father lets him stay around because I like him. We don't actually have a need for a stable as we don't have any horses.

He is paid well to tend to the stables though.

I slip on my sneakers and hurry out to see him.

We make our way into the stables and lay in the hay pile together. We just talk nonsense and laugh at each other for hours.

I look at him, "what was your most recent bid on my hand?"

He looks away, "42 million."

I brush his hair away from his face softly, "it's higher now."

He looks over at me, "we could just run away together Jett."

I kiss his cheek softly, "I can't run Maximus."

He stares at me, "we could."

I lay there with him in the hay still. I don't know what else to say about it. I can't run away.

Firstly, my father would find me. Secondly, I am too pampered to run.

Sometimes I think Maximus overlooks that I am in fact a pamper prince.

He kisses my forehead softly, "I can't keep up with the millionaires that can just pull it from their banks."

I nod, "I am sorry."

He stares at me, "you aren't a commodity for me Jett, you actually matter to me. You're not a collector's piece or a status symbol for me."

I get out of the hay and brush myself off, "I know."

I hold out my hand and help him up.

He is just a little taller, a little calloused from working in the stables, strong and fit, perfect in all ways in my opinion.

I slowly push him against the wall and lean up to kiss him.

He wraps his arms around me and I move closer, deepening the kiss.

I pull away just a little, "I am sorry. I know we agreed to stop kissing."

He brushes back a strand of my hair, "I know."

I hurry away from him when the stable door opens. I am rolling around in the hay when my father comes in further. Maximus is nailing a board back into place.

Father looks at me, "it is time to go in Jett."

I head out of the stables but I heard him reprimanding Maximus in there. I press my ear to the door.

Maximus keeps a respectful tone, "I promise your highness, I don't touch him in any ways."

Father raises his voice a little, "I know you want him. You add a bid every few months. You need to understand that a mere stable boy is not enough for my son. He is a prize and someone who can support his high maintenance needs should have him. Not you, lowly and poor."

I run back to the palace and go to my room. I don't care what father says. Maximus could take plenty good care of me.

I try not to think about it. I lean my head back into my pillow. Later I am called for dinner.

The bid is now at 200 million and I know it must have been father's peddling and pushing due to his argument with Maximus.

It is slowly looking more appealing to run away with him but still father would find me. I am too precious to him, monetarily and emotionally.

After dinner, I go out to the stables again, I climb up into the loft where Maximus's bed is.

He is settled in with a book, one I gave him. He smiles at me.

I lay beside him on his bed, "hello."

He closes the book and looks over at me, "you don't usually come out this late. What's wrong?"

I slip my fingers through his and lay by him, "the bid is 200 million."

He turns pale at that number, "already?"

I nod a little, leaning over into him a little.

He quietly plays with my hair, "listen Jett, I have that 42 million. It's cash. We could run away. Like just run away as far as we can and change our names. We could buy some little house and live together."

I play with the idea in my head. Just running away like he wants.

He brushes my hair back, "if your father catches you out here, he's going to skin me."

I slowly move onto his chest, "I won't let him."

He leans down and kisses the top of my head, "I wish I didn't fall in love with you. This bidding war is going to be the death of me."

I reach up and rub his cheek absentmindedly, "I am sorry for always bothering you."

He shakes his head, "you don't bother me."

We fall into a comfortable silence for a while, until the barn door creaks open and my father's voice comes in.

He sounds angry, "Jett, are you out here?"

I answer, "yes father."

I creak the bed as I get up clumsily.

He storms up to the loft, "what are you doing?"

I look at my hands, "visiting my friend."

Maximus stands, "I'm sorry your highness."

I wait for father to leave before I do.