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“So did you.” Seren nodded. The First Creator's voice suddenly screamed through Ren. “No!” His body began breaking apart. Auren moved forward. “It's over.” Ren looked at him. “You think you won?” Auren shook his head. “No.” He looked toward Elara. “She did.” The First Creator's presence began disappearing. Ren collapsed to his knees. The darkness around them vanished. Elara found herself standing beneath the ancient tree. Everyone was there. Elias. Lyra. Adrian.

Gulping painfully, I caress Emma’s back as I try to concentrate back on my book, picking up the tune that I was humming. *** While time seems to go by fast, the marking ceremony seems just to inch closer painfully slowly. Strange things that happen randomly on the pack’s territory keep me on edge, and while Cayden keeps trying to calm me down, I really can’t. The dead animals found drained of their blood at our borders and Edward telling us more and more names of the Omegas involved just seem like messengers of a bigger misfortune that has yet to happen. Sadly, the more names he called out, the less truthful he seemed. More and more of the she-wolves he named were proved to be innocent and couldn’t be involved.

Giovanni chips in. “Do you hate her brother? Is it so?” I say out loud, getting Lucifer’s attention. ‘I thought it was like those schoolboys, who are extra mean to the girls they really like’ I mind link this last part to Lucifer, pushing him more. Oh! This is so much fun. Just then Avo announces that Omerta is outside, and asks Giovanni to get her in. Her presence seems even stronger now, than it was yesterday. One look at Lucifer, and I know he is seething. And all that anger comes bursting out, as soon as Omerta enters the room.

He sank his teeth into my left forearm, snarling menacing. "I'm more angrier than you can ever be." I handled the sword pinging down, and plunged it into his skull, ending him. His blood spilled over my face, and the rest became afraid of attacking me. "That's right, you should be scared. You all should be scared of me." A sonorous bum broke through the woods on either side of us, silencing the clattering of swords. The Omicrons, they're here." "The fire. Hold out your fire! The Omicrons are out! Form a circle around me and guide yourself with the fire." One of Kazamir's men hollered. His men rallies around him, gripping their torches to their chest, their eyes darting about frightfully.

“We need to talk.” He smirked, flicking his cigarette to the ground and lighting another one with practiced ease. “Don’t you always?” he replied, exhaling a plume of smoke. “What’s it this time? Another shipment gone missin’?” I didn’t bother with small talk. “The Omens,” I said bluntly. “They’ve been stirrin’ shit up. Stole our guns. We think they’ve got somethin’ big planned. You hear anything?”

Blondie lets go of me and looks to his Alpha. I smirk. “Oh, I dare. You have no idea what you’ve done, but you’re about to find out.” “Don’t do it!” Bastian hisses. “I, Lillian Anja Dalgaard, Omerian Alpha and future Queen of Zidiah,” Both Bastian and Blondies eyes widen so much it’s almost comical. “Do not accept your rejection, Bastian Armond Ashworth, Alpha of Greenrock. You may not have remembered me, but I remember you, Bastian Ashworth. The mate bond will eventually break, and you know what that means for you, don’t you? Rejecting an Omerian is the most stupid thing any wolf could do. Now you will suffer pain you never knew existed.”

I went to see Emma the next day after Wren was all settled with our son and enjoying our visitors from her ceremony. I got absolutely no where with Emma. She is deranged and delusional. She thinks it’s time for omegas to rule the werewolf world and will ready to kill. I worry about the supposed army of omegas Emma claims she has in her back pocket waiting for her command. I talked to both Becca and Wren about it. Wren didn’t know about an army, but Becca did, so she is trying to get in contact with the other she-wolves she knows to see what information she can find out.

She looks like a mental patient. "She looks like someone who just came from the gutters; how did she even get here? Does she even know how she smells? "I can't sense any strong aura from her. She's one of those weak ones, for sure." "How did someone like that get into the palace in the first place?" "Someone should call the guards; omegas aren't allowed here." "She looks like she's planning to get a mate today; who would want an omega? Haha, she's a complete fool. Those who heard laughed as I walked behind them. The humiliation!!

Emma opened her mouth wide as she looked at Grayson's thick rod which was erected and bringing out pre-cum. She looked at this sexy man that looked different from his strict self and looked like one she would want to fuck! She looked at his chest and wished she could run her hand down his muscles and then suck and lick his hot body. Her eyes turned lustful at her thought and her teeth instinctively bit her lips. Her eyes roamed his body once more then focused on the movement of his hands.

I whispered, my hands shaking uncontrollably. "You did," Kael said. He stepped closer, inspecting my face. "Your eyes... they were glowing." "Glowing?" "Gold," Kael said. "Pure gold." He looked back at the road where Thorne had knelt. "That was an Alpha Command," Kael said. "You forced an Alpha to kneel with a thought." "I'm an omega," I said, panic rising in my throat. "That's impossible." Kael looked at me, and this time, there was no doubt in his eyes. Only awe.

Nexelex and Thersar smirked at his ogre remark: idiotic blood and life-sucking leech. “Well, let’s give it a try”, I said, ignoring his stupid remarks, and I said to a few omegas loudly enough for everyone to hear that they shall step forward when instructed. I didn’t mind link them as I needed everyone to be on the same page when it came to our further movements, my warriors faes, dwarves and vampires alike. The flash of fear tore through the eyes of my omegas, but I quickly suffocated it with my commanding aura that slipped away. They nodded submissively. Thersar raised his hands and opened his palms, releasing the black dust and smoke to wrap around my omegas. He instructed a few of his warriors who had necromancy powers to cover the omegas, too, as my omegas attempted to pass through the passage. Kandreah let his necromancy aura slip away, engulfing omegas with black dust and smoke. “Go”, I ordered. Omegas walked through a passage encapsulated with Kandreah’s, Thersar’s and Faes' magic with no issues. The walls did not move an inch, nor did the pavement. Corpses of lesser faes and omega Lycans still flailing limply on the spike. That was a reminder of what will happen if anyone loses focus. Omegas had glanced over to spikes. Dread visibly washed over their faces. Finally, they managed to get to the other end of the passage, and they waved to us.

But Clara had already made her judgment, a dark, menacing look crossing her features. "So, you ran into Lucas on purpose and injured his hand. Then, you manipulated your father so he would kick Lucas out of the house." The color drained from Caleb's face as he desperately clung to her hand. "No! I was just so afraid…" Selene, noticing the commotion from the track, killed the engine and ran over to me. Only after making sure I was fine did she finally relax. I took her hand in mine. "Let's go. It's time to head back for dinner."

“If the other pack chiefs believe we fabricated the runic ledger to expand our territory, they will ally with the north.” “They won't ally with a kin-slayer, Ebu,” Ifu stated firmly, his hand rising to cup the back of my neck, gently pulling my head down until our foreheads rested together in a silent warrior's vow. “The ledger you untangled contains the scent-signatures of three missing omegas from the Silver Crescent Foundation. When the high council sees that Dominik was trading our unborn pups to the human watchmen for silver certificates, they will tear his throat out themselves.” A cold shudder passed through me at the reminder of the sheer depravity we were fighting against. “Then we have them.”

“On your knees.’’ His command is like a switch in her mind. Her frail body moves even though her mind tries to will itself against it. His words have so much control over her. She finds herself sitting up and dropping to her knees. Dropping her head and staring at his feet. Her heart thuds quickly. Ideas of how she was going to die play in her mind. Was it by her father's hand or by the alpha’s? There has never been a situation like this one. An Omega has never failed to kill a human. She cannot stop herself from crying. Back in the field, Elena had been surrounded by so much bloodshed and death. She had watched as Omegas who she had grown up with and called allies tear humans apart as if they didn't have life in them. They ripped their hearts out of their bodies. The screams of every one of those humans still echo in Elena’s mind. They fill her with so much horror.

“Is this what you wanted?” Lucien growled, his voice low and rough as his thrusts got harder, faster. “To be pinned against the wall and fucked by your step brother?” *** A small smirk tugged on Rowan’s lips as he watched her squirm. “Here I was, thinking you were innocent.” He chuckled darkly. He leaned in, whispering in a cold, commanding voice. “Lift up your skirt and bend over that table. I’m going to give you the cock you’re so desperate for— and goddess help you Faye, you wouldn’t be walking out of here the same person.” ***** He was her step brother. And he was the rival Alpha. Both of them forbidden. A line never to cross. But what power did an Omega have against a bond created by the goddess herself? Faye enters the Lupin Academy with nothing but her twin sister and a past she’s been forced to hide. But when fate binds her to two dangerous men—her possessive stepbrother and a rival Alpha sworn to destroy him—her existence becomes a threat. One wants to own her. One wants to consume her. Neither will walk away.

I could be moving to Outcast in hopes someone will love me. I head to the punch table to calm my nerves, and on the way, I hear the voice of my old friend-enemy fake whispering about me. "Yeah, that's her. The omega who acts like her shit don't stink," she says, and my eyes roll. I don't even acknowledge her by turning around. She has been eighteen for about two months already and will be heading to Outcast soon if she doesn't find her mate. Logan and her have hooked up before. They've even dated; I bet she will be his mate. They are a perfect match.

Yet with Renesme firmly gripping her cheek, Hailey resolved to show her exactly what she wanted to see: a brazen opportunist ready to capitalize on Alpha's riches. Renesme released her with a flourish, and Hailey's shaky knees gave way, causing her to stumble to the ground. Renesme leaned down and snatched the envelope from the floor. "You will come to regret your choice today. You will plead for mercy, and I will not give it. There are dangerous threats in this world, especially for Omegas who cannot protect themselves." Her cold gaze scrutinized Hailey's. "I strongly suggest you proceed with caution from this point forward."

my dad's voice quickly pulls me out of my thoughts as he appears alongside Noah. "What in the goddess has happened here?" he bellows out and thankfully Noah saves me from having to explain any more as he fills my dad in on everything whilst the doc checks Stacey. She starts to wake up and immediately locks eyes with me with an evil grin spread wide across her face. "How dare you touch me, I am the Gamma's daughter and your just a fat ugly Omega!" Hearing her call me fat brings my mind straight back to Jay but I muster all my strength to mask it, I won't let her see it. Growls sound out and I look over to see that they came from Noah and Alex and the look Alex is giving Stacey is chilling.

Thane’s Point of View I stepped forward, my gaze fixed on the omega slumped unconscious against the rough stone wall. Her body looked small and fragile, her bruised limbs curled in on themselves like she was trying to disappear from the world. Her breathing was shallow, uneven. “Let her go,” I said again, my voice calm, but there was steel in it. The girl pinning her young, sharp-eyed, and practically dripping entitlement,turned to face me with a growl low in her throat. Her dominance hung heavy in the air, but I didn’t flinch.

Liora buried her face into the crook of Storm's neck, her shoulders shaking as she pretended to weep bitter tears of grief over the painful necessity of executing her own sister. The submissive Omega was dead in the dirt, the Alpha was firmly under her spell, and the entire kingdom was finally hers to rule.