Novel & Cerita Alpha And Omega Book Series

I quickened my steps, clutching the stack of bedsheets tighter against my chest. We arrived at the Alpha family’s residence…towering above the rest of Pine Shadows like a watchful sentinel. It was sleek and modern, yet edged with old pack symbols carved into the stone arches. This was the first time I had ever been allowed near the Alpha’s private chambers, and I couldn't help but stare as we made our way up the wide staircase, heart thudding. At the top of the stairs, a young Omega ran up breathless, whispering urgently. The head maid turned, frowning.

It seemed as though the world had twisted itself around me, trapping me in this nightmare that I couldn't escape. Being an omega had never felt like a blessing, but here, in this twisted reality with Colton, it felt like nothing but a curse. A fate that had bound me to a world of suffering, pain, and degradation. I hated being omega—hated the helplessness that came with it, hated how it made me vulnerable to the whims of cruel men who saw me as nothing more than a possession. A toy to play with, a thing to use, that’s all I had ever been to anyone who crossed my path.

River knew of the De La Mort's plan to take over all of the pack's territories, so she wondered if Lord Draven had begun this conversation with the rogues for that purpose. Now that he had his answer, he wanted to get into action. Fighting off the rogues, and then, the vampires would be too herculean a task. They might suffer casualties that would take forever to heal from. She would become Alpha, though. She would lead and protect her people. She was the unclaimed Omega who turned out to be bigger than the entire pack itself. Now, she was a hybrid – a powerful one. With a chorus of bloodthirsty screeches, the rogues charged at them.

“This is what happens when you push me to the edge. When you make me fight for what’s mine.” The omegas, though brave, seemed to be overwhelmed by the sheer scale of the chaos. They fought alongside me, their skills complementing my own as we battled through the onslaught. Alpha Jo and Alpha Pax, freed from their restraints, joined in the fight with renewed vigor. The bonds that had once held them captive were now nothing more than distant memories as they embraced the fight with fierce determination.

“Then, what are you uneasy about like this? We love each other, isn't that more than enough. Do you believe me if I am happy if I live with you? If you don't believe me, then I will promise to always accept you, accompanying you in difficult or happy circumstances. Whatever our circumstances will be, I still love you because you are my Alpha.” The beautiful Omega smiled heartily with her hands stretched out, stroking tan-skinned cheeks under her body.

As he walked toward the darker path leading away from the field, his presence lingered, heavy and undeniable, long after he was gone. The bond pulsed again. Subtle. Persistent. Like a quiet knock on a door he refused to open. Damon clenched his fists. Alpha instincts urged him to turn, to seek, to protect. To find the one tied to his soul and pull him close. Every instinct screamed that someone out there belonged to him, someone vulnerable, someone aching. An omega. That alone was dangerous knowledge.

✍️ Author’s note: Please pardon this note, which might slightly add to the word count and chapter cost, but I feel obligated to share this now to avoid any future disappointment. This book is a sequence—a three-part series. First: DENNYJAY—TO TOUCH AN OMEGA Second: TO LOVE AND TO KILL—THE TRUE ALPHA Third: LUOMAX—CLAIMED BY AN ICY OMEGA All three are LGBTQ-themed.

Where’s the women supporting women everyone preaches? Apparently, it’s gone. Burnt to ashes and buried deep. I stared at her, and for the first time in a long while, I didn’t look away. I just looked at her—with all the hate and hurt she’d planted in my chest. Was it not enough that the Alpha treated me like filth? Did she have to jump in and help him crush me too? Do rich wolves enjoy hating omegas? Do they get some kind of secret bonus for it? She took a step closer, catching me still staring, her eyes flashing with rage.

"Omega. Sold to Silver Claw Pack in settlement of a debt owed by Viktor Hale of the outer territory." It was not a question. It was a recitation of facts, delivered without inflection, without cruelty, and somehow that was worse than cruelty would have been. At least cruelty would have acknowledged that what was being described was a person and not a transaction. "Yes," she said. Her voice came out clear. Small victory. His gaze moved over her once more, that slow deliberate inventory, and then he straightened in the throne and the quality of attention in the room shifted immediately, everyone around her going slightly more rigid, slightly more alert, responding to whatever subtle signal the

"Alright then... Take care of yourself." Then, he left. For some minutes, Morvienne stood at the door, listening until the sound of his footsteps fully disappeared. And once it did, she turned away from the door, meaning to walk back to her bed, but she barely took two steps before it hit her. Her omega heat pressed from the inside, but this time her alpha side pushed forward too in a way she did not expect. The air around her thickened, and her own scent changed instantly. It wasn't calm, it wasn't controlled, but it was...