Alpha And Omega Fanfiction Novels & Stories

His dreams would be the same. The smile of the omega was now imprinted on his mind. His Alpha would roar each time he dreamt about that beautiful Omega, growling in the darkness of the night when realisation would hit him that it was just a dream and not reality. In his dreams, he would chase the omega . The Omega would run with a big smile on her face and mischief in her soft eyes. And so Alexander found himself sitting in front of his laptop. The number of tabs was open in front of him with the third coffee in his hand .

He couldn't believe that his presence made her shy. “Omega,” he called. “What I said some few minutes was nothing but… I was just trying to get you angry so that you can talk. Don't take it to heart,” Alpha said. Omega Yna raised her eyes and looked at him then returned her eyes to the floor. She couldn't maintain her eye contact with him. Alpha was expecting her to carry on with the conversations, but she didn't. He had to continue.

It made his words surprising; he’d never spoken to me before now. Alpha Devon Cross, my mate, my love, my everything. In high school he was the one all the girls crushed on. He was the one that all the she-wolves dreamed to have as their mate. Someone like me though, an Omega, wasn’t good enough for an Alpha like him. I thought I’d be lucky if a kind, lower status wolf was my mate. I was so wrong.

"I can't stay here any longer, not with my ex-fiancé and his fiancée under the same roof, I can’t stand them, they are going to make my life miserable, and I just can’t deal with the both of them." Alpha James cut me off, his hand grasping my chin and forcing me to meet his gaze. "Why?" he demanded. "They have nothing on you. I will protect you from any harm that befalls you, you are my mate after all, the moon goddess chose you for a reason." I felt myself getting lost in the swirling gray of his eyes, my heart pounding. "So... you weren't joking?" I asked calmly. "About a regular omega like me being your mate?"

“He wants to introduce me to his parents. He says it’s time for the next step in our relationship.” ‘What step?’ I thought. Someone needs to tell these girls that a guy introducing you to his parents doesn’t necessarily mean he’s in love or will be loyal. Roman did the same, but he didn't see me as a partner, instead a trophy. A trophy that he needed to solidify his position as Alpha. And he wasn't even born into an Alpha lineage, he was merely a bitter Beta yearning for more power. “It’s getting late, Alicia. You should go now; you don’t want to get caught in traffic.” I said, hoping to shift the conversation away from Frederick and my thoughts away from Roman.

And that was when it dawned on me, everything that had happened since the escape. His aura, the wolves bowing to him. He was the Alpha King. And I was mated to the alpha king. The Alpha king was my second chance mate. My head felt light at the realization, my vision suddenly blurring And then all I saw was black.

The hate had eaten so deep into my heart that it overpowered the force of the bond. "Answer me, before I stuff it in your mouth." My stomach churned. Not just because of what he said, but because I knew that he would do it. He had done such to me numerous times. My greatest desire was to be free of him. But I could not reject him. He was an Alpha, and I was only an Omega. Rejecting him would kill me. Even if I survived it by any slim chance, my wolf would surely die. "Yes." I hissed. "She is taking your fucking cock nicely."

"Zara Winters is our mate." The silence exploded into chaos. Voices overlapped - shock, outrage, disbelief. I caught fragments of conversations: "The servant girl?" "But she's just an omega..." "This can't be right..." "SILENCE!" Liam's roar shook the chandelier. The pack immediately quieted, instinct forcing them to submit to their new Alpha. I felt trapped, cornered. My wolf was torn between submission to our mates and the overwhelming urge to run. The room spun slightly. "Breathe, little one," Noah murmured, suddenly at my side. His hand found the small of my back, steadying me.

I have him by the throat before he gets another word out, slammed back against the wall hard enough to crack plaster, my wolf surging forward with a violence I haven't felt in years, something dark and furious rising up under the ache in my chest like the two feelings just found each other and decided to become one thing. "Where," I say again, quiet now, which is somehow worse than shouting, "is she?” "She wasn't here," he chokes out. "We came to teach the other one a lesson, the loud one, we didn’t…” "You broke into their home,” I shout in anger. This type of behavior is not acceptable in my pack. "The Alpha rejected her, we thought…” "I didn't reject her." The words come out of me before I

I growled She remained still “I said, get the fuck up!” "Alpha!" she sobbed, sitting back on her heels. She reached out and her fingers clutched at the cuff of my trousers, trying to pull herself up against my leg like a wounded wolf. "What is wrong with you? I am your omega. You saved me. You care about me.” I looked down at her, and my wolf bared its fangs behind my ribs, letting out a dark, continuous growl that rattled in my throat. Everything about this scenario was wrong. It was a grotesque, maddening theater performance