Alpha And Omega : Journey To Bear Kingdom Novels & Stories

I had no idea what lay ahead in those thick lines of trees. As I moved toward the other competitors, I saw a familiar face next to me. Karl's hard gaze bore into mine. His eyes were cold and ruthless. “Karl?” I said, my voice incredulous. Karl glared at me, a smug smile playing across his lips. “It's simple. I'm here to become the alpha.” Karl leaned in close. “What exactly is an omega doing here? What do you know about being an alpha?” My blood boiled at Karl's words, but I forced myself to remain calm. “I may cease to be the omega you know after tonight.”

Emiko let out a snort as she heard my thoughts. "Yeah, Ajax and I are going to be moving to the Underworld. Channing and Dreg will be taking over as Alpha King and Luna Queen." She said, giving me a smile. "I think it's a deserving role for Channing both as a Moon Oracle, and for what she's gone through." That was perfect for Channing, but wait who was going to lead the bear kingdom? "Three mates, as soon as one of them tells his mates that he's half bear."

"You already know what it is." I do. Every Omega does, whispered about in low voices, warned about by every woman who's ever tried to keep a girl like me safe. A mark. A bond. An Alpha's claim, freely given or otherwise, the only thing strong enough to pull a runaway heat back under control before it burns through a body that has nothing left to fight it with. "No," I say, before he can say anything else. "I'm not — I won't ask you for that. Not like this. Not because my body's forcing my hand."

For once, I didn’t feel the need to play the level-headed Alpha. Because I agreed. “Christ is dead,” I said through my teeth. “He just doesn’t know it yet. We burn his operation. Torch every pack that’s in on it. I don’t care how far we have to dig—we bring it all down.” Kael’s gaze stayed fixed on the floor, but his words were steady. “She said there are others. More omegas. Still out there.” The silence that followed was heavier than before—thick enough to choke on.

There was something unstable underneath. “Alpha,” I started, careful to keep my tone neutral, “it appears Alexander has grown bolder.” His eyes didn’t move. His stance didn’t shift either, arms taut and braced as though he were physically keeping himself from reacting. Silence dragged between us, long enough to make the simple act of breathing feel intrusive. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and devoid of inflection. “How so?” I hesitated, my wolf whining faintly under the oppressive atmosphere. “He openly took the omega,” I answered cautiously. “In the presence of his entire pack. He carried her as though… as though she meant more to him than position or hierarchy.”

“We don’t welcome outsiders—” “Bring me your leader,” Ragnar said, voice low, deadly. “Now. Before I burn this whole forest down with you in it.” One of them flinched. The other shifted uneasily but didn’t move. "And who do you think you are?" One of them commanded, the one who was a beta, as he was unable to notice his dominant alpha aura. The omega boy shivered in fear. "He's a dominant Alpha," He said, trembling. "I'm the king! Bring your leader to me before I loose my patience and snapyour necks," Ragnar growled as both the guards paled in horror.

"Then how did you travel across the ocean" "I swam" Deep laughter filled the cell. The alpha's head was thrown back, and his face and posture relaxed. He looked beautiful at that moment. I pinched myself to snap out of the thoughts, it was not the time to think about how beautiful he looked. "So you expect us to believe that you swam across the ocean?" "It's the truth," I said with irritation. "What's your rank in your pack?" "O..omega," I said in a small voice.

I step out of the shadows and whisper, “you are gorgeous!” “As are you, little mate,” he rumbles. “I’m an Omega bear shifter and the youngest nephew of the King of Bears. My father was an Alpha like his brother, but my mother was an Omega. My Uncle believes I am useless for mostly everything since male Omegas can’t be bred.” “They can,” I say. “When we get to my pack, I will introduce you to my Alphas and to my former Gamma and his Male Omega mate who just gave birth to their son.”

Brent kept pleading. “Enough,” Wyatt cut off his performance, “tell me where he is.” “Thank goodness! My Prince!” Beta lifted his head with joy, “You still care about Alpha King after all. I will lead you to him, you can leave as soon as you are ready.” “This is not for him,” Wyatt said coldly, “I won’t let the werewolf kingdom be in danger.” He turned around and spoke loudly to his warriors, “I think you all heard it, the bears have aimed their guns at the back of our heads, pulled the trigger, and only one step left.”

Tate gasped as his bear pushed forward, peering out through his eyes and staring at the picture in awe. The Alpha's fingers lightly trailed along the picture as he breathed out a shaky breath. He knew the Omega liked to draw, but he had no idea he was that good or how much attention he paid to his bear. His bear puffed his chest out, proud of his little mate.