Alpha Omega Armament Novels & Stories

“Riye, come to the armory and get me my combat gear. Gather the Upsilons in the parking lot fifteen minutes before 3.” [Copy that, Alpha.] “You can come, too. Leal will be happy to see you.” [Yes, Alpha.] As soon as he reached the pack mansion, he immediately took off his suit and readied his men. He changed to his combat gear, which is just a bulletproof vest, combat pants, and an under armor shirt. He went from his office up top to the basement where the armory is and took a pistol. He loaded it with silver bullets, a weakness of the werewolves, and took a few more magazines in case he ran out. He stored a few daggers in his hidden pockets and Finally, he took his shades and plopped them o

"Because in my pack, anyone who chooses to stay and contribute is under my protection. I don't care if they're an omega, royal, or wandering ghost. I will not hand over someone to be murdered because it's politically convenient." The room stirred with outraged murmurs and mutterings of "idealism" and "recklessness." Elder Thornewald cut through it all. "So you'd risk war? For her." "I'd risk war," Finric said, stepping forward, "for the principle that any Alpha who thinks they can march fifty soldiers across my border and attempt to abduct someone will face consequences. They attacked Gamma Thorne and myself. Additionally, we had 4 students running in the forest today. What if they attacked

“Article One: No pack member may be bought, sold, traded, or collared. Ever. Article Two: All pups are pack. No orphan clause. No exceptions. Article Three: Healing comes before hurting. Always.” “Article Four,” Alaric adds, “Luna’s word is Alpha’s word. On all matters of pack safety.” I look up. “You sure? That’s a lot of power for an omega.” “You struck law with a knife,” he says. “You faced Tormund without flinching. You brought my Beta home. You brought thirty three kids home. I’d be stupid to argue.” Cleric laughs. It’s real. Rusty from twenty years of not using it. “Lina would love this,” he says. “You. Here. Burning it all down.”

Elara’s POV The heavy iron frying pan sliced through the air with a loud whistle, slamming directly into the wooden target dummy’s face with a violent crash. The impact completely tore the dummy’s head off the base, sending splinters flying across my private western courtyard. "See?" Wren shouted, casually brushing a speck of rust off his hands as a dozen young omega servants watched him with their eyes widened into huge circles. "It’s all in the wrist. If a high-ranking Alpha tries to corner you in a dark corridor, you don't bow your head and cry. You grab the nearest kitchen utility and make sure he loses his teeth."

Sam said, receiving a gare from Type. "Well, because it's not an Alpha Alpha or Alpha Beta fight. It's an Alpha and Omega fight, more like two Omega kick three Alpha asses. What do you think they will do? But don't worry; as a trusted friend, I've already taken action. I fired the director and principal. I can bear anything but never any disrespect towards omegas, and rules are equal for everyone. Five of them are becoming more shocked. Well, Adom is quite wealthy, and he is correct. The rules are equal for everyone.

cried Addy naughty until the Omega furrowed her brow in annoyance. “Yeah, I know you are an Alpha. However, are you certain if your arm is okay? Are you sure you don't need medicine? Your arm is getting redder, and I'm guessing it's going to scald soon enough,” Beatrix said worriedly. Omega's beautiful face grimaced in horror at the back of Addy's hand. Then her eyes turned to the Alpha in front of her with a look of disbelief.

I said finally. “But they are the police! I specifically told them of how he abused me. How I needed their help to get out of there. They just turned their backs on me and walked away.. “ She cried.. I wrap my arm around her shoulders and lay her head onto my chest.. “Honey, they could have wanted to help you, but weren’t able to because their Alpha ordered them not to. I know that sounds confusing. Alpha’s, when they become an Alpha of a pack they have a ceremony which gives them the power over their pack members. When a bad Alpha becomes Alpha they use their Alpha command and power for their own personal gain or to hurt others. He could have told them to humor you. So it would break you th

At that, the Beta took out a gun and shot all thirty dead in seconds. They couldn't even attempt to escape before losing their life. It showed how good this Beta's marksmanship was. "The rest of us who aren't scared, I beseech that you kindly prepare yourselves, both mentally and physically for the war and you know what? There's good news! We can take down the Olmpha, even if she comes with three more of her kind," the Alpha king smilingly divulged, his face that of confidence.

"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."

I slammed him back hard enough to rattle the chains. “Who. Gave. The. Order.” He was laughing now—weakly, breathlessly. “Too late.” Then he slumped. I moved fast, checking his pulse. Barely there. “Get a healer,” I barked. “I want him conscious again. I don’t care how.” Maurice, already at my side, nodded and began calling orders. One of the guards stepped forward, voice low. “Do you believe him, Alpha?” “Yes,” I said. And that was the problem.