Alpha Omega Armament Novels & Stories

"Yes, I'm their mate. But I haven't accepted them, and I don't know if I will." Gasps echoed through the hall. Rejecting a mate bond was almost unheard of - rejecting three Alpha mates was unprecedented. "You can't mean that," Selene said, but there was a gleam of satisfaction in her eyes. "I do," I lifted my chin. "And until I decide otherwise, nothing changes. I'm still just Zara, and I'll continue my duties as before." "The hell you will," Liam growled, reaching for me. I stepped back. "Touch me without permission, Alpha, and I'll take it as an act of aggression against an unmated omega. You know the laws."

"You stay behind the wards. You stay—" "You stay safe?" I finished for him. He didn’t answer with words. He didn’t have to. The look he gave me was the promise of an oath and the warning of a blade. Soraya’s eyes flicked to him. "Alphas are needed at the front. They must hold the line. But the child cannot be on the field. At least not until we understand more."

Sweat forms on her forehead. "I am Chase Wheeler, the Alpha of this pack and I will show you that I have tamed Werewolves just like you and you will not be an exception" "You have tamed others but not Layla Foster, I am tired of living so get me out of my misery" Layla has always been a weak wolf who doesn't fight back but tonight she was someone else. I haven't seen anything like her before and so I wasn't going to let that happen. She needs to be reminded that she doesn't even have a right to die.

“To reach me you have to get through them.” Allie looked up as an Alpha rammed his shoulder into her. She fell on her back, struggling to see through the blurriness; her attacker came into view right above her with a helmet in his hands. The omega quickly rolled at the right time to watch the helmet smashing into the ground roughly where her head was mere seconds ago. She brought the piece of armour back and swung it forward as the attacker headed straight towards her. It struck him, making a hard impact with the side of his head. The Alpha fell limp and rolled a few feet away temporarily.

Daphne screamed. The Omega immediately replied, "No, it has nothing to do with Miss Sutton. This was my doing alone." I stepped closer to her, seizing her arms roughly. With a swift swipe of my claws, I severed her arms, the sharp nails slicing through her flesh. She let out a cry of agony, and her arms hung limp. I let go of her, turning to Daphne, saying word by word, "An Omega who cannot follow an Alpha's command doesn't need hands."

I picked Alaric up, and he moved his head slowly as if trying to free himself from the swaddling. Alaric was rarely swaddled after I was kicked out of this house. People took pity on him, who was soaked in sweat and tears. Luckily, Alaric’s legs and arms could be straightened. “The Alpha and thousands of warriors will be busy with the war for a month,” Omega Maya said. “They will attack all enemies.” Omega Maya touched Alaric’s cheek and smiled. “You must pray for the Alpha so that he will always be protected by the Moon Goddess.”

"It was the Beta of Black Moon. We went to shut the place down like we did with the other ones. Come to find out that it was co-owned with Alpha Trent. That's when they surrounded the establishment, taking us by surprise. Killing three of our warriors and chopping off my arm. I believe the remaining brothels leading to Ocean City are all co-owned. The best plan of attack is to hit them all at one time. Go full force and tactical gear. Alpha Trent warriors are guarding the place." "Thanks, I will consider that. I'll get some warriors together and get the remainder of our pack members home safely. Get some rest. You have done a great job on all the missions I had you carried out. Alpha James w

The Beta's eyes flash with fierce, answering pride. ​"Report," I command, my voice carrying cleanly across the silent yard. ​"The perimeter is locked down," Dax says, his voice a steady rumble. "The armoury is emptied. Every warrior has silver-laced blades and arrows. Miss Ophelia has distributed the wolfsbane antidotes. We are just waiting on your word, Alpha." ​I step down into the dirt, walking slowly through the parting sea of my warriors.

A visual reminder of ownership, of reach, of who decided where lines went and who had to live with them. I arrive on time. Early, technically. Early enough to be noticed but not commented on. I wait until I’m invited to sit, then do so without fuss, hands folded loosely in front of me like this is just another routine discussion. Like this isn’t a quiet inventory of who still believes they’re untouchable. There are eight Alphas in the room. All male. All older. Most of them graying at the temples, shoulders broad from years of command rather than recent fights. They carry authority the way people carry heirlooms. Not something they earned under scrutiny, but something handed to them with exp

A mate's bond is a great source of strength. 'But it will threaten our position.' I argued. Everyone expects me to get a dominant she-wolf to rule beside me and breed a strong next-generation Alpha. And werewolves are not known for settling for less. A potential war could break, with many coming after my throne. Both internal and external. And the chances of losing are great because I would have to fight for two. If only Cam could have been a stronger wolf, then perhaps we would have a chance. Unlike popular beliefs, an Alpha isn't some macho-untouchable being. It's our pack's support that strengthens us. And their trust that we will keep them safe is what makes them respect us. But if they