Alpha Omega Armament Novels & Stories

I slowed down laughing, he’s just a big kid when he’s with her, it’s a shame really, he’s so attractive and fun loving but only with her, that’s the power of love I guess, makes you act so differently for the one you truly love. The next day I couldn’t stop myself as I entered the Alpha’s office and he was sitting behind it, “excuse me sir, do you have a minute?” His eyes looked up from his laptop and nodded, “go on.” I shuffled from one foot to another, “just a few things, first weapon training, when does that come in the curriculum?” He sat back, “a few weeks from now, would you like the curriculum, or can you wait till it’s posted tomorrow,” he shrugged.

“No pressure, then.” Corvin arched a brow. “You’re already under it. You just keep pretending you’re not.” Silence stretched between us, heavy with things I didn’t want named. “What happens,” I asked finally, “if the Alpha rejects the bond?” Corvin didn’t answer right away. He stared into his mug, jaw tightening. “Then the fire looks elsewhere,” he said. “And gods help anyone standing in its path.” My wolf snarled uneasily. I stood, heart pounding. “You’re saying she’s dangerous.”

Another one waited in my pocket, just in case. Just in case, if you lose control, you’re dead. Publicly, this place was called the World Hockey Academy—a factory for champions, Olympians, prodigies. Cameras loved it. Sponsors poured money into it. Parents bragged about it. Privately, it was something else entirely. Alpha Academy. An institution built to break wolves and rebuild them stronger. A hierarchy carved in blood, sweat, and enchanted ice. The rink beneath my feet was warded to withstand supernatural force—so Alphas could hit harder, skate faster, and fight without restraint.

He deserved to be punished after attempting to kill me repeatedly. Alpha Simon raised the issue of weapons, and suddenly, everyone became very interested. Even Alpha Rowan sat forward. “Rogues have become increasingly aggressive.” He spoke seriously. “We need modern weapons to defend our territories.” One by one, different Alphas presented their offers. And then, it was Osiris’s turn. He gave an impressive presentation of defensive equipment, the hidden weapon system immediately garnering every alpha's attention. Detailed blueprints appeared on the screen. The room erupted into discussion. Even Alpha Rowan looked impressed.

Three of them. Closing in from the northwest. Footsteps pressed low, but their breathing was too heavy. The ragged, ungoverned breathing of men fresh off a fight, adrenaline still slugging thick through the bloodstream. Two Betas. Each built like a slaughterhouse hand, wearing cured-leather armor with heavy curved blades at their hips. The Alpha leading them stood half a head taller. Bald. Three old scars clawed down the left side of his face, dragging from brow to jawline as though a wolf's foreclaws had raked him open and left the flesh to heal crooked.

He says to me and I am shocked. "What? When did that even happen?" Alpha Voice is a characteristic that alphas possess that can force another designation into doing what is commanded, even against their will. If used on a beta or an omega, it will cause great pain if they attempt to refuse the order. The voice is impossible to ignore or disobey.

“Start her off with shootings. Then give her blades for physical combat.” Helios casts me a doubtful glance, his frown turning into a scowl. “Alpha, she’ll be a burden to everyone.” A burden… My blood begins to boil and the fingers on my good hand fists into a ball. I hate it when pack members look down on wolfless omegas. With clenched jaws, I step forward, wanting to punch the lights out of this man when suddenly Hunter lands a firm hand on my arm. And two words from him immediately shuts Helios up.

I did not even have to look at my best friend to know that he had his arms crossed over his chest with his eyes that were so cold that it would make you shiver as if you were in a frigid snowstorm. “I definitely remember him and his pack. Three of them are here right now,” he said, pointing them out to me. “I can’t wait for tomorrow when you get to show him how badly he truly fucked up. Just remember no kill shots. The rest is fair game. If memory serves, you should remove the right hand and what you’re standing on.” I tilted my head as I looked at the pathetic excuse of an Alpha that laid on the ground. “And you get to deal with his Gamma and Delta. Fun times,” I chirped.

He dragged Katana closer to himself as if passing a statement. "Well, we're eighteen and not babies anymore. She loves me and I love her. We're omegas in love." He emphasized the word omegas to pass his message home. What's an Alpha's business with an omega? Katana avoided my gaze as Zayn wrapped his arms tightly around her. It took me a lot of restraining to not yank him off and twist his fucking arm. My voice was harsh as I said, "I see. Well, I need some males to offload the goods at the warehouse. Instead of kissing like horny rabbits, make yourself useful."

She was also a rare Alpha that had been born in this world. Alpha Kaleid sneered. “Your subordinates were too weak.” When Irene had heard this, she wasn't angered. “I will train them too. I'm pretty sure that you already asked someone to train the Armed subordinates.” Inside the Armed Forces, two captains were leading the Armed Forces. The Armed clan, consisting of almost eighty strong members, had a leader to lead them, named Archer and they were the ones that had been trained by Killian and Mill. While the Forces clan, consists also of eight strong members, and in this clan, they had a lot of female warriors that were led by the female Alpha, Irene. Some of her subordinates were also being