Novel & Cerita Alpha Omega Armament

Annie felt Sabine’s hurt, yes, after all this time it still hurt her wolf to think about what happened. “How old are you?” he frowned. “I’m forty- two Alpha Armstrong.” replied Annie, sincerely hoping he would just leave it there for Sabine’s sake. “A real-life maiden aunt then I see,” he remarked. “I hope your rooms are to your liking, if you need anything please just ask my omegas, they are at your disposal.” With that, Alpha Armstrong shook hands with Alpha Henri and strode off taking his overpowering aura with him. “Wanker!” Sabine spat, fur bristling.

I hugged her back, sniffing her in like it was indeed, the last time we would. The Alphas came in not long after, and they surrounded the room. “The council of Alphas have betrayed us, and they're with the rest of the army, which is about exactly half, if not more.” I said, and the murmurs began. “Betrayed as in not coming?” One of the Alphas asked. “Betrayed as in fighting for the sea goddesses,” I said. “Well then, either we are fucked or they are,” Armstrong said. I didn't realize he had arrived. He laughed and walked over to me. We shook hands and hugged.

We were warriors, united in purpose and unyielding in our determination to protect what was ours and no amount of arrogance or intimidation could shake our resolve. I stood before Alpha Arsalan, his gaze piercing through me like a relentless storm. His question echoed in the air, heavy with accusation, "Alpha Mikalya, why do you insist on using guns when you could fight in your wolf form like a true Alpha, if you even are one?" I met his intense stare with calm resolve, knowing that this conversation could tip the delicate balance of power within the pack. "Alpha Arsalan," I began, my voice steady despite the tension crackling in the air, "the use of firearms is a tool, not a measure of my w

“A wolf has never been claimed by an Icelander before, so nobody knows if you are going to survive it. But since you survived the blood bond, I’m sure you’d be fine” I glare at him. “That doesn’t make me feel any better. I need to know now if I can survive it. I’m just an omega and…” “Cut it out Crinka. Alphas and omegas don’t actually matter here. If you’re weak, you’re weak and if you’re string, you’re strong”, Eloive says. “Thanks for not making me feel any better”. “You’re welcome”, he says with a smile, before leaving me alone with Ruarc.

A terrified whimper leaves her throat before she can cover her mouth. Victor doesn’t know what’s going on. But the wolf inside is already furious. “Do you know this man, Aria?” Victor asks. “P-Please,” Ariadne stutterers. It breaks Victor’s heart, “Don’t let him take me b-back.” “That Omega is mine,” Arlo cuts her off, “Thank you for returning her to me. She’s a pretty good fuck. I’ll give ya that.” Victor blames it on the Alpha hormones (again). In an eyeblink, he takes his Glock and points it right at Arlo’s disgustingly handsome face. The Alpha looks like he’s about to shit his pants.

I made a mental note of that, maybe, just maybe, I’d find in unlikely ally in him. Within seconds I was flanked by two of their cronies, each savagely took a hold of my arms to hold me in place. In front of me, the handsy asshole in my current hell stood donning a sadistic smile. I’d be lying if I said he didn’t scare the shit out of me. He was a wolf in sheep's clothing, and my instincts told me not to be lulled.

he says, his fake little smile reappearing on his face. I clenched my teeth as he turned his back on me. What's the matter with him, as if he cares about me...? Alphas are Alphas; they believe that omegas are only for breeding, and they believe that they can reject anyone and choose the partner they want. Arther and Rage are the same; they both think highly of themselves, but I keep them by my side. To begin with, I am a total fool.

“This is what happens when you push me to the edge. When you make me fight for what’s mine.” The omegas, though brave, seemed to be overwhelmed by the sheer scale of the chaos. They fought alongside me, their skills complementing my own as we battled through the onslaught. Alpha Jo and Alpha Pax, freed from their restraints, joined in the fight with renewed vigor. The bonds that had once held them captive were now nothing more than distant memories as they embraced the fight with fierce determination.

'I hope Alpha Sae will go home as early as possible,' she thought to herself. Alpha Sae was walking downstairs to go to the meeting room where all Alpha's are present. They held a meeting after hearing the news that Alpha Sae was accepting an Omega to become his mate even though he hadn't marked her yet, for them it was a threat. An omega should always stay as an Omega and she is not qualified to become a Luna. The only female wolf that is eligible for the position of a Luna is the daughter of a Beta.

“You’ll regret humiliating me. Everyone will celebrate me as your Luna tonight, Cassius. Whether you like it or not.” “You can wear a crown or bathe in gold. Drape yourself in titles. It doesn’t make you what I want.” My voice was ice, and I was already walking away. I didn’t look back. ************** That night, I dressed in the traditional Alpha regalia. Champagne-colored fabric with silver embroidery traced across the collar and cuffs. A belt of dark leather sat snug around my waist, accented with a golden wolf insignia. It was regal. Commanding. Made to intimidate.