Alpha Omega Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Perhaps it was Mia or the drugs that were messing with my head. * * ALPHA RHYS. I shouldn't be in the bar, I was the Alpha. However, I could not help it. Something was messing with my head, everything in me was fighting against me. It seemed like I was doing the wrong things yet they felt right. It shouldn't be Mia but my wolf yearns for her. However, all my heart yearns for is Arabella. I want to be with her. I want to make her my Luna.

Ophelia's POV "I am Ophelia Starkingstein, daughter of the late Beta Harrison of Stormridge Pack.” He remained silent for several seconds after I spoke. Although I kept my head lowered in submission, I felt the weight of his Alpha aura settle over me as he assessed every word I spoke. "What is an omega doing alone near a restricted border at this hour?" he asked calmly, quiet authority woven through his voice. I swallowed hard and tightened my fingers around the fabric of my dress.

We leave. The passages are cold. Our footsteps sound too clear on the stone. The bond tracks the distance between us—close enough that I feel the controlled tension in him, far enough that the space remains a choice. Wren meets us at the turn, speaks in a low rush, then peels away toward the chamber doors. The antechamber is already full: formal colors, low voices, the particular attention that gathers when a delay is about to live or die in public. Eyes land on me—the unmarked Omega from the closed-room rumors, now walking into the light beside the Alpha who refused to mark her. The bond spikes under the scrutiny. Kieran does not touch me. He does not need to. The claim is visible in the wa

In Jones's scrawling, spidery penmanship, Ammy read; "To the esteemed Alpha Sebestian Will, Greetings, Alpha and thank you for your warm regard for my daughter, Omega Ammy James. I regret to inform you that my daughter has accepted the courting and mating of Alpha Damon, an advantageous match, to be sure. Forgive Ammy for being so cavalier with your affections but she has made it clear to me, her Alpha guardian, that she wishes for no further contact from you. She is content with Damon and very pleased to have a future mate so high in Society's regard. Excited, even, to have access to such wealth and influence. I shall not repeat her exact words, to spare your tender heart, but I will say th

He looked so beautiful. "You know what the answer is little wolf," He said in a cold voice. And he turned to go. I couldn't let him leave. I can't stay in the dungeon. I stood up from the ground running across the cell and towards the alpha. My fingers wrapped tightly around his arms and just as I touched him, sparks erupted. They spread from where our bodies touched up from my arms and straight to my body. A great force sent me flying through the air and I hit the base of the cell. The alpha was glaring at me with eyes filled with rage.

The first was a female and she barely knew her that much since she's married to her mate. The second oldest was Cyrus, who stays in the alpha's household ever since he got his mate. Yeah, he is soon to be the next beta of their pack though. And the least oldest. Alexander. He has nothing to write home about, that is in Petal's point of view. Just like their father, he bully and picked on her, making everything more difficult for her. He cares less about her existence and make her do his work, watching his friends pick on her and turn her into a laughing stock, forgetting the fact that they are siblings.

I have been grooming myself for years to be the kind of omegas he likes. When I heard he loves being sucked hard. I learned it. I heard he loves it rough and wild, hitting, dominating and demands omegas who can accept his cock and take him deep down into her hole… I still had caved in. So here I am, a graduate student and there is no going back! And oh— My Alpha is finally here. I let my eyes settle on that figure standing kingly on the stairs, and—Darm! So strong, so handsome, so…

' I let out an Alpha's menacingly growl and the two Rogues instantly whimpered with their tails in between their legs and vanished into the forest. Beta Olivia ambled closer to the injured unconscious female to check on her. I was stuck in position, and my heart raced, not knowing what to make of the mouthwatering scent wafting into my nose. Could she be… No. It’s not possible? 'Alpha, she is an omega, and her wounds are not healing.' Beta Olivia snarled. I groaned and moved closer, shifting back to my human form, the female scent becoming stronger and the moment our eyes met, the whole world faded away.

I said flatly, “and the death of someone isn’t enough to break me.” “Someone?” Gregor repeated the word mockingly, his eyes narrowing in amusement. “So now you speak of Lyra as if she was just anyone? Wow, I never expected your feelings to change this quickly. You used to flaunt and cherish your Omega so much.” My jaw clenched at his words, my grip on Roseanne’s waist tightening, reflecting my growing irritation. “I think you’ve spoken enough, Gregor. My love life is none of your concern.” The Alpha chuckled, clearly pleased that he had gotten under my skin. He shrugged nonchalantly. “Alright, I won’t bring it up again. But I still want to congratulate you, Damian. You really know how to cho

“Fucking Omega.” Claws pull me back down. And before I can even meet his eyes again, the wolf whips a blow across my face. He doesn’t hold back, not at all. I smash into the snow like a limp rag doll, given exactly a second to breathe until he is upon me again. He bends, running his tongue over serrated fangs. “Wait a second,” He muses, laughing darkly under his breath as I struggle to keep awake. It’s so difficult, with blood roaring in my ears and my heart pounding all the way up in my throat. “You’re the Omega that the Alpha danced with.”