Alpha Omega Martial Arts Novels & Stories

"The little Western omega who got lucky on the mats today. Enjoying your fifteen minutes of fame, sweetheart? Or did you just come here to look for a real Alpha to clean up your mess?" "She probably used a hidden blade," another one chimed in, slamming his beer mug down so hard the amber liquid sloshed over the rim. He laughed darkly, his eyes raking up and down my red dress. "Everyone knows an omega’s muscles are built for submission, not combat. She must have cheated. It’s pathetic, really. The Western territory must be completely desperate if they're sending street trash in sunflowers to represent them."

"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."

“It seems that Alpha will bring thousands of his warrior troops to attack the enemy pack.” "I think so too. Alpha attacks the enemy every month except during the summer, but Alpha will not attack it if it is not very important or in an emergency." I listened to the two omegas who were talking about their Alpha. We were in the bathroom. I had just finished taking a shower and was wearing my nanny uniform. I had no idea what the Alpha rogue assassin did to make the nanny academy school willing to issue a certificate stating that I was their student who graduated last year and had worked for a year in a rich man's house in the Black Sea Pack.

“Today we are here to say goodbye to Mare, a true woman who dedicated her life to books, knowledge, and her family. She would not want us to say goodbye to her in a sad way; on the contrary, she would want us to celebrate her life in an enjoyable way where we can help everyone in such small ways as she once did.” His words struck a deep chord in me and I had to go momentarily to the restroom of the funeral home. There I wiped my face to clear the tears and then went into the cubicle so I could urinate; at that moment I heard some unfamiliar voices. “The Alpha doesn't look well; he's too worried about his mate,” said a man with a very thick voice. “I think the one who's really having a hard t

she finished mentally sneering snapping her tines in aggression at him. "What form of abominable enchantment is this?" He asked still puzzled but recovered quickly with sarcasm. "Guess who joined the animal kingdom?" He asked psychologically snorting. Marlon was an Alpha, a warrior and a respected one in his pack and beyond for his conquests and wisdom for that matter. Unlike of the former and in other packs, he didn't want any liability in his own, after the cruel death of his parents and the almost extinction of the pack? Becoming the new Alpha , he made the least in the pack thus the Omega's join in training sessions. A lesson? he earned, the hard way out of his own life's experience. At

“Have you heard? The three true alphas are back. People are saying they returned because their presence is a mandatory one whenever the combat tournament is being held. But we all know they usually send their betas to represent them. Their coming this time is simple, to see their omega mate.” The master of the team, Mendoza was in, said, as they walked to the training house allocated to them early the next morning.

“B-But… Why me? I am just an omega.” Alpha Jake glanced at Mara, sensing her uncertainty and the weight of the situation upon her shoulders. He spoke with a calm and reassuring tone, "Mara, in the eyes of the moon goddess, the status of an omega, beta, or alpha doesn't define one's worthiness. The moon goddess's choice is not based on societal ranks or hierarchies within the pack. It's about a deeper connection, a bond that goes beyond what we can see on the surface."

"I have one more thing to talk to you about before I allow you to go with Beta Marcus; apparently the Alpha wants to see you earlier than intended because of our usual lunch rush." I can feel my heart speeding up as I think about meeting with the Alpha. There is just something about this man that terrifies me to no end. And I am fearful about getting on his bad side...and being alone with him. Maybe Beta Marcus will be in the meeting with us. "Punishments. Beta Marcus told me you are concerned about punishments if you mess up. Our punishments aren't like usual packs. We don't physically harm pack members here. The only way you end up in the dungeons is if you betray the pack and the pack sec

said a shivering Micah on his knees with the rest of us after hearing him introduce himself. Every wolf who has heard of the Lord Alpha - protector of all and our true king as a child, knows how dangerous and deadly he can be when angered. 'What the fuck?' I said to myself. Was I just playing Hanky Panty with the Alpha of all Alphas? No alpha would want an Omega, vane, or a Dhormot around them as a company. Since I can't smell any Wolf on him, he's not mated. Lord Alpha Radulf is well known for being insatiable. It is said that he doesn't share his bed with a wolf twice.

“G-Get out!” Carlos blinks out of the stupor. “W-what, no, I’m not—” “Get. Out. Omega ,” the silver alpha snarls, voice raspy from disuse. It sends shivers up Carlos’s spine. . TBC