Novel & Cerita Alpha Omega Novels

I saw Luca, his black hair plastered to his forehead, writhing on the ground, his scent shifting into that soft, terrifying Omega signature. The memory was sharp and raw, that I felt the panic all over again. Next an image of Alpha Cain, standing in the shadows of the trees, watching and not surprised but satisfied floated into the memory. In his hand, he held a small, dark vial that thumped with a dark light, as I watched my own body contort in pain, Cain tipped the vial, and a drop of that light fell onto the earth, seeping toward me. The image shifted. Luca’s first Omega heat, in the clearing, my bite on his neck how the bond flared to life the memory played, but overlaid with a cold anal

she says arrogantly. "And who do you think you are to boss orders around?" Nick questions in anger. "I'm the one who's going to beat you to the post of Alpha," she says nonchalantly. "What do you mean by that?" Nick asks, nonplussed. "I want to be Alpha in my husband's stead, at least until he's back on his feet," she informs us, her voice steady. "That's outrageous! An omega can't be Alpha!" I exclaim, anger rising.

"I've been gone from any functioning pack structure for thirteen years. I don't know what I'm walking toward." I think about how to explain it. "The Alpha died five days ago," I say. "Murdered. The pack bond is dissolving—or was, before something changed it. We're not entirely certain why it's held longer than it should have." "What changed it." "I don't know yet. I called a Blood Challenge that should have been impossible for an Omega to call. The pack didn't fracture the way bond dissolution typically works. Something about the configuration is different." Cael considers this.

He whispered. So I took that book over to a table and I started reading it. Starting from the first page, which was an introduction to Seline, The Moon Goddess. “What can you tell me about my brothers and sisters?” I whispered. “Aiden’s a really good guy. He’s going to be a great Alpha. Then you’ve got Max and Oscar. Twins and they’re 8. They are little shit heads right now but they’ll grow out of it. Werewolf children always look like they have adhd, but they don’t. They just have too much energy. It’s normal in our culture. And then there’s Octavia. She’s 5. She’s not as bad as the twins, but she does have a bit of a mouth on her. No doubt she got that from Luna Morgan.

“You’re done here, Isabella.” She laughed—loud and sharp, like glass shattering. “Am I?” she asked sweetly. “Because from where I’m standing, you’re already too late. The drugs? Already rerouted. Most of them are in my possession. The land? Burned, yes—but marked as mine. All I need is a date to officially claim it.” I took a step back, not out of fear—but disbelief. “Who are you?” I whispered. “What are you?” She tilted her head. “I’m an Alpha, Cassius. One you underestimated. I’m tired of pretending to be the weeping wife while you moon over your omega. I’m stronger than you ever gave me credit for.”

That she would have the strength to protect herself and Raven along with that of our pups. When someone once said their lives flashed before their eyes in the moment before they almost died, I thought they were mad. But here I was seeing myself a pup in my mother’s embrace, the smell of her perfume crossing my nose. The day of the attack my father’s life snuffed out by a ruthless bastard, the day I became Alpha, the day I found out Lilith and I were mates and the day I met Raven. I may not have lived a long life but what I had lived had been full of ups and downs. But above all, I was unbelievably happy. When a pain suddenly formed in my chest, I knew it was the witches doing. Clasping my ch

Excitement runs through my heart as I picture the looks on Tristian and Dahlia's faces. I want them to what they lost. I want them to regret and relish the idea of them begging for her to return. I know nothing will beat her love for Aiden so I can have the satisfaction. The thought makes me feel a little warmer but it's bearable. I feel eyes on me but I ignore them as I walk. "Entering now is the Alpha and Luna of Crimson Moon!" An Omega from Royal Pack announces making all the attention go on my Alpha and Luna. "Welcome Aiden and Daisy Rivers!"

He couldn't afford to be distracted by his personal life. Rose was from another world, and their paths were not meant to cross. She was just an omega, and he was an Alpha werewolf. They were from different worlds, and their relationship was not meant to be. Alex knew that he had to put her out of his mind and focus on his duties as the Alpha.

for emphasis. “Alpha?” Alpha Raphael was a bit puzzled as he looked behind Beta Ken at me. “Who made a lady an Alpha?” he glanced up at Beta Ken, who let out a soft growl. “She is the leader of our pack, hence she is our Alpha…There is no law that states a woman can't be an Alpha!” His voice was laced with rage as he spoke. The only other two times I have seen Beta Ken as angry as he was now were on the day I had come back after my parents died and also on the day I came home from Klaus' pack weeks ago.

The scent in the room is suffocating, jasmine, rainwater, cedar, so sweet my alpha instincts battle against me. And outside the voices become louder, rougher, and hungrier. Unbonded male Alphas, from the lower deck, men who spend their days smoking and pickpocketing. Men who haven't smelled an Omega in months. Now suddenly, an Omega is in the complex, and they are drowning in his heat. “Open the door, you scarred motherfucker!” Laughter follows it, ugly and eager. “You can't keep that sweet piece of ass all to yourself!” A different voice growls, low and feral.