Romans & histoires Alpha-omega Planet Of The Apes

: projecting the sixty beat rhythm of Earth directly into his marrow. Titan’s heart stumbled: then synchronized. His red lenses flickered and died: replaced by the sudden, brilliant gold of a wolf who had been found in the dark. "The Alpha is mended, but the world is still jammed," Muna projected, pointing toward a massive subterranean spire in the distance.

Then, in the rain, she strips. Victor knows what's coming, frozen to the spot, unable to run or look away. The Omega screams in pain, voice lowering to a register fit for an animal. It's pure agony in her glowing sapphire eyes as her bones snap, wet and fleshy, white hair sprouting over the whole of her bodice, as she gets on all fours. Her Wolf is the same as Victor's, large, primordial, ferocious. The Alpha's ten seconds are up.

Carnage was reigning in the inner compound, and his supposedly well armed and equipped soldiers were screaming in horror as a huge creature sped through them…too fast for even the cameras to track cleanly. It was a terrifyingly monstrous wolf, way larger than any one Elias had ever seen before. He hit a man so hard that his body flew off the ground, sending blood splattering in all directions. Another soldier fired blindly into the air before being ripped backward and disappearing off screen. The camera shifted as the operator panicked, catching flashes of two more wolves charging into the rumble. The guard beside Elias cleared his throat shakily. “We think the big one is an Alpha Class, sir

Alpha Michael’s POV I marched into the strip club with Robert by my side, but the sight that unfolded before us had me freezing in my tracks. The once-lively club had been turned upside down, a perverted mockery of its former self. At the center of the chaos sat a man I recognized all too well – Marcus, the leader of the rogue wolves. He relaxed in a high-backed chair with a group of half-naked women surrounding him. A blonde omega with large breasts sat in his lap, his hand on one of her nipples, toying with it like he was playing a game.

“I suggest you leave my lands before I show you just who the true Alpha is.” Alpha Owen’s eyes widened at my tone, the power of my Alpha abilities washing over him. I could see the internal struggle against submission war across his face. I stared him down, refusing to back down, refusing to be intimidated. He stood finally, smoothing the front of his suit, and stormed from my office. Jax and I listened until we heard the door to the packhouse slam closed behind him. I collapsed back into my chair, shaking with both rage and fear. “Holy shit, Han.” Jax whispered in awe. “That was amazing.”

One of them blamed me. “You’ll regret it if you blame her like that,” Britney mocked them. One of them with jet black hair and blue eyes cupped my jaw. “An omega like them could never hurt Alpha.” Is she an Alpha? I muttered to myself and immediately brushed her hand away. “Act politely if you are an Alpha. I will not give money to anyone begging.” “Damn it. How dare you, who do you think you are in Vadawolf, huh?” the girl stepped forward and made me take a few steps back.

The Alpha took a long time to respond, his eyes squinting as if he was deep in thought. This is only my 21st year of living in this world, and I haven't memorized the current events concerning werewolves. Alpha and Beta know better. Alpha has been alive for 300 years, while Beta is 281 years old. They have witnessed many events before I even came into existence. I still have much to learn about the history of our kind. "In three centuries, this is the first time that a wolf shift has released extra power to any race of werewolves. I have a strong feeling that the moon goddess wants to convey something to us," the Alpha said, taking a deep breath. "She has made an Omega the key."

“Those figures—do you recognize them?” Sylvester squinted, his brow furrowed in concentration. “No, but they’re definitely not from our pack. We need to get closer.” They edged nearer, taking care to remain hidden. As they approached, Rayka’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. One of the figures stood out—a tall man with a commanding presence, who seemed to be giving orders. “I’ve heard rumors about this Alpha,” Sylvester whispered. “He’s known for causing trouble and undermining other packs.”

Carr watched the Alphas who were listening intently. "There are approximately forty Omegas. But remember, many of their Omegas were Betas in their former packs. In Gary's pack they have the Dire Wolf gene turned on to become a Beta. To be safe, I'd like to have at least double that number of Betas, preferably more. Most of mine will be busy setting things up inside the caves for when the Betas return. We'll need lookouts, guards, drivers, and fighters." His traveled to each Alpha noting their reactions. There didn't seem to be any dissension.

********** The coarse hemp rope bites into Aiden’s wrists, the friction burning his skin with every stumbling step he takes. The dust kicks up around his boots, coating his throat in a gritty layer that tastes of iron and dry earth. He is surrounded by the heavy, panting breaths of other captured alphas, their scents soured by pain and defeat, but beneath it all, a smell is beginning to curl through the air—sweet, thick, and unmistakably omega.