Alpha Omega Remnant 2 Novels & Stories

Hey readers, Alpha’s Weak Omega is over now. I'll start the Book 2- You Are My Enemy. This book is going to be continuation of Alpha’s Weak Omega but the main characters would be different. I hope you all liked the book so far and would love the 2nd book as well.

And maybe for me‍, to make this⁠ r‌ight‍ somehow. A⁠t​ the pack house ev​ery​w⁠here is already buzz‌ing with News of the Alpha​ rec‍overy, and first peaceful blo‍od mo‍on in eight year⁠s, no de‍aths, no des‍tro⁠ye‌d prope​rties. Alpha Aron was calm for the⁠ first ti‍me in years. An⁠d‌ a rogue omega is now‍ living with him, is he go​ing to make her our L⁠una?

“I have finally found her! The last of the Alpha’s blood. The relic of a vanished bloodline. The remnant of his kind!” It was Lucien. He pointed to me. The crowd roared. Confusion and fear swirled inside me like a storm. Who was he talking about? The Alpha’s blood? What relic? What kind? Lucien raised his hands and spoke again. “Long ago, the Alpha’s bloodline was hunted, erased from this world. But before they disappeared, they left something behind.” He paused. Then thundered: “A daughter!” The hall erupted in cheers and howls.

[REINITIALIZATION COMPLETE] [SOUL INTEGRITY: STABLE] [REINCARNATION TYPE: REGRESSION — PARTIAL MEMORY LOCK] Alpha opened his eyes. Stone ceiling. Cold air. A younger body. Smaller hands. Weaker heartbeat. His wolf was silent. His fangs dull. His blood thin and restless. He sat up slowly. “What was taken from me,” he said, voice calm, “and by whom.” The system paused. Not out of mercy. Out of calculation. [QUERY ACCEPTED] [COMPILING LOSSES…] Symbols burned behind his eyes. Not memories—records. [LOSS 001: TRUE ALPHA DOMINION — SEALED]

Silver moonlight from my left hand, crimson shadow from my right, twisting together into a spiral of light and dark that lit the arena like a second sun. The pressure rolled off me in waves, not the focused dominance I'd used on Rowan or Garrett, but the full, unrestricted weight of what I was. Prime Alpha. Dual bloodline. Moon and shadow made one. The Alphas in the front row leaned back. Even Remus flinched. I struck his earth pillars.

It still bothers me that I have no one looking for me but I will not give up. “How are you doing, omega?” Remi gives me her usual worried look, her tone serious now. I laugh lightly, “I should be asking you that. You are the one that was not doing well.” “I’m better now but you…?” Her voice comes out like a whisper, “I heard that the Alpha visited his father.” I watch goosebumps marry Remi’s skin as she speaks, “He always drugs the Alpha as if it is a game to him and then he will hook him up with some omega.”

A portal has been created and whoever it is that created it from my world was here already. "They've found us..." I mutter but it was to his hearing. "Who has found us?" he asks, apparently more confused than before. I quickly walk up to the doorway leading into his room and my eyes catch sight of something extraordinary. There were three different portals closing up and out of those portals were warriors from the Red Moon pack. The sigil on their outfits were hard to miss. The one who was leading them was the Alpha's dog, Gamma Connor. And from the look on his face, he was prepared to teach me a lesson.

“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

My vision blurs as my eyes glow — bright, molten gold — Drago pacing, snarling, spinning. *Mate. Mate. My mate is near.* He’s roaring. “Adrian. Breathe,” Elias says. I can’t. The scent hits again — stronger, sharper. Rosemary. Sage. Cedar. My fingers crack the stone I’m holding. Dust spills down my wrist. My chest heaves. Drago explodes: MATE. FIND HER. NOW. Elias swears. “Alara—your Alpha’s wolf is about to break loose.” I drop the stone.

I file that away. The ceremony moves through the upper ranks. Betas confirmed. Two new Gammas — both from the same family, which earns approving murmurs because Ironveil respects bloodline consistency. A Delta promotion. Everyone claps at the right intervals. Someone near the front is wearing too much pine resin on their wrists, the kind young wolves use to mimic Alpha scent, and I can smell it from here, and it's tragic, and I feel nothing about it except a distant recognition. I used to want things.