Alpha Omega Romance Novels Novels & Stories

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"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."

His hands went automatically to my hips to catch me, and the second his rough palms touched my bare skin where my tank top had ridden up, we both froze. The contact sent electricity shooting through my whole body. My wolf howled in satisfaction, pressing closer, wanting more. I could feel every hard plane of his chest and stomach against me. Could feel the heat radiating off him—wolves ran hot, but dominant Alphas ran even hotter. Could smell his scent wrapping around me, dark and woody with an undertone of something wild. And I could feel his cock, already getting hard, pressing against my inner thigh. “I missed you,” I whispered against his neck, breathing him in.

"Come in." I pushed the door open, stepping into the dim chamber lit by flickering torchlight and the soft glow of dawn filtering through a high window. The bed dominated the space, a massive frame piled with furs and pelts, reeking of musk and dominance. And there, in the center, the Alpha lay naked atop his Luna, his massive body pinning her beneath him. I froze, tray trembling in my hands. The Alpha Thorne, our unyielding leader with his scarred, rippling muscles and piercing golden eyes, turned his head slowly toward me. His Luna, Elowen, arched slightly under him, her pale skin flushed, dark hair splayed like a halo on the pillows.

Then she heard it… the quiet click of the door opening. Damon came to her without a word, pulling her close to him and using his mouth to roam over her lips, necks and breasts. He reeked of a passionate hunger, a hunger that made him look like very different people in one body. A cold and remorseless Alpha by day, and a perfect lover by night. His hands were a little rough as they reached for her waist, tracing down her hips as if to remind her that every inch belonged to him.

"By midnight, the Alpha and the Luna must have sex under the full moon… and the Alpha will mark the Luna as his mate." "WHAT?!"

“We just have some questions.” I guess they’re not falling for it. Oh well. “I don’t have one,” I snap out. Another shared look. “Don’t have what?” asks Dante. “An Alpha.” I say. “That’s what you want to know, right?” Brody shrugs. “I suppose that’s one thing we were curious about, but what we really want to know is why an omega is running around unprotected.” My heart stops in my chest and I inhale sharply. “That’s what you are, right? An omega?”

He becomes the drive she needs to awaken her powers and seek out a better life elsewhere. The problem was that I’d read so many of these stories that I was doubtful I even remembered all the specifics of this particular novel. There were so many similar themes and tropes in these books that I would generally skim a lot of it, skipping to the parts that were more action heavy. Or the spicy scenes – I couldn’t forget that. Because what good werewolf romance book didn’t have a strong alpha man claiming a mate as theirs and making her cry out in ecstasy? I shook my head and tried to quickly clear my thoughts, not wanting to get too lost in the realisation that I was now living in a world filled

But over time, it became clearer and clearer to me that romance was not something I would ever have the opportunity to experience. That men did not hold you and kiss you and cherish you as they once did. I supposed those things just didn’t exist for slaves, like me. Anna shook her head. “I met the Alpha in person one time. He was so handsome and such a gentleman. I’ll always believe his word over anyone else’s.” “You met him?” exclaimed Clara. Anna nodded. “A vampire broke into town and went on a blood spree. The Alpha arrived the next day to insure he was gone and check on the victims. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him the entire time. He was just…stunning.”

His eyes followed my movement, seemingly satisfied once he saw me go in for a second bite. This time, when I turned my direction back to Alaric and Dotty to escape his heated gaze, I made a mental reminder to continue eating. ♕♕♕ A pang of guilt rushed over me as omega wolves silently rushed around us to clean up the breakfast mess. The immense feeling of guilt mixed into my strong-rooted anxiety was turning out to not be the best mix of internalized feelings to harbor. I didn't feel settled here – it just didn't sit well in my stomach how easily I was plucked from the lines of death just because I was their Alpha's mate.