Alpha Tau Omega Flags Novels & Stories

A strangled cry erupted from the Omega as inch by inch he was filled wholly and completely. Ash was rolling his hips, urging Alex deeper before he’d even bottomed out on the first thrust. His fingers buried in the blankets beneath him as he panted the Alpha’s name again and again. Alex arched over him. He slipped one arm behind Ash neck and held himself up on that elbow as he buried his cock deep. Tilting his head, he inhaled Ash scent and offered his own neck. Alpha pheromones emanated heavily from Alex as his body thrilled at being buried inside the tight heat of an Omega.

Max shouted perplexed when they finally saw the intruder… Neither of them could ever mistake what they saw for something else… Before them on a gold pendant that has a circle of seven wolves and a wolf in the centre of the circle, all howling at a full moon. The lone wolf in the centre of the circle represented the Alpha and the seven wolves in the circle were the seven packs that came together to make the Tsauno Lycan Clan. The Tavala! Only the true Alphas of Tsauno wore it.

Tracing it with his finger, he considered it again. In the shape of a military shield with a background of deep, midnight blue with a full silver moon partially veiled by a stylized American flag. In the center stood a formidable werewolf in a vigilant pose, its fur a combination of military green and silver, golden eyes glowed with determination. The werewolf held an M16 across his chest, teeth bared. Across the top in Marine red was a banner in bold gold letters with the pack motto. Semper Fidelis Lupus – Always Faithful Wolf. On either side of the shield, there were olive branches and arrows, paw prints linking the two. At the very bottom was the golden Eagle Globe and Anchor of the Unite

says Julian, “But how would it endanger Keiran’s life?” “As I’m sure you’re aware, omegas in general are rare and valuable,” says Ben. “Only one in a hundred thousand or so births is an omega and only one in a million is a male omega. Most births are betas, with about one in a thousand being an alpha. The child of an omega and their fated mate is either an alpha or an omega, about a 60/40 split.” Ben pauses. “But any child born of a second generation male omega is an alpha nearly one hundred percent of the time.” And what does every Alpha want? An alpha child of his blood.

Ophelia's POV "I am Ophelia Starkingstein, daughter of the late Beta Harrison of Stormridge Pack.” He remained silent for several seconds after I spoke. Although I kept my head lowered in submission, I felt the weight of his Alpha aura settle over me as he assessed every word I spoke. "What is an omega doing alone near a restricted border at this hour?" he asked calmly, quiet authority woven through his voice. I swallowed hard and tightened my fingers around the fabric of my dress.

Marcus Thorne's pack crest—silver and azure, with its distinctive mountain motif—seemed to mock me from its prominent position among our strategic partners. A sudden, possessive rage swept through me. The memory of Aurora's words in the SUV burned afresh in my mind: "I am considering someone else." Thorne. She was considering *Thorne*. "Eva," I called, my voice sharper than intended. My assistant appeared immediately at my side. "Yes, Alpha Heir?" "Remove all instances of the Thorne pack crest and territory symbols from our displays," I ordered. "Replace them with generic alliance symbols or leave the spaces blank."

The streetlights lining the driveway illuminated the flags clearly as the symbol came fully into view. My lips parted before I could stop myself. “Riverwoods Pack…” Alpha Dreadlock’s eyes immediately shifted toward me. “What did you say?” At first, I thought I had been mistaken when I recognized the flag attached to one of the convoys. But I wasn’t. The symbol embroidered on the flag…. Two crescent moons curved against each other while the tail of a wolf slashed through the center. “General Alpha Kayak.” Zaden chirped, taking a step forward. Alpha Dreadlock’s gaze moved toward the convoy once more, and this time he saw it clearly too.

The first was a female and she barely knew her that much since she's married to her mate. The second oldest was Cyrus, who stays in the alpha's household ever since he got his mate. Yeah, he is soon to be the next beta of their pack though. And the least oldest. Alexander. He has nothing to write home about, that is in Petal's point of view. Just like their father, he bully and picked on her, making everything more difficult for her. He cares less about her existence and make her do his work, watching his friends pick on her and turn her into a laughing stock, forgetting the fact that they are siblings.

Chapter 15: Two Moons Entwined Chris read through the result slip a couple of times, thinking he had mistaken the word “Alpha” as “Omega”. Nevertheless, no matter how many times he read it, the word “Alpha” was clearly stated there. For whatever unknown reasons, Chris was not satisfied with the result and he was denying the fact Nathan was an Alpha. Before this, he was certain his best friend was an Alpha and he did not mind it. However, after talking to his mother and listening to her thoroughly, Nathan’s description fitted more to be an Omega rather than an Alpha. Nonetheless, a heavy-seed Omega — the rarest of the rare.

Therefore, Crown Prince Ruarc of the noble Icelands, can take his orders and shove them up his tight little hole because I would bow to no one. Alpha or Omega. “Crinka, I don’t want to hurt you, so drop the fucking knife and step the fucking back”, Ruarc yelled. Had I remained that Crinka, the one who was too quick to accept her fate, the demeaning fate bestowed upon her, I would have stepped back. But I am not that Crinka, thus, the Crown Prince would like to think again, before infusing alpha’s dominance in his tone, because this Crinka, would bow to no one.