Romans & histoires Alpha X Omega Reader

Alex can't bring himself to open his eyes-- scared that if I do, everything will just disappear. "Alex, I love you," Ash softly whispers as he unzips Alex pants. 'Wait a minute, isn't Alex is an Alpha and Ash is his omega. It means he need to be in top not Ash. And Ash is shy person then how the hell he become........ Oh shit!' Chest heaving and catching Alex breath when he realise everything now, he softly say "I----" *** Alex opens his eyes with a searing pain on his head.

With a knock on the door wide open, I waited for the Alpha’s response, hoping that today, I would prove myself worthy of the pack’s honor. “Come!” Alpha Zodd’s thundering voice sounded from within. Slowly, I stepped in, and the sight I was met with almost made me stumble to the floor. Alpha Zodd was in bed with one of his mistresses. The woman lay on her back with legs wide spread upwards, and the Alpha had his head buried deep between her legs. The lady’s moans grew increasingly loud and uncomfortable. They were both fully naked, and the scene was intimate and felt very personal, a quick reminder of the differences between their world and mine.

I have nothing. The battle exposed everything. My alliance with vampires. My payments from Hermetic Order. My betrayal of wolves for human gold. Silas revealed it publicly. Everyone heard. Can't deny. Can't explain away. I'm Alpha who sold wolves to humans. Unforgivable. Permanent stain. "Alpha, what are your orders?" Beta Marcus asks. Loyal. Still trying to follow. Still believing. I look at him. At all of them. Young wolves who trusted me. Followed me. Killed for me.

The gray-eyed man turned his attention toward me now. His gaze swept over me carefully, from my worn clothes to the bruises still fading along my arm. His expression darkened. “She’s an omega,” he said. “Yes.” “And wolfless.” Kael didn’t answer that part. The silence stretched. The man studied him carefully before speaking again. “Alpha… this doesn’t make sense.” Kael’s silver eyes flickered briefly toward me before returning to his Beta. “She crossed into our territory tonight,” he said. “By accident?” “No.”

Author’s POV Alpha Xavier’s wolf howled in his head, irritated and annoyed as he spoke. "The black omega you are talking about? She is way cuter than you. I don’t get why you are all so judgmental. Even your Alpha hates wolves from the Woodland pack, especially their Alpha. This whole pack is messed up.” Xavier lamented.

“I know you are angry, I am too, but this isn’t the way to do it. This is wrong, Alex.” Alex was breathing heavily, sweat breaking out along her brow. “I can’t let go of it,” he said. “You can,” I said. I yanked my hand off Alpha Sean and ran to Alex. “Give it to me.” He briefly turned from Lena to me and looked at me, astonished, before fixing his gaze back on Lena. “You can’t hold it. You are an Omega.” “You are wrong, Alex. I am an Alpha. I can take it. Give it to me.”

But there's just something about the man that makes him look trustworthy in my eyes, making me believe and follow his every word, something that I never considered doing for an alpha. “Make sure to read everything properly. And if there's something you do not agree with, let me know so we can work it out,” says Landon, to which I only answered with a grateful nod. I guess it must be one of the reasons why I easily trusted Landon. Because he's considerate to an omega like me. With my line of work, meeting different alphas is nothing new. And in all the alphas that I've met, no one was as considerate as Landon. To those alphas, we omegas are nothing but a human fleshlight to them, one they use

Rowen said. Leila was bouncing around, and yipping excitedly in my head, but I didn’t trust his words. They seemed too good to be true. I felt as though he was playing some kind of game with me. “But you are an Alpha, and I am an Omega. Those two do not go together. Omega’s are not strong enough to be Lunas.” I said quietly. “That is actually not true, and I had that proven to me.” Rowen said. “How….how sir?”

He picked up the battered book from Aurella’s nightstand and opened it. “Where was I?” he muttered. “The cub was crying,” Aurella supplied, snuggling down. Her foot brushed mine under the blankets. “Right.” He cleared his throat. “‘Who hurt you, little one?’ the Warrior Bear asked. And the cub whispered…” I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Because the Alpha wasn’t reading to Aurella. He was reading to us. And when he got to the bear’s line — “Then I will tear the world apart until you’re safe” — his eyes lifted from the page.

“You’re mine.” “I’m not yours!” she cried, trying to twist away. “You are,” he snapped, claws ripping the sheets beside her head as he loomed over her. “The moon says you are. My knot says you are. And this little cunt—” his paw slid down, claws grazing her inner thigh before two thick fingers pressed between her slick folds “—is soaking for her Alpha.” She whimpered, both in fear and humiliation as her body betrayed her again. He laughed darkly, dragging his fingers up to her lips. “Lick.”