Always Omi Novels & Stories

Om knows the truth behind her birth so does Oorvi but that doesn't affect him much. He is habitual of seeing his father with new women daily and beating his mother occasionally. He has turned into a monster just like his father. He loves to torment Oorvi for pure fun though she is just one year younger than him. Om's mother named her Oorvi means Earth and she is just like that. She tolerates everything and has a big heart. Oorvi is a shy and submissive girl but that out of fear. She knows she will get beaten to death for her one wrong deed.

DAMIEL The stench of blood clings to my suit than my pheromones. I had no time to wash up after handling my business at the basement but my movement has been laid out, get home, wash up, check up on all three omegas in my house and then rest. Stepping foot into my home that is now to another omega. One I call my other rib and two others. His own other ribs. The house smells smoky. Nothing is burning? Check but it is the pheromone of an omega in distress. who ambushed my home?

~MIKAEL~ A few minutes after my outburst, O'Lean came into my office. His huge body stood right in front of me. He watched quietly as I dropped the folder on the table. Lately, I have been researching wolves from decades past that had the anticelestial mark and there was something common between them. Their wolves had a downward crescent mark on the side of the arm and they are all omegas. So that leaves us to check all omegas. Although it makes things easier… it would take a lot of time to separate the omegas from the other wolves.

Damon’s POV: Now it made sense. I knew something was off the moment I’d gotten inside the car with her. Her pheromones were too potent. Technically, once an Omega is marked, their scent belongs to their Alpha. It becomes a private frequency, tuned only to the man who claimed them. It’s only supposed to leak during a heat or a moment of extreme distress. But the scent coming off Ophelia wasn't just leaking; it was pouring. My mind flashed back to the phone call with Raymond earlier. The way that arrogant bastard had spoken…. It had sounded like he was contemplating breaking the bond.

The local club was humid and full of bodies of Alphas, Omegas, and Betas. Ashly could feel skin all around her as she moved in time to the beat, the crowd grinding on one another and not noticing the omega smell in their midst. Monika had wandered off to get a pint, chatting happily with some red-haired lass at the bar when Ashly had last looked over.

Maybe since it's a commercial break, the men have no excuse not to be hospitable to us. After shaking hands and telling everyone our names, Fiona turns to a chair between two of the couches. This chair is occupied by the only person who decided not to stand. This person is important. This person is referred to as Oma—Fiona's mother. Sebastian's grandmother. I've heard a little about her and hope to hear more. She traveled from Romania to be here for the holidays, Fiona tells us. Fiona's smile is proud but uncertain. Almost anxious. Oma is a stout woman with strong arms and short legs. Long hair, like a graying mane, hangs down in a loose braid over her broad shoulder. Her eyes are green; bri

The other one stated. "Why? Have you forgotten all of us are omegas?" Raising my eyebrow while I cocked my head sideways. "Yeah, but the uncle of her sister's mate is the beta!" "Oh, please. Spare me the riding of coattails drama!" I want to laugh at them. That is their definition of 'related to the beta and gamma'. Even if one of their friends had a mate that was related or even had just a teenie bit of blood connected with the elites, they immediately claimed to be close.

“A bond is not only to bind us together. It’s to keep everyone safe. Think of it as a…tracker. If we’re not with you and something happens, we’ll be able to feel you, and if you’re close enough, we’ll be able to use the bond to track you.” “But you’ll die if something happens to me.” I cupped the back of her neck. “So that is what is scaring you,” I muttered. “My little omega, life has no guarantees. You have to live life to your fullest and enjoy every moment of it.” “And you also shouldn’t believe everything they tell you,” Michel said. “The statics used by the omega center isn’t accurate.” “They tried to talk me out of spending my heat with you.” I pursed my lips. Of course, they did. I n

The tradition of the pack stated that during the mating ceremony, if you are without a mate, you are considered a bad omen and you'll be killed without remorse. That's why most Omegas refused to attend the mating ceremony… “I won't curb the mating ceremony.” I assured her. In a swing, I closed the door behind me while I stared at the dress from where I had kept it. Now, I wished I had said no. *** The mating ceremony took place in the grand courtyard of Elroi Lair and the moment I stepped inside, the dress I had worn made me feel like I belonged, but deep down I didn't. My eyes found solitude in the lanterns lined in every corner of the room as I walked down to the nearest corner of the room

They sense the strange magic coiled tightly beneath her skin like a restrained storm. “She doesn’t smell like us,” one of the elders murmurs. “She smells like power,” another answers. I bare my teeth slightly, a silent warning. The murmurs die. Rieka arrives late. Deliberately. She wears silver and white, Luna colors meant to remind the pack of her status. Her chin is high, her expression controlled but her scent betrays her. Fear. Jealousy. Rage. Good. I raise my hand, commanding silence. “Today,” I announce, voice carrying effortlessly, “we begin a bond of protection and claim.” A ripple moves through the crowd.