Apa Itu Heat Omega Novels & Stories

The Alpha’s Runaway Mate . Chapter 62: Southern Kingdom . Mattel was worried. He could have sworn his mate was in heat. He wasn’t completely sure, it was more like a lingering knowing. And that wasn’t good. An omega in heat was an omega in danger. In heat, most omegas desperately needed an alpha to ease their symptoms. And considering the fact that Regina had been on her suppressants, the heat his omega would experience would be longer and perhaps more intense than a usual one.

She should thank her later. “Good,” she simply said. “Looks like it. You’re glowing,” Nina beamed. “Must be nice,” another member of their team chirped. Carrie just smiled and thanked them. At her desk, she pulled out a small mirror from her drawer and checked her face. She was indeed glowing. Something she noticed earlier while was getting ready for work too. The post-heat sheen was there, casting a certain glow on her face. It was a common thing amongst Omegas after their cycle. Their skin suddenly brighter, their muscles light, their face youthful. The post-heat sheen could give Omegas radiance better than any facial procedure could.

“He is nothing. You endangered your pack. You endangered every pack.” And then the real voice came. The one that had been waiting. Low. Careful. “And let’s not pretend we don’t know what you are.” My stomach turned. My heart slammed once, hard, like it knew what was coming. “You’re an omega. A male omega.” The air shifted. All eyes were on me now. Like I’d grown a second head. Or like I was something to be put down. “You go into heat,” the man said slowly. “You attract attention. You form bonds with anything that breathes. You’re unstable. You’re vulnerable.”

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.

My lips crack with thirst. The door creaks open. Light slices into the dark. My heart leaps in terror, expecting Clara’s shadow. But it’s not her. A hand slips in. Trembling. Thin. In it, a piece of bread and a dented cup of water. I lift my gaze. Another Omega stands there, eyes wide with fear and pity. “Eat,” she whispers. “Please. Before they come back.” Tears sting my eyes, hot and humiliating. Not for the pain, not for the rejection. But for this—the fragile kindness of an omega.

When the strike came, she dodged it, and cornered him. Then, suddenly, her claws flared. It wasn't the usual claw, not the type to be hidden. It came out blazing molten silver, big enough for the smallest pup to see from the upper level. The warrior staggered back, shock evident on his face. Then, the little Omega rose, her shoulders rising with her, eyes glowing violet. The crowd erupted in shock. Some were amazed, while others wallowed in unbelief. “Impossible! That's not happening!” Cael hissed in shock also.

“Wait, what the hell is—« One of them chugged a bitter pill into my mouth, cutting me right off, and the next second my body instantly began to give a special heat. A searing, uncontrollable heat eruption that burned heavy through the veins. It was a heat no alpha would ever feel, the purging fire of an omega’s truth serum. Soon enough I could feel myself going mad, if I didn't get a cure now, I would for sure die here. “Please, stop— please,” I muttered, with the last few remaining strength I had left. “Give him the cure, boys.” They fed me another pill, which at once stopped the crazy heat I was feeling in my body, and my eyes went back to normal. They both released their hold, leaving me

“I think that’s a bit rough, why?” “They let you in, didn’t they?” He smiled at her. “Yeah, but I think you can trust them.“She smiled at him back. “Why?“He asked. “Because I do. “She said. “You are not omega, that is why they listened to you, and also why you felt that they are telling you the truth.” “One of your parents was Alpha.” “I know, I have my doubts, now more than ever.” They were looking at each other like the whole world vanished beside them, when his lips touched her, in a lustful kiss, and his hands were searching her hot body.

someone called out in agreement and more voices joined. “Divorce your omega wife and you can marry your fated mate. The moon goddess has blessed you with a beta born as your mate! With her by your side, you will finally be stronger and we can win the war. The future of the pack is going to be safe!” Elder Zachary cheered.

As she stares into the darkness, looking up at the ceiling, shame courses through her, as her traitorous inner Omega triumphs. Alpha killed for us. Alpha protected us. But at what cost? She doesn't even know the man, and her body is reacting to him in ways it never has before. Enough so that the vibrator in her nightstand drawer is clamoring for use. It's a simple model, but one that's a necessity for every Omega who goes through Heat without an Alpha to see them through it. It has a plain vibration nub along with a silicone knot that opens up with the press of a button. And right now, it's whispering her name.