Best Alpha Omega Romance Books Novels & Stories

And yes it absolutely sucked that we both don’t know what privacy or private intimacy means due to our mate bond. I felt him and his every mood and move like a cold ice. And could hear him… The Alpha king Alex was only trying to feed off of his distraction and anger. On the course of it, the girl demands he goes hard and fast which is unlike the great Alpha king. He was feeling weak and distracted, it's never his way… there was a problem and it's not even his wolf form "Ozuna" this time. It was me, Rose king,the weak Omega. Alex really took the blames on me..can you imagine?

Edmund rolled his eyes, “Those two are Gamma Elise, the chef, and Beta Geneda, Alpha’s personal assistant.” Liora itched to tell Thaddeus to bring her back, but there was no way she would let these wolves take her for a laughingstock. Alpha wanted a maid? Fine. She would be the best damn maid he’d ever seen– and right after that, she would be the maid- the omega that left his pack in the dust of her escape.

And I was my Alpha's beloved mate. (To be continue...) NEXT >> BOOK 2: BETA'S SECRET OBSESSION Continues Next Page

My brows furrowed in confusion as I narrowed my stare at her. *What's wrong?* I mentally questioned. She ignores and runs off. I ran after her getting a hold of her. “Let go of me!” She wailed trying to let loose but I held firmly. I pulled her to me her breast making contact with my chest. Shit! “Reject me! I know I am omega, and an Alpha can never be with a weakling. So reject me! I can handle it” She demands her voice leveling higher as she speaks.

Just the cold, hard truth of it. For a moment, the room was utterly still. The pack stared at me as if they had seen a ghost. But they didn’t dare question what they had seen, what they were witnessing. Their alpha, the one they had revered, had fallen at the feet of an omega. And I didn’t care. Because Star was mine, and I was hers. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Star’s POV

“Worse, Draco. She’s an Omega.” The silence that followed was deafening… and then Draco roared with laughter, the kind that sent chills and sparks through the receiver. “Oh, my sweet hells,” he managed between fits of his choking laughter. “My noble twin, the ruthless Alpha, chasing after a filthy little Omega? Oh, Nyla… are you sure this isn’t just jealousy talking? You’ve always been possessive, you know.”

She had three companions with her, two females and one male, and all of them were looking at me with disgust on their faces. I wonder what they've learned about me aside from me being a dominant omega. My questioning thought has been answered, though, when the other woman speaks. "I can't believe Landon is marrying a whore. Does he not get disgusted by her?" The first woman that spoke replies, "Right. What did he even see in that bitch? There are a lot of beautiful and rich alphas out there, ones that have no bad records or dirt piled under them, and yet he chose to be with a cheap whore? Did he somehow lose his mind?"

Author’s Note: Before we all dive in, I would advise you to read the author’s note. This book is tagged 18+, it's a deep erotic “DARK” romance with words that can make you wet or make you uncomfortable, depending on how you choose to enjoy it. This book contains Omega’s total submission to their Alphas. The sexual content can be toxic, wild and rough. BDSM, Kinks, Wildness/Roughness, Manipulation and Crazy obsession, Total submission etc.

I said, stepping out from behind Zayne. I met Brock’s gaze, forcing my voice steady. “Tell your Alpha I’m not interested.” Brock’s cold eyes appraised me. “You smell of fear, and of a weak bond.” “Where’s your Alpha, little Omega? Did he abandon you already?” Hot clean rage washed through me. “He’s worth a hundred of you.” “Then where is he?” Brock taunted taking a step up the ridge. “An Omega alone is just prey, come quietly.” “Gideon won’t hurt you, he has… plans, you could be a prince in Ironwood.”

We never shared a bed, but now and then when the doors were ajar and the moonlight was kind, I caught a glimpse of him—broad shoulders open,heavy with muscle beneath tailored shirts. But it wasn't that image that held me spellbound now. No, it was because Isolde pressed her head to his shoulder. Darius sat in an old maroon chair, legs sprawled, arms crossed, eyes closed, every inch the Alpha at rest. Isolde, lips curved just so, looked victorious even in slumber. And I knew she sent this, along with the taunting message: “We're perfectly matched! You should step aside. A true Alpha deserves his fated mate—not some interloper.”