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she shouted, earning a few groans from the other omegas. "They won't kill her," I assured, "a large part of their profits come from selling omegas, especially omega females since we're highly fertile." "Are you serious," she asked looking rather disgusted. "Yeah," I said, "you don't have to worry though they don't sell us till we're in our mid twenties." "Is that why I haven't seen any older omegas," she asked, "I always thought thy just killed them off." "Naw," I said, "that would be wasteful, and the Rhinestone pack is all about using everything to the fullest. We recycle and everything."

"There this new store at the mall called BoxLunch has these cool things like Pokémon, Sailor Moon, Avengers, basically another Hot Topic. I asked Lily what you like, and she said you are starting to collect Funko Pop figurines, so I got you some." There were tiny boxes inside the bag, and I pulled out a Monkey D. Luffy from One Piece that I love so much a Funko Pop figure, and I smiled. "Thank you, Clark. I love it." "Hope none of them you already have?" "No, Lily bought eleven of these but Sailor Moon characters for me." "Wow," his eyes grew wide. "Does she know these aren't cheap?" "Yeah, but she didn't know what to choose to get for me."

I raised my knees to my chest and slammed my feet against her chest. I swam up for air and filled my lungs. Harlow yelled maniacally. I couldn’t win this fight. I backed up into the wall. She got closer, a devilish smirk on her face. “You’re screwed, Omega. Any last words?” “Gabbie now!” Poppy cried. My nails turned to claws once again. Harlow advanced fast. I shut my eyes and aimed my claws at her heart. Five sharp claws cut into her skin and inserted venom.

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.

He snarled at it, knowing that his Omega was still at its earliest hundred of age, and the next page gives him much hatred. A jerk who abused the innocence of his Omega. The paper was crumpled inside his palms, the pheromones he released, gloom the whole room. This was also felt by Rikko, but he cares less because he has a gland suppressor, that he invented himself.

Suzie looks at Bella and then at her older brother, vaguely feeling the unexplainable tension between them, and secretly smiled before nodding as a sign of agreement to her brother’s statement. Bella, seeing through the match-making antics of her friend, smiled knowingly. “Thank you.” Shawn was immediately drawn to the ocean blue eyes of the most beautiful omega he had ever seen. Though omega’s were known to own ethereal beauty in exchange for their lack of power, he had never seen such a beautiful woman in his life. He found himself gulping with much difficulty as his wolf begins to shift around him, no longer content with just watching the beautiful woman in front of him.

And then my eyes catch on a figure standing slightly apart from the others. He's leaning against a wooden post, arms crossed, a study in contained power. Unlike the others, who are loud and animated, he is utterly still, a statue carved from shadow. The torchlight catches the severe line of his jaw, the unruly shock of dark hair that falls across his forehead. He's tall, broad-shouldered, filling out the simple training tunic in a way that speaks of coiled power. There's an intensity about him, a palpable aura of danger that sets him apart even from the other warriors. He isn't just confident; he's lethal. A wolf among wolves.

These men had no attachment, no loyalty nothing! " Shut the fuck up!" Sandra snapped glaring at the drooling man clearly jealous out of her mind. " She's a useless omega, no power, nothing just a pretty face that's all! King had many before her and he'll find more after her, only I have been here from the start to end." Sandra spat glaring at the man who rolled his eyes.

"I am only an omega. Nothing more." "Are you?" He was suddenly in front of me, moving faster than should have been possible. One hand pressed against the door, trapping me between his arm and the wooden surface. "Because my sources tell me something very interesting about tribute omegas from that particular pack." His free hand lifted to touch my cheek, fingers trailing down to rest against my throat. I could feel my pulse hammering against his palm, betraying my terror. "They tell me that such tributes often carry... messages. Instructions. Perhaps even weapons." His thumb pressed against my windpipe, not enough to hurt but enough to remind me how fragile I was. "What message do you carry,

My powers were already settled but I couldn’t understand this pain as my mind went back to the sharp pain, I felt from the Lycan’s slap, fear mixed with a quick impulse, I let out a scream before I could stop it “Get away from me” I stood up swiftly, pushing back the blanket cover My body felt different, quickly I rushed to the gigantic mirror behind the cupboard, the slap left a mark on my face, as big as his hands were, it was visible, my hands traced it down to my chin, trembling from the slap's retained pain under my fingertips. The sensation of his hand still burning against my face, and my skin feeling hot and swollen, but something strange started happening as I touched my face