Broken Omega Mga Nobela at Kwento

Still, they slid through. “Katie…” I staggered toward a glimmer in the trees—a pond, frozen clear. I fell to my knees at its edge. But the reflection wasn’t mine. Eyes burning crimson. A smile—cruel and tender all at once. His voice trembled through the ice: “You are enough, my little omega. More than enough. Always and forever.” My breath hitched. I pressed my hand against the surface. “Please—don’t leave me again, please! Vl—”

Not believing she's losing her children because of a filthy Omega. "You're leaving because of some filthy Omega?! She's not worth it! She will never be anything in life. So why drag yourselves down with her? She's only good for breeding children and taking care of a house. No one would dare give an omega a job. She won't be able to provide for herself. Hers, Alpha, would have to do all the work. She's worthless!" Jones spat out.

Liam’s voice faltered. "A bit what?" The glass slammed onto the table. "Too much?" The sound of the rain covered my ragged breaths. "She's an Omega with tainted blood. She and her social-climbing mother are an insult to the Blackwood Pack," Draven's voice grew colder. "I want her gone. I want her outcast, a rogue, banished to the wastes. So broken she’ll be too terrified to even think about setting foot in another pack’s territory." My fingers dug into the wall.

A last resort for a broken heart. I grabbed the journal from the table, my fingers combing through the pages. I found the section I required, a faded but detailed illustration of a ritual. It required a shard of the Omega's soul, a sacrifice of the deepest kind. It required a truth so painful, a betrayal so profound, that it would cut the bond.

She beamed, stepping toward me—but then her smile faded. She realized a little too soon. I was not smiling. I was not triumphant. Something was wrong. “Rowan, what’s wrong? You don't look happy.” I turned my gaze back to the window. The snow and the sky... so cold it looked almost colorless. “There’s one thing.” She waited. “She’s an omega,” I said, turning to my sister. The words alone should not have been an issue. But the next ones were. “She has no wolf.”

She walks past me, when she gets to the door, she stops and turns around, “By the way, Diego. I have one last thing to say.” “What the fuck is it now? Scared already? Ready to talk?” I smiled evilly. “No. I, Blanca Moreno, a wolfless omega, reject you, Diego Moreno, as my mate.” The bond completely shatters in my chest, and I’m bent over clutching it and looking at Blanca, who is still serene and calm. I’m in excruciating pain and she is still like a statue. “Get her the fuck out of here! Beat her within an inch of her life until she talks.” I screamed.

It seemed as though the world had twisted itself around me, trapping me in this nightmare that I couldn't escape. Being an omega had never felt like a blessing, but here, in this twisted reality with Colton, it felt like nothing but a curse. A fate that had bound me to a world of suffering, pain, and degradation. I hated being omega—hated the helplessness that came with it, hated how it made me vulnerable to the whims of cruel men who saw me as nothing more than a possession. A toy to play with, a thing to use, that’s all I had ever been to anyone who crossed my path.

I was on my feet before the dust even began to settle. Freya staggered, taking one step, then two, and then her wolf shook, half-shifted, and then pulled back. She dropped to one knee with her hand on the sand. Her face was tight with effort. She was fighting it, whatever it was, as she tried to stay up. Omega-bane. That's what it was. A substance that suppressed Omegas specifically, weakened the connection to their wolf side, and made shifting nearly impossible. It was extremely illegal and very hard to get.

I looked around. No one would believe me. No one wanted to. “I…” I started. Then stopped. “I don’t know what you want me to say.” “We want the truth,” Harwin said. No, they didn’t. They wanted blood. “You want me to say I’m dangerous,” I said, softly. “So you can justify what you’ve already decided.” “You’re a defective omega,” Clara said, lips curled. “You’re unfit to be a mother.” And that was when I broke.

River wasted no time settling in the chair and then leaned against Noah as he happily chewed on his cookie. Noah looked over at River and a warmth spread through him when he realized how different this Omega was from ones like himself. River is exactly what an omega is supposed to be. One who has never experienced rape, or sexual abuse. One who has never been mentally and physically abused. River is an omega who has known nothing but love, family, and friendships, aside from the hardship he endured when his pack was destroyed and being on the run for the past 5 years. But even during those 5 years, he still had love and a family connection with his little pack that kept him safe. He's everyt