Claiming Slave Omega As My Luna Novels & Stories

“You can’t even speak properly, you little imbecile slut. I wonder what Damien saw in you that made him take you as a mate.” Damien. Her mate. My ex-mate. “Why does she keep using his name against me?” “He was done with me. He rejected me.” Or was she mocking me because he rejected me and now I’m her slave? “Is there anything you want me to help with, Luna?” I asked, trying to keep my tone polite as tears welled up in my eyes. I was once the Luna of the Moonlight Pack, but here I am, bowing in front of the very woman who once bowed before me. A mere omega. A mere slave.

"I'm not a fighter. I'm a faux Luna and an Omega, remember?" Liam winced. She could see him struggling to speak. His expression softened slightly. "I'm sorry, Nicole, but you must realize that you're no longer a slave. You may be indebted to me, but a slave is not what you are. You're more than an Omega. You're a witch-bane werewolf. You have a power that no one else in this pack has, plus you have a duty to me because I own you, and that duty is also to the Dark Moon.

Elder Vera rises. "Luna Whitmore. Your sacrifice for your daughter is noted and honored by this Council." Her voice is careful, carrying something underneath the formality. "However, questions have been raised about your current position. You are Luna of Moonshadow Pack, mated to Alpha Ashford. But you no longer possess Alpha nature." A pause. "The question before this Council is whether an omega can serve as Luna." The murmur that goes through the room is not surprise. It's the sound of people who already had opinions finding permission to voice them.

Lola approaches me slowly, one step at a time as if playing with a prey in trap, "Because you are an omega, yet he found you as his true mate. Do you see how you are his nightmare all over again? You are the living reminder of the only stain on him -- his omega mother! What can he do? He's not going to make you Luna, but he can't let anyone have you either, right?" What?! I forget to breathe, processing the hard truth. Realizing with horror that Lola might be telling the truth, I murmur in shock: "He can also kill me..." "You know full well why he wouldn't," Lola bursts into laughter, "no one tastes good like one's true mate." So, that's why I'm his sex slave. Blood drains from my face when

“And you came all the way to appeal to me to do what, exactly? Turn a monster and strip them of any little dignity they still have to their name?” Elder Veyra jumped in without any permission. “Did you just say dignity, Alpha? They are literally forgetting their place in this Pack. From the onset, Omegas were never meant to wield claws the way they are doing now. They were created just to serve. And your Luna… she was the first to start this rebellion by feeding their delusions.” The words scraped flesh from my heart, burning deeply into my bones. “Don’t you ever speak with such unfiltered words while speaking about my mate,” I roared out angrily.

Even as I towered over him he fumed. "You do not yell at me. I attacked you in that ally way because you were sexually harassing the Omega." The Luna gasped loudly and looked up at her mate, he growled an apology under his breath. She stormed out of the room with running tears. "That still doesn't give you the right you attack me! She's my Omega." Larkin snapped and I watched the reflection in Kane's eyes as my iris' turned black when he took control. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him up off the floor so he was face to face with me. His eyes widen in fear as I snarled quietly at him.

Nodding slightly he let's go and I break off in a sprint through the pack house and towards the border. 'I'm coming baby! Keep running!' I hear him yell. Pushing my paws harder on the wet ground I run faster than I ever thought possible. 'Cross now!' He yells again. I rush passed the border and I'm surrounded by about 100 wolves. I quickly glance around at all of them but none seem to be looking at me, they're all staring at Lakota's pack grounds. 5 wolves come rushing towards us and what I'm assuming is Cain and Atticus cross along with a brown wolf. They turn around in front of the wolves that now surround me and look back at Lakota's reddish brown wolf. My mate shifts back to human and l

Because in this realm, Humans fall in the category of Omega. I'm Elysian Jordon, a human. That's why I'm an omega and the slave of the Breaking Dawn pack. Being an Omega hurts. A lot. They say I should be proud of being an Omega because Omegas are rare, but for me, there's nothing to be proud of since I'm not even a true omega, I'm a human who always had dreams about having an Alpha as my mate and being a Luna to end my suffering in this world of werewolves.

Theo glances at my face and can see the questions burning in my eyes. “Now here is the twist, the Alpha and Luna have made her a slave. From what I have gathered so far, the Luna was pregnant with twins, a boy and a girl. The male did not survive childbirth and the daughter was blamed for the death of the son.” Theo’s face is red with anger as he is explaining the situation to me. I understand his anger at the situation. Our pack is more forward thinking and progressive. We do not have slaves, and even our Omegas are treated as revered members of our pack. Theo helped me build the pack up this way. It made us stronger, our wolves are more loyal.

“Didn’t think you’d last a second.” I push myself up, wincing as my body protests. We go again, and again she slams me down. My body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve screaming at me to stop, but I can’t. “Give up already,” Leona sneers. “You don’t belong here. You don’t even belong by Alpha Elijah’s side.” Her words cut deeper than the physical pain. I freeze, her words echoing in my head. “When I become his Luna,” she continues, flipping her hair, “I’ll make you my omega. You’ll be cleaning up my shit for the rest of your miserable life.”