Claiming Slave Omega As My Luna Novels & Stories

I opened my eyes, and there he was – Maverick, his strong hands gently patted and rubbed my back as I writhed in agony. "Maverick," I cried from desperation. "It hurts, it hurts so much! Please, don't leave me!" "Shhh, I'm here," he soothed in a low and reassuring tone . "You can do this, Nora. I know it's painful, but you have to keep trying." My body convulsed as it tried to shift, only to snap back to human form, and I let out a strangled sob. "I can't, I can't! I'm a weak omega, unworthy of being your Luna."

She stood straight and made sure her face was directly facing his with no fear on her face. "First of all, my training has nothing to do with my look, secondly I am not weak, I am an omega, yes!". She stated on a serious note. "But don't forget that I Jessica Brainna Halsey and omega of the blood moon pack rejected you, so if you think I want to be the Luna of this pack you're wrong and infact I am leaving so accept my rejection". She said angrily, already pissed off by his ignorant attitude.

"Since you want to be a classist pig who is blind to her father’s sins, let me tell you something." I leaned closer. My lips brushed the shell of her ear. My warm breath made her skin break out in goosebumps. "I might be a bottom barrel Omega. But I am the mate and bride to your cousin. I am Luna. Ruling Luna. It does not matter if you were born and bred and classified a certain way. You will still bow to this whore." I pulled back slowly. I reached up with two fingers and wiped the last sticky streak of her spit from my jaw line. I held the fingers up between our faces. I let her look at it.

When I looked at my father, he couldn't stop smiling as he signaled me to come forward and take my seat beside him. Forward, I got seated, darting my eyes around to the faces that were gathered until my gaze met with the slave master. “I find him suspicious now that I know he's a Lycan Alpha too but hid as a slave master all those years of me being Luna.” my lips twitched. I was still staring around, not until I found a young lady, seated beside a young boy dressed in royalty, but not as expensive as mine. “That look! I smell disappointment….” I continued staring at them as they stared back too. “Why can't I bond with that guy? At least, he bears my father's blood, so my wolf was supposed to

Ollie said, and it occurred to me he might make an excellent lieutenant. We turned the way Ollie had indicated, back to the supply gate, and had made it perhaps twenty yards when the door opened. We turned back as one. An omega was standing there, one with almost white-blond hair. She sneered at us. “We don’t want her anyway! She can’t possibly be the one prophesized!” I shrugged and turned away. What a nut job. “She’s a Luna Wolf!” the omega said, and at that I did have to look back.

She shouted, attempting to hit me in the chest, but I pulled back, disgusted at the thought of her touching me again. Suddenly, the doors opened, and Rona walked in, her cold gaze piece into my soul. Immediately, the beta raised a sliver whip, viciously lashing my back with it, and the pain lashed across my lower back, lancing through me, and I dropped to my knees, feeling too weak to put up a fight. "We were about to take him to the torture room, but he suddenly put up resistance and started asking for our Luna." The gamma said. "Our Luna doesn't want to see or have anything to do with a filthy slave. Drag him to the torture room and if he put up resistance, just beat him until he stops bre

Then Draco's hand found mine warm and certain, the same hand that had reached for me in a greenhouse and been present on a terrace and held on through all of it. I held it. The hall was very full. The officiant stepped back. And I stood in the front of it in front of the pack, in front of the territory, in front of every person who had chosen to be here, and I was. Without apology or management or the specific, practiced art of making yourself smaller so the world would leave you alone. Witch, werewolf, Omega. Luna. Sofia Fletcher. All of it, out loud. Afterward the hall became something warmer and less formal.

“What are you doing here?” A tall omega stepped forward. “Today was given to us as a day of rest,” he paused. “Because you were crowned yesterday.” I frowned slightly. “A day of rest?” “We… we hoped to use this chance to speak with you.” My eyes moved across the small group gathered behind him. “Speak,” I said. The omega swallowed before continuing. “Luna… Head Maid Vanya has made life unbearable for us.” Murmurs rose from the others behind him. “She beats us for small mistakes. Even when we do nothing, she beats us for pleasures.”

Jason snarled, interrupting me. “I am your Luna,” I responded, not backing down. “And a Luna provides heirs, and you can’t even do that. If you can’t provide me with an heir, you’re a Luna in name only. I need more than a worthless barren omega cosplaying as a Luna!” “How dare you speak to me like that!” Jason’s expression was unreadable. It was as if I was looking at a stranger. His voice was firm and cold as he said, “You have two options. You can leave, lose your status as Luna, and go back to being an omega. Or you can stay and support.”

I asked with a shaky voice, blinking rapidly to stop tears from flowing down my cheeks. She laughed a little, and continued. “It’s good you’ve woken up from your too good to be true dreams, Omega. I am the only one befitting to be Alpha Jordan’s Luna. We've been lovers for ages, and you think you can just come out from the gutters and take him away? You will forever remain my slave, you flirtatious omega.” Anger engulfed me, I stared at her with my eyeballs looking so fierce, and my fist clenched tight.