Claiming Slave Omega As My Luna Novels & Stories

When she stopped, it was close enough that Dorian could see the silver in her eyes, could feel the weight of her presence pressing against his wolf. "The omega," she repeated calmly, "died five years ago in the Bleak Crags. You're speaking to someone else." Dorian laughed, but it was nervous, uncertain. "You think a title changes what you are? You're still—" "I think," Luna interrupted, her voice cutting through his words like a blade, "that you should be very careful about what you say next. Because I've been patient. I've been merciful. I've given Kael chances he didn't deserve and offered redemption to wolves who never earned it." She stepped closer, close enough that he could see the sil

Rhys was waiting in my study, already sipping coffee, looking unnervingly alert. "The Pack is humming," Rhys observed, not bothering with a greeting. "Lyra has sequestered the Emerald girl, who is demanding reparations for her wounded pride. And the whispers about the 'dust-wolf' Omega are louder than the wind. You’ve successfully engineered a civil war, Alpha." "I engineered obedience," I corrected, grabbing my own coffee. "They need a reminder of who rules this territory. The Omega is a tool." Rhys raised a skeptical brow. "A tool you almost snapped Gamma Torvin's neck over. Torvin's wife, Healer Lyra, not your mother, thankfully, though equally vicious, filed a formal complaint. She wants

Another said, I lower my eyes and look at the wears, although they are fancy they are torn from those whips from Kira "Strip her off it, she is now an omega, a slave like us." In less than a minute, the remains of those wears were off me, I was almost in my birthday suit. "You should wear this, your life of being a Luna is gone, and those days of luxury should be wiped off your memory." She said accompanied by throwing a rag, she called for Omegas, I looked at her, then the other omegas, I wanted to protest but she pulled those shackles of mine, making me fall to the floor.

Lucian "She will never be my Luna." I told myself this often, but the bond lingered in the back of my mind like an itch I couldn't scratch. I refused to admit it. I'd made my choice. Selena was a substitute—given to me instead of another. I promised to correct my errors. Helena was my true match. Strong. Respected. A woman fit to be by my side. Unlike Selena, who was merely a weak omega from a disgraced pack. A cursed girl, abandoned even by her own blood.

"It is all thanks to your Luna." "Akim, I will appreciate it if you stop addressing her as my Luna. Omegas are slaves, are they not?" Everyone turned to look at the Omega woman seated by the side. I looked at her, too, and noticed her eyes were glassy, but it was none of my business. The joke is on them because I will not accept an Omega as my mate.

"To any body who thinks I am not right to be the Luna, remember this day to anyone who wants to challenge me, I am the Luna." I stepped on Emmaline's throat. "Surrender," I growled "I surrender Luna," she said through clenched teeth. It was not like she had any other choice. I kicked her away. "I, Cara, Luna of the Shadow Pack, strip you of all your titles; today, although you were not born an Omega, in this pack and you would be seen as one- you would work as one also, no special benefits would be given to you" I say to her.

"You all are worried about Vance laying claim to you or the other Alphas demanding some form of restitution from you. All that worry will Vanish if you both consume your bond. You will be Luna. Damon's equal. And not just that, once the bond is complete, your powers and his will grow exponentially and will continue to do so." "Is sex all you ever think about?" I ask in a deadpan tone. "Yes. I want cubs," she replies in a similar tone. "You are impossible." "You can't deny it though, my way has merit." It hurts to say it but it does. It will give me an extra layer of protection and the right to influence any decisions taken. But I don't want my first time to happen because of a political move

None of the slaves or omegas ever crossed the borders. I heard footsteps and from the taps of the walk, I knew it was Zoe, my only friend in the Starweaver pack. We were both born in the pack and our mothers were betrayals. Luna Cara just hated me more than anyone else. I am the omega that's treated as a slave. "Nyx." Zoe called, breathing shakily. The hounds turned to her and were biting at the cell doors. "Zoe." I called. The tears that stayed in me so well, decided to burst out. I cried as carefully as I could. "How are you here?"

His threat was all too clear, his eyes darkening with menace. Reluctantly, I whispered, "I, Flora Evers, future Luna of the Whitewood pack, reject Bryan Knight, the future Alpha, as my mate." My voice was a shaky whisper, and my knees buckled from the weight of my decision. I struggled back to my apartment, my tear-filled eyes raised to the night sky, the moon and stars silently bearing witness to my sorrow.

They both kept fighting while the pack and other members were panicking. “I am the Luna of this pack!” Leah growled and gave Anaya an uppercut. She couldn't believe that Anaya had tried to harm her. Anaya fell to the ground, and she was moaning in pain. “Did you kill Damon?” Leah asked. Anaya laughed so loudly and spat on the floor. “He didn't know that I killed him because, after all, he was in a deep sleep when I did that. He's mine, and no one can snatch him away from me. How dare he try to reject me because of someone like you? You are still an Omega in my eyes.” Leah gritted her teeth when she heard the word Omega.