Claiming Slave Omega As My Luna Novels & Stories

He could feel the hot sticky liquid seeping out of his hole. Zen was able to get word out of his mouth. "S-Sir, please pull out.." Sevastian didn't listen as continues to fuck him. Oh God, when will this alpha in rut end? He thought that one round was enough to subside his rut. But it turns out he underestimated the lust of a supreme level alpha. "Zen... even though you're merely an alpha, inside definitely feels like of an omega's." "Don't worry, I'll turn you into one soon." Zen closes his eyes as Mr. Claude trusts faster. What is with alphas and their obsession with mating with omegas.

I would not be the Omega they once dismissed. When we reached the center of the gathering, bathed in the glow of the porch lights and the faint shimmer of the moon, Jaxon turned slowly toward the others, his powerful presence dominating the space. His voice, when he spoke, was cold, hard, and utterly devoid of mercy. “For anyone who still doesn’t get it—for anyone who harbors doubts, or worse, ill intentions—she is ours. Our Luna. Our mate. And she is under our absolute protection.” His dark eyes, burning with fierce territoriality, swept over every face in the crowd, lingering on some, sending shivers through the onlookers. “Anyone who so much as looks at her wrong from now on, anyone who s

Before my big announcement, my heartbeat accelerates as I think about it. I dust off any speck of dust from my clothes as I near the Arena, I wonder how the pack is going to take the news. It's unheard of for a slave to become the Luna of the pack, but they surely will not reject my Luna, just because she was a slave, she is my mate, and they better accept that.

He said, leaving no space for argument. “What? I’m not anyone’s pr—“ I wanted to protest that. I hated being called a thing. “You’re MY property, and that’s that. Your title as Luna is just for the sake of it. To me you’re still an omega, something that I’m inclined to use and dispose of the way I like, do you understand that?”

But I know all too well that they would sooner kill us than let Remus get his hands on us. “It’s been a long time, sister. I’m sure they have forgiven you by now,” Melanie tried to persuade me once again. “Don Mariano isn’t exactly known for his forgiveness, you know that,” I emphasised. Don Mariano was our alpha, a dangerous and rigid figure. “No, but he loves his people,” she countered. “I am no longer one of his people,” I laughed bitterly. “Regardless of how far we’ve come, Emilia, we will always remain a Luna,” Melanie recalled enthusiastically. The status of being a Luna held significant weight and influence.

I cried out to him, breaking away from his hands. “We can’t be together now because I’m a slave and an omega and a full blood and I can’t be your Luna. What’s the point of waiting if nothing’s going to change?” There was a crack in my voice and I broke away from his hands. The shock that filled his eyes showed he wasn’t expecting this. Neither was I.

"She's a wolf with no pack, no known bloodline. And you're asking the whole territory to bow to her." "I am." "They won't." "They will." I kept my voice level. "I don't care what you think and I've never asked you to change. But once she's my Luna, every wolf in Nightfall Sanctuary will treat her with respect. And that includes you Soren, anyone who can't manage it will explain themselves directly to me." He stared at me for a long moment. Then he turned on his heel and walked off toward the armory without a word, keeping his shoulders stiff, I didn't bother to call him back. He'd cool off by evening. He always did.

everything we had died with my grandmother. I was pulled out of my thoughts when a hot slap landed on my face. My cheek burned. "No matter how much the Luna shields you, you'll never escape me," Vanessa sneered, her smile twisted and cruel. "I'm going to be the future Luna, because Damian's has promised me. And when that happens, I will make your life a living hell in this pack. She slapped me hard again, her rings cutting into my skin. Her friends held me down as she hit me again and again. The world around me blurred, and I felt like I was going to faint.

“You mean I would have to bite him? Mark him as mine?” Dad nods. “Equal partners. Equal claim. That’s what the legends say brings the full blessing of Luna.” I stare at him, trying to process this information. In all my life, I’ve never heard of an omega marking an alpha. It goes against everything I know about pack hierarchy, about the social order that’s been drilled into me since birth. “But I’m an omega,” I say weakly. “You’re moon-blessed,” Dad corrects gently. “If the legends are true, you’re more than just an omega. You’re Luna’s chosen, meant to balance your alpha, not submit to him.”

The day before our mating ceremony, my Alpha mate Damon told me that as an Omega, I wasn't qualified to be Luna unless I gave him $500,000 to buy weapons and healing herbs for the pack to fight rogue wolves. My father used his entire life savings to give Damon the money, only to be sent by Damon to the battlefield to fight those same rogue wolves. When my father was critically injured and dying, I begged Damon to return the money so I could buy healing herbs to save him.