Daphne Omori Novels & Stories

Pull the trigger or leave him barely alive to set an example for the people who were still looking for her. "How do you know me? I know you're like me, trained not to speak when held captive or tortured but if you know my name, then you know me, and you know why they called me Adolph's Shadow, don't you?" His Adam's Apple moved up and down as he gulped from the fear she inflicted with that sentence and those dreadful eyes. He could still feel the aftermath of the punch she landed below his chest before sending him sprawling on the floor. "As expected of the Hian Hoshi clan, to be able to produce such a fine gifted weapon as you must have made them proud and esteemed."

Looking over at him, he opened his mouth to speak but the door opened and Raffael entered escorting Daphnée by the hand. He smiled inwardly and stood up. Igor looked over and saw a beautiful big woman wearing a black body suit with a wide v neck opening that displayed her breasts beautifully. Her hair was hanging over her shoulders in defined waves that had touches of highlights. Her lips were blood red and the heels she wore clanked with a heavy sound. Dante stood up and pulled out the chair for her and looked at her when she stopped in front of her. Daphnée briefly looked at Dante then focussed her attention on the couple at the table and smiled, “I hope I’m not too late.”

Then they brought her in. Daphne Reid. Twenty three years old, worked as a baker in a local bread factory, has an aged mother who needs surgery and a toxic marriage she was clearly trying to escape. I had already done my research. My men had gathered all the details they could find. The pieces fell into place too perfectly. She stood there, uncertain and confused, with her eyes darting around my office as if she were still trying to process why she was here. She looked exactly like Daisy. It was eerie.

On reaching the top of the stairs, I came face to face with Daphne, leaving her room, a little distance away from mine, at the end of the hallway. “Alpha.” She bowed in deference. I studied Daphne with a frown. Her petite frame looked skinny and frail in the clothes. Her shiny black hair was in disarray, but her light brown eyes filled with life and spirit. “Are you okay? Are you having trouble handling the pups on your own? I could tell Millie to allocate more hands to the nursery, you know?” “I’m doing just fine, Alpha. I love being around kids.” Although Daphne was an Omega, she was a girl with a courageous spirit and one of the pack’s excellent hands.

Summer says softly. Daphne snorts. “How touching.” Before I can say anything else, a phone rings. Daphne pulls her phone out of her pocket, glances at the screen, and answers it without stepping away. “Yeah,” she says. “She’s right here with me.” She pauses, listening. “She’s good. Awake. Mouth still works.” Another pause. “No, she doesn’t know everything yet.” My chest tightens. She ends the call and slips the phone back into her pocket.

Typical of her to wear a jumpsuit to a party, the moment she sees me, she waves in excitement, coming over to me. “Hello.” She is breathing heavily, “what did I miss?” She stares around the party, mouth agape. “Damn, this is a lot, Devon. And is that Madeline Chan, the influencer with five hundred million on i*******m. Oh my goodness, I have to go say hi!” “Daphne, focus here. Barbara is going to arrive anytime soon.” I tell her, hoping she’s paying attention but she is not, her eyes are staring at the influencer from i*******m.

He used her body to quench his thirst, taking what he needed without a second thought. Gorg, Ragnar wolf, watched as they indulged in their desires. He couldn't help but feel a sense of arousal at the scent of Aloha on Ragnar's skin, a scent that lingered even after he had washed, he just hoped Ragnar would finish quickly with his wolf. As they finished, Daphne took a deep breath and summoned the courage to speak. “My lord,” she said, “I have heard that you brought in a maid. May I have permission to go and see her?”

When it was my turn, I stepped forward, fishing a note from my pocket to hand it to the person there. “That would be five ninety-nine,” she said, absent mindedly. I froze for a moment as the voice washed over me. It was her – Daphne Curtis. She sat behind a glass, those curly brown hair tucked behind her ears and a red scarf around her neck. It made her eyes look larger and prettier than it usually was. I shook my head. What the hell? Did I just think the plus size omega was pretty? I quickly gave her the note and as she handed me the change, she looked up. “Thank you. Enjoy—”

“She’s not just Isla’s mother, Damon. She’s…” “An Omega,” I cut in, my tone colder than I intended. “An Omega who should never have been in my bed. An Omega who should have never carried my child. She carried her, and by some miracle, managed to give birth to her. If I am choosing to be merciful for that, for her game, it is because I know that it shouldn’t have happened the way that it did in the first place.”

Theodore explained. With my brows furrowed, I stared at the papers in front of me for a few minutes before my lips curved into a smile. “Daphne is not just an ordinary omega she-wolf. The only way to prove that is by capturing a vampire life. There has to be an explanation for this.” “Consider it done, my Alpha.” Beta Theodore smiled back at me before leaving the office. “Who are you, Daphne? Why are you so special despite being an omega?” I thought within myself.