Romans & histoires Dark Omegaverse

I asked, making sure to sound uninterested because I didn't really care about what he wanted, I just needed him out of my way so I can find Daisuke before something bad happens to him. "We need to talk... about Daisuke," he said. "You have your own omega, leave me with mine," I said and began to close the door but he stopped it with his hand. "He's not yours." He stated, his pheromones began leaking out and by the smell of it, I could tell he was angry but there was also something mixed in with his rage... anxiety, maybe I could use that. "Why are you so scared? Does your little omega not satisfy you?" I taunted.

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.

“He came from your own flesh and blood. Would it hurt you to give him the life he deserves?” Alpha Xenon stood with his back to her, his broad shoulders tense. He turned slowly, his eyes glowing faintly with suppressed fury. “I do not have a child that is a monster!” he spat, his voice reverberating through the room. “I already told you, you are an omega, and I am an alpha. Do you understand the disgrace you’ve brought upon me? Do you know what kind of mistake we are living?” My breath caught in my throat. Monster? Disgrace? His words were like daggers, each one piercing deeper than the last.

With my mind focused solely on trying to not only save this girl, but to heal her as fast as possible, Wyatt softly chimes, “Tammy. The girl’s name is Tammy.” *** Alpha Marcus POV What is all the commotion earlier? So, what if an omega is injured. That is just one less useless werewolf in the world. Omegas aren’t good for anything. They are the most useless being the Moon Goddess has ever created. I still can’t believe she would create should a being. I’m sure she wasn’t feeling well the day she created the first omega. Why else would she have created such a bad mistake? There is no reason to have omegas.

I will be a warrior until the very end. "You will not give her the satisfaction," I mutter to myself as pain joins the fire within my legs. This is it. The moment I have been excited about my whole life. I don't need to think about the pain or the possibility of being too weak. I don't need to think about Logan or Luna Kandace. This is my time. I need to focus on my wolf and what I am going to say to her. I need to make her proud that she has received me even though we were already rejected. I need to make her see that they were wrong. I am Hannah Patterson's daughter. I am Chloe Patterson, the Omega.

To them I was just a pawn and since I was diagnosed as an omega, all of my future plans would have 'being sold' in common. That was pretty much the fate of omega borns like me. When you are born an omega, you have only two choices. Omegas could give birth to dominant alphas, be it Male or female. That's why we're wanted by the elites to carry out their legacy of alphas from their clan.

It was still the very early hours of the morning, everywhere seemed so dark, not the right time for a normal werewolf to rise up from sleep. Bella was an omega. She knew she had no right to voice out her thoughts, unless she wanted to be thrown to the city's mine, which might happen soon enough, because no one would accept an omega of the pack as a mate. So soon enough she would be thrown to the pack mine. But sometimes she wished, and hoped, not to be mated to a vicious mate, who would be vicious and good for nothing. As she strode towards the kitchen, the lights were switched off, giving it a dark view, making her quite scared of walking further into the dark. The lamp stand was still quit

But very few had ever seen him. In the entire planet, only five had been born into the Lycan rank; the Lycan who controlled the European region, the Lycan of the Oceania islands, the African Lycan, the Asian Lycan, and finally, the Lycan that ruled the American continents. The wolves of both continents were terrified of their Lycan, mostly because he was known to be ruthless and dangerous. Legend had it that he had been around for over a millennium, as he was blessed with immortality. The rumor was that several decades ago, he had created a mafia made up of wolves as strong as betas and alphas to do his bidding. That made his persona all the more frightening, that and the fact he never socia

“Please choose from this small assortment of our best toys and make your no-fur heel." Hades caught on quickly. There were Persian houses that were little more than orgies with so-so food. Because Doll was an omega obviously in his breeding cycle - as anyone could see from his glowing pink eyes - he could go into a crazy heat at any moment and start looking for something to fuck. And the first thing most no-fur omegas were drawn to were other omegas because they couldn't procreate with each other, allowing for maximum sexual interactions.

I growled, my claws scraping against the smooth stone table. Tavon adjusted his heavy leather shoulder guards, his amber eyes looking sharp under the dim torchlight. He was older, his dark brown fur mixed with white, but his frame was still massive. He had been looking into the borders of the Western Alpha Syndicate, but he had nothing good to tell me. "I only tracked two male omegas who fit your description in this territory," Tavon muttered, setting his cup down hard. "One was ripped apart by rogues last moon, and the other is still rotting in the isolation pens."