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Still, they slid through. “Katie…” I staggered toward a glimmer in the trees—a pond, frozen clear. I fell to my knees at its edge. But the reflection wasn’t mine. Eyes burning crimson. A smile—cruel and tender all at once. His voice trembled through the ice: “You are enough, my little omega. More than enough. Always and forever.” My breath hitched. I pressed my hand against the surface. “Please—don’t leave me again, please! Vl—”

It was filled with pictures of different wolves and some writing. Odessa felt a strange sensation wash over her as she read the words of the book. It was as if the words were speaking directly to her soul. Simeon watched her, a curious expression on his face. My Luna. Is everything all right? Odessa nodded, not bothering to face him. Her eyes still stuck on scanning the pages. She searched but couldn't find what she was looking for. Maybe it's the only time she shouldn't hold her secret. Simeon, she called, making him look at her. Can I trust you?

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.

Orion’s muscles clenched underneath his shirt. He arched both his brows, silently asking me to keep talking. “I am not Raya. My name is Sameen, and I was killed by a child and a jealous beta,” I revealed. “And I somehow miraculously woke up in this body. I’m glad to be away from them, but one thing still lingers in my heart, wanting me to return to their pack.” His brows knitted into a deep frown of confusion as he eyed me from over his thick and long lashes.

He half heartedly apologized as his laugh came to an end. “So, you’re apparently going through the same thing I’m going through. Heat”. Dario said, looking into her eyes to gauge her reaction. “But I’m not a wolf”. She says, looking like a confused puppy. All Dario thought in this moment was how adorable she was. “Yes, but you’re not a creature we even know anything about. Trent and James had read it in this book. He said as he handed over a dark green, hard cover book to her. This left her wondering why all the books, and information they found on Oscuras, were always either in black on dark green, but she swallowed her question.

I may be his Luna, but he's still bigger than me, and even a Delta 3 is a step up from an Omega. He slowly lifts his head and his eyes finally look at me and I smile at him. "See, I'm not one of those big strong muscular men. I'm just an omega . I may be your Luna, but you're still a step up from me. So tell me, what has you so down?"

He started with Alpha and gave a vivid description of how they are, oblivious that Harold's father was one and all things being normal, he was meant to be ascend the position next. When he was done talking on Alphas, he talked a little on the characteristics an Alpha's wife, a Luna, was meant to possess. When he was done, he spoke on the Betas and spent another fifteen minutes talking on Deltas. By the time he reached subtopic ‘Omega’, the class was almost entirely over. He then went on to talk on a wolf which they all possessed before the class came to an end. “What is it like being the pup of an Alpha?” Chloe asked as she and Harold walked out of the classroom.

I shook my head. Valentina still stood, her shoulders still up high, her spine still straight. “This is O,” she said, “the version of your omega drug sold on the black market.” My body tightened. “A son from a high Russian family took it,” he said, “not only is he showing symptoms of drug syndrome, but the father wants him back as an Alpha.” Valentina hissed. “Aren’t you the one who’s creating the drug?” Kalae’s expression twitched—genuine surprise.

I closed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing. “How is my wolfless omega doing?” “What do you want, Anita?” Roxanne asked quietly. The news I had just dropped, made her weak as it made me. “I wasn't speaking to you. The wolfless omega has a mouth to respond. Or has she lost her speaking ability? Ah, you are really unfortunate” “I can speak and I am not wolfless” I replied. I had a lot I need to do and speaking to Anita and her minors isn't one of them.

I hope this decision by me makes things easier for you all. If you have any questions, suggestions or anything at all, you can mail me. My email address is salayo389@gmail.com. I remain Stephen Alayo, the writer of Omega. I wish you a happy reading experience. Stay hydrated, stay safe. ❤️