Deku Omega Suit Novels & Stories

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—”

Derek could do nothing but bow his head in shame. Paul sighed, the sound bearing the annoyance he felt. He was now fully dressed in a polished navy blue Armani suit, looking handsome and every bit the powerful man he was. "I suppose that's what you get when rely on a mere beta to run a pack. " He grumbled as he adjusted his spotted red necktie. "Let's go."

If he was assured that I wouldn’t hurt him, he had another thing coming. I hurried in his direction and went for a punch that I wasn’t sure would hurt him. It hurt, alright. The punch sent Deimos going from where I stood to a wall behind him. I froze in place as people rushed towards him, asking if he was okay. I looked down at my wet, shaking hands. What did they do to me? Where did that strength come from? Something was different, something was just wrong. I was an Omega. Strength like that was reserved for Alphas, and not just any Alpha. It was meant for Alphas who spent most of their lives depriving themselves of sunlight and punching, kicking, training themselves with silver and wolfsba

The true nexus of their fate now rested on a single point in time and space: the rooftop, under the moon. That night, an hour before he was due to leave, Jack stood in his room, dressed in simple black pants and a dark t-shirt. He was stretching, his muscles coiling and uncoiling like powerful snakes. He was centering himself, preparing for a battle that would be decided by instinct and ferocity. The door opened. It was Catherine. She held a long, flat case in her hands. She said nothing, simply opened it on the bed. Inside, nestled in black foam, was a combat suit. It was a dark grey, almost black, woven from a material he had never seen before. It looked like a high-tech polymer, flexible

The rich aroma of fresh croissants and dark espresso was overpowered by the commanding scent of cedarwood and storm-rain that seemed to cling to Kael; the aura alone coming from him was commanding. He stood in the doorway, looking every inch the Alpha in his tailored charcoal three-piece suit. The kind of cloth that screamed power and wealth, the crisp black silk shirt beneath was open at the collar, revealing the strong, tanned line of his throat. The cufflinks glinted at his wrists, and his dark hair was styled backward and gave him that dangerous Alpha vibe. A sleek silver rate edition watch laid on his wrist, completing the picture of refined power.

I was more like a charity case they kept around for good karma. "Time to get ready." Cook handed me a simple white dress—the traditional garment for shift ceremonies. It was plain cotton, nothing like the elaborate gowns the pack daughters wore, but it was clean and it fit. I changed in my tiny room, then stared at my reflection. The white dress made my skin look paler, my eyes more pronounced. For just a moment, I let myself imagine I was beautiful enough to catch an alpha's attention. The clearing filled with bright moonlight as I made my way outside. Pack members formed a circle around the sacred space where I would transform. Alpha Riven stood at the head with his Luna, their son Eamon b

••• The maid takes me to the clinic and the doctor checks me and she even commends on my wolves fast healing. “Wow Miss Kayla, your wolf is very strong. normally it would take other omega’s a day to heal, do you take supplements ?” the doctor asks. “No madam, I just exercise regularly,” I say the first thing that comes to my mind and she lets me go. The guards waiting outside the clinic direct me to the living room where Alpha Sebastian waits for me. “Welcome Miss…” Sebastian says unsure of my name. “It’s Miss Kayla Gates Alpha,” I bow.

Regardless of how he has intended for it to be, I’m going to be happy and believe that he is confident in what I can do. The Supreme Elder, once again, scans the room. “We have found another omega. I should say Alpha Wyatt and Luna Katelyn have been informed of the girl. They have gone to see her the other evening, and High Elder Rose has gone to retrieve the child. The pack that saved her from a beating, which nearly killed the omega, has been trying to heal her. However, they have had little success.” She pauses for a moment. However, I’m still lost on the omega part.

I swallow hard and look at his lips. "I get it now," I whisper. "Get what?" he asks. "What do you think about an Omega Courier who carries runic herbs for a living?" I ask him fast. "It is just normal pack work," Magnus says, his brow pulling together. "A wolf has to feed themselves. There is nothing wrong with it." I let out a big, happy laugh. My head is spinning from the drinks, but his words make me feel super warm inside. "I think so too!" I say, my voice getting soft.

“I…I guess there are other mean people out there, too.” I’m not surprised. My mate is an Omega, and they aren’t treated very kindly. I head over to my car and open the passenger door, setting her gently onto the seat. She is still shivering, so I lean back to take off my suit. I notice her eyes on my biceps and can’t help but smirk. Her gaze is curious, and I can tell that despite her fear, she is intrigued by me. I shrug off my suit and drape it over her small form, hoping the thick material will bring her some comfort.