Deku Omega Suit Novels & Stories

I look around as Gunner slowly gets off of me, Dean and Issac getting dressed in battle gear I didn’t even know they had. Gunner starts getting dressed as well and Dean comes over and hands me some clothes. I look down at the leather jumpsuit like it’s harmed me, then up at Dean. “Why do I need to wear that?” I ask him and he glances at the window… The broken window. “It has armor built into it. It’ll help keep you protected. They’re here. Clearly, whatever plans they had, have failed. We need to get ready.” He tells me, and I glance back to Dean with a nod, grabbing the suit and starting to take off my clothes to change.

Behind him, ten warriors stand like statues, their uniforms neat, their expressions unreadable. Beside him, Alpha Dorian Vex emerges, adjusting the cuffs of his black leather coat. Unlike Elias, Dorian carries an aura of cool confidence rather than brute force. His high cheekbones and sharp, calculating eyes make him appear almost regal. His jet black hair is slicked back, a single silver streak cutting through one side. He wears a fitted black combat suit with a silver wolf emblem stitched over his heart. His ten warriors follow him closely, their matching dark attire giving them a ghostly presence.

It wasn’t a formal herald interview; it was a jagged, grainy live stream captured from a voyeuristic angle. Someone had hidden a recording crystal near the heavy oak frame of Hudson’s private study, covertly capturing the Alpha at his desk. Ferocious comments from sub-packs across the territory were clawing at the screen. “By the Mother Moon! Look at those shoulders... he smells of pure dominance even through a crystal. Such a shame he keeps his face behind that silver mask.” “I’d recognize those furs anywhere. Winter-wolf pelts, cured in the Northern wastes. A single button on that tunic is worth more than a year’s meat-share for an Omega.”

Dustin is already there, his long silver stands in a slicked-back ponytail. Instead of his everyday three-piece attire, he’s wearing a hoodie, skinny, ripped-up jeans, and thick-soled combat boots. Long gone are the days of million-dollar Rolexes. He looks nothing like a Pack Alpha should, and perhaps it’s because he’s shed those expectations. “Hey, guys. I- Ariadne, what are you doing here?” “I’m part of the mission,” the Omega replies calmly. “But you’re pregnant,” Dustin says bluntly, index finger aimed at her belly.

Jason pov Standing before the mirror, I take in the sight of my reflection. The deep navy of the finely tailored suit enveloped my form, the woolen fabric soft to the touch. Intricate stitching traced along the lapels, catching the light in subtle glimmers of silver. Each seam was a testament to the craftsmanship that went into its creation, a symbol of the care and attention to detail that defined my outward appearance. The crisp white shirt beneath adds a touch of elegance, and the dark tie is the final flourish to this polished ensemble. Despite the nerves that gnaw at my insides, I can't deny it—I look every inch the alpha king I'm meant to be. But beneath the surface, turmoil churns.

It took a lot to make him relax and understand we just had to wait. Zev and Kodan had been pestering me to get an Omega for the pack, so we would feel complete. I had always wanted an Omega of my own, however watching Alpha Raoul’s Omega, Jasmine, fall to pieces and slowly loose herself after his death was more than I could bare at the time.

I read the note under the suit and almost felt like crying. “Astra, I hope you enjoyed your party. You deserve al good things. I’m sure Ezra already told you why I was not present. I hope you are very happy in life. I had this suit specially made for you and your amazing power. It will stretch to fit your male form while still look elegant when you are your true form. It is reinforced with a special polymer to act as an elastic bullet proof suit. It will be perfect for your missions. I hand made it with Gamma Taylor’s help for sizing. Yours truly, Isaac”

I'm an Omega. "But I'm an Omega"

" You're joking right, we have been together for three years. We were— " Ethan cut me off with a wave of his hands his eyes darting over me with an like I was trash " Aurora. I'm sorry. But I made up my mind a long time ago. You were a total waste of time. Come to think.of it. I'm the Alpha, having a pitiful omega beside me would be a shame." It struck me like a blast of cold air. Me? Pitiful? Waste of time? I couldn't understand what was going on. My eyes darted over to Alicia who still hadn't wore her clothes properly, her breasts half exposed and she was grinning. Enjoying my pain.

My heart is a flame behind my ribs, a furious inferno, and there is no wind in the world that can put it out. The two guards stationed at the dungeon door don’t dare speak. They move aside wordlessly, sensing the storm that is me. Their faces are pale, their eyes wide with apprehension. They know better than to question me right now. Inside, the chamber is dim. Cold. The air smells of damp stone and a metallic tang that’s just beginning to mix with fear. Iron bars, iron shackles. The Omega, the one who called herself Emma, sits on the floor, chained at the wrists, her lip bloodied, her cheek already swollen. She doesn’t raise her head when I enter.