Novel & Cerita Desired By Four: The Omega’s Choice

“Because that kiss…” He leaned in. Slowly. Giving me time. A chance to pull away, to scream, to stop this madness. But I was frozen. Trapped by the wall, by his proximity, by the overwhelming tide of longing that his nearness, his touch, his unexpected tenderness unleashed. My omega instincts were a chaotic whirlwind – fear, submission, and a desperate, aching *want*.

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.

, he smiled at me and I felt my knees go weak. "Then why waste time talking?" I whispered, wanting, needing what I could not really understand. All I knew was that I wanted it. I had heard whispers in the Omega quarters. The older Omega could never keep their mouths shut as they chatted excitedly amongst themselves about their exploits. They didn't like us, the younger Omega's overhearing them but we could not help but overhear them sometimes. Right now, though, I was experiencing an ache that was increasingly becoming unbearable as the Alpha took me into his arms again, and make me want what I could not exactly understand.

He sighed, trying to placate me with the same tired excuse. “We have a whole lifetime together. What’s the rush?” His words were a knife, twisting slowly in my gut. My wolf whimpered in pain. A sharp, tight pain bloomed in my chest, making it hard to breathe. But what I couldn’t stand, what truly broke me, was the scent on Kael’s neck. Beneath his familiar cedarwood was the cloyingly sweet scent of another she-wolf. An Omega. It wasn’t my scent. It was hers. It belonged to the low-born Omega—Dahlia.

“Don’t show the others that you have favorites. You should have waited and spoken to me about it, love. There is a way around that.” “Yeah?” I tilted my head to look at him. I really didn’t want to lose my friends. “I didn’t even know they were omegas.” “If you’re not born as a ranked wolf, you must earn it. You still need a beta.” He placed a kiss on my shoulder, and I snuggled into him, needing him close. “Really? Can I choose Henna?” If I could, she would be my first choice. “What do I have to do?”

Didn't she know she was safe with me, that I would protect her with my life? But we came here to talk, not...this,' April said, her voice laced with confusion and embarrassment. 'Now you're just going to label me a cheap omega?' I scowled, my brow furrowed in frustration. 'Stop saying that. No one would dare call my mate an omega, let alone a cheap one. I'd defend you with my life.' April looked at me skeptically, but I continued, my voice filled with conviction. 'My wolf chose you, baby. I trust Onyx with my life. If he says you're the one, then there's something special about you. And I'm willing to find out what that is.'

I pinched my eyes short, scared that looking at him might only infuriate him. “Look at me,” he growled. I shook my head. “Look at me!!” His growl shook the forest and I shot my eyes open, shaken. His eyes were pale golden and he had three scars right across his face. He grinned, “Good girl.” I gulped. “Please, let me go.” He shook his head and pulled me down with my hair, making me kneel. “An omega? I guess you’ll not survive that long.” he scrutinized me like a commodity.

Almost impressed. “The thing is,” he continued, “I know Alpha Morven. Or rather, I know what kind of man he is.” I tensed. “And I know,” he added slowly, “that he wouldn’t throw away an Omega unless he thought she was either useless... or dangerous.” My hands clenched in my lap. “What are you trying to say?” “I’m trying to say... I don’t think you’re useless.” He stood then, pushing back his chair with a scrape of wood.

I felt like an imposter draped in borrowed skin. Eyes followed me wherever I moved. Whispers crawled across the hall like snakes. “An omega?” “Why her?” “She’ll never last.” Their judgment pressed heavy, but I refused to bow beneath it. I lifted my chin, ignoring the burn of the cuff, ignoring the ache in my chest. Damien raised his goblet, his voice carrying across the hall. “Tonight, we feast not only for victory—but for my choice.” His hand clamped down on my shoulder, firm, possessive. “This omega is mine.”

"I want to know your real goal for choosing me and saving me. Because I don't want to assume anything by myself, Alpha Atlas. Especially after you said you wanted me. I mean, I don't know why you want an omega like me who can't even recognize your face. So what do you really want from me, Alpha Atlas?" He walked to the sofa and sat there, crossing his legs while facing Iris. "It's not time for you to know yet." "Then when is the right time? When you no longer want me and when you will dump me? Or wait for when there is another selection and after you get a new omega?" "Watch your language!" he snapped. Iris held back her laughter. "You should be grateful that I'm the one you got because I ca