Desired By Four: The Omega’s Choice Novels & Stories

He rolled his hips forward, just enough to let me feel how hard he was, thick and insistent against my stomach. “You need more than nice, little omega,” he whispered, voice rough with something dangerous. “You need someone who’ll pin you down, spread those pretty thighs, and fuck you until you’re crying, begging for my knot, dripping with my cum. Someone who’ll make you feel owned. Safe. *Wanted*.” My breath hitched. Slick flooded again, soaking through my pants, making the fabric cling obscenely to my ass. My omega cock throbbed against his thigh, trapped and aching.

Intimidating. I enter alone. He's standing by the window, looking out over the territory. "Close the door," he says without turning. I do. Then I wait. He turns to face me. In the confined space, his presence is even more overwhelming. "Tell me about the omega." Not "Tell me about Jason." Not "Tell me about your mate." Just "the omega." I force myself to stay calm. "His name is Jason. He's—" "I know his name. I want to know why you chose him. Why you're risking your leadership credibility for a male omega with a complicated past."

A few looked ready to pounce. ‎ ‎Her hand trembled slightly beside mine. ‎Without saying a word, I reached for it and held it firmly, pulling her closer to my side. My grip was gentle but deliberate, a silent signal to the others that She’s with me. ‎The growls softened slightly, but the tension remained. ‎ ‎Seraphina leaned closer to me and whispered, her voice barely audible. ‎ ‎“Why are they all staring at me?” ‎ ‎“You’re an Omega,” I replied quietly.

"Maybe we can use her as leverage. Maddox could use a delta wolf." Roberto snorted and shook his head. "You're dreaming, Olga. He doesn't want trash. He only care about the omegas. And we have four of them right here." He pointed at Rita and Sam with his thumb, then the two kids besides them. "They're enough to get the drugs." Olga smiled and shook her head. "No they're not, he demanded five not four, Roberto. W still need one more to complete the set." Roberto cursed but kept quiet. Apart from Olga, there wasn't any omega left for exchange. He stepped on the gas pedal, speeding up the car.

After walking around for a while, I decided to try the omega to see if anyone had any useful information for me or maybe one of them would have a change of heart and decide to speak up for her. But the omega in the pack house are even worse than her schoolmates because they wouldn’t even give me a chance to speak with them, They don’t want to hear anything about Heather, and they made up pretty clear that they are not interested in whatever I have to offer. The only omega that agreed to talk claims she is not interested in my money or job. She wants to be my mistress and it’s either that or she won’t talk to me.

Guard 12, also known as Felix, was about to be drawn back into the web of desire and intrigue that surrounded me. Omega's eyes met mine briefly, and in that exchange, I saw a flicker of understanding. The practiced obedience she exhibited was more than just a display—it was a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken rules that governed our world. She knew better than to pry into the intricacies of my motives, and her compliance was both a shield and a weapon in this game.

The omega was flustering in between angry and desperate, ‘For the Goddess's sake, Amy, stop kidding me, I need your help, now! ‘Well… if you need my help, then you need to ask it PROPERLY!’ Jeremiah denied himself to say the words, but it is better than to spend his entire life with his mates. “Fine!” he gave up, “O- the mighty and powerful Armadale, please help me!” The book then showed up, hovering around Jeremiah while the omega, who was still currently running, “Finally, after all this time, it wasn’t so hard, was it?” The book laughed in satisfaction, “So what is my master’s desire?”

“Let. Me. Go,” “No. I won’t,” “I will fight you, Lex,” “I’m not trying to fight. I’m trying to explain,” “Then start explaining. Quickly,” Shit- I- Damn it- I do- don’t deserve that piece of you, that’s what I meant. You should save that for someone special,” He flushed brightly as he spoke. “Oh? Someone special huh?” The omega caulked his head almost mockingly. “Yes, someone you love, or an alpha who selects you. I’d want to be my chosen’s first time,”

And she would never let herself be found. So you’re an omega who was delusional about loving your alpha but now you want Nothing to do with. Place a capital N in that nothing, bold it, underline it, cannot make that no any more emphatic. Since your pesky little society doesn’t really care about ideas such as omega choice or to be honest offer any rights or protections for omegas sticking around to see where the romance may take you is not, well, not really an option. So like any normal person, you run.

“But in the best way. Now, rest. Tomorrow, the semester continues. But for tonight… let yourself just be Zorya. No past, no fear, no chains. Just you.” I lay back on the couch, letting the laughter and warmth from the evening wash over me. My heart beat faster at the thought of all four Alphas and their personalities, their pull, their intensity. My wolf stirred in excitement, nudging me to embrace the chaos, the thrill, and yes… the desire. For the first time, I realized that I didn’t have to pick just one. I could want all four. I could desire them all, in different ways, and explore the connection that fate had thrown into my lap. The thought both terrified and exhilarated me.