Desired By Four: The Omega’s Choice Mga Nobela at Kwento

This will all be broadcast, so people will see their answers. The omega nods and I look at the others in the room. The low murmur begins and they discuss it. After a short while a lot of them nod. I'm not sure which trial I will let her skip, maybe one where they are all together and they would likely kill her together even if it's against the rules? "Good, any other rules?" I look between them. The Omega nods slowly. "If I win, I want to be claimed by all four of you."

the head warrior signaled, noticing that even one of his companions hesitated to attack me. Who would bother attacking a mere omega? Another warrior sighed and shook his head. "Omega..." He chuckled, looking me up and down. "What do you want to receive, Omega? A punch? Or a kick?" I didn't answer, I simply bowed. My action made it difficult for the warriors to harm me. To them, I was like a flimsy piece of paper that would fly away with a single blow. Nala remained hidden within the depths of my mind, unwilling to assist me.

I go by the name Iris, but no one remembers that because I'm an omega without a wolf, and very unattractive as well. Maybe if I'd obliged my boss's wishes and had a good night with him as he demanded, I wouldn't be in the middle of the market, surrounded by little children and other jobless omegas like me, who turned me into a dumpsite of rotten eggs, tomatoes and every perishable item they could lay their filthy hands on. "Stupid people!" I cursed under my breath. They couldn't even afford good food, yet they were wasting the ones they could find on me.

And the goddess had chosen an omega who could not even look people in the eye. Her phone buzzed in her hand. She looked down at the screen. An unknown number. A message that was only four words long. "I can help you." Selene stared at it for a long moment. Around her the ceremony grounds were emptying, pack members drifting back toward their homes carrying their joy and their shock and their gossip about the omega who had been chosen. Nobody was watching her. Nobody ever watched the person who did not get what they wanted. She typed back one word.

"Please. I need to talk to you." I nod. I follow him outside. The sun is bright. It hurts my eyes. I hate the sun. He turns to me. "I don't want you to go," he says. "I know. Neither do I." "But you have to," he says. I take a step back. "What are you saying?" "We only have one choice." "What choice?" I ask. "You need to return to your pack. And I need to stay here. We can't be together." I gasp.

For the life of me, I would have never seen myself get to this level, never understand why the moon goddess decides to make me this vulnerable and at the whim of an omega Lycan. “I understand that you might feel like it’s your job to look out for me since I’m your personal slave,” she started when I finally sat, “but the last thing I want is for you to meddle too much in my business.” She went on while I silently listened to her talk.

"My...my help?" "To figure out a way to get through to people," he claims. "If you want a part of this, that is. The choice is yours. I don't want to involve you in something you'd hate to be a part of." I nod. I'm Omega-born, perhaps the only one he'll be able to communicate with. "Of course." Things get tense. The flow of conversation was interrupted back there, and now, I don't know how to get it back. I'm still shocked about what he said—that I'm the only one he thinks would win.

His beautiful eyes seemed to hypnotize me so that I could not take my eyes off of him. I never thought I would be a Luna. All I want is treatment. All I need is to find that plant. Alpha Giovanni pretended to cough, then looked away from me because I could see the reddening of his face and ears. "Let's let Leah choose who she really wants," All I want is an Amoux. I love him. I love him so much. And while I thought that they didn't care even if I was just an omega, it was a big slap that Amoux couldn't do that to me.

“Ask her if she wants to go with you? Don’t force her, but she is welcome if she decides to join our pack.” With her still in my arms crying, I softly ask, “Fiona, would you like to join another pack? There is one that cherishes omegas.” Her cries slowly stop as she lifts her head to look at me. With red swollen eyes, she replies, “They won’t throw me away.” I shake my head as my heart aches. How can anyone abandon such a cute and adorable girl for simply being an omega? Those packs should be ashamed of themselves.

The word landed like a lighting on soft grass Eyes shifted to me Silence, pure silence - Like they wanted me to crack and confess for a crime I didn't commit I Stood my ground and stared back Then a whisper drifted from somewhere behind. The place was so silent it was audible “Some Omegas bring ruin wherever they go.” My fingers tightened around Mira’s. I kept my head high. I would not crumble here. Darius stood at the front, expression carved like hard stone. Untouchable and mostly, unreadable