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

Five years of it, burning beneath carefully maintained control. My wolf whimpers. He wants to submit, to apologize, to grovel if that's what it takes. But I know it won't help. "What do you want?" I ask. Her smile is cold and beautiful and terrible. "Choice. The thing you took from me." "I can't undo…" "I don't want you to undo it." She's close enough now that I can see the silver marks pulse with her heartbeat. "I want you to live with it. I want every alpha in this room to see exactly what happens when they treat omegas as disposable."

“Then, what are you uneasy about like this? We love each other, isn't that more than enough. Do you believe me if I am happy if I live with you? If you don't believe me, then I will promise to always accept you, accompanying you in difficult or happy circumstances. Whatever our circumstances will be, I still love you because you are my Alpha.” The beautiful Omega smiled heartily with her hands stretched out, stroking tan-skinned cheeks under her body.

She shoved at his chest, desperate to escape. He caught her waist easily, holding her still. “I will let you go,” he said quietly, “once you agree to what I am about to say.” Her brows knit. “What?” “Be my omega.” She stared at him. “Your… omega?” “I would be the only one with a right to you,” he continued calmly. “I decide when you are touched. When you are free.” Shock flooded her. “No. I don’t want that.” Her refusal came instantly. There was no world where she would entangle herself further with her sister’s man.

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

Andrew leans in even further, kisses my chest and coming up to my lips, stealing a kiss, I stroke his back, quickly biting my lip. — Make me yours, will you? Please! He smiles, as if he really got what he wanted. His hand tightens on my thigh, I feel his hard member as a rock, pressing against my entrance, but he doesn't put it on, and it's driving me crazy. — Andrew, please! — What you want? — You know what I want! — Tell me! — I want to be yours, I can't take it anymore! — Is my Omega begging?

Her omega status wasn't helping either. Alphas will scramble for a piece of her, especially Raphael—that power-hungry bastard. And the crazy part is that she's so naive and unaware. I looked at her from the front-view mirror; she was relaxed on the car seat, eyes fixed on the car window with desire and longing in them. "Tell me the truth, little Omega. Who are you? Why does your blood hold so much power?" I asked with one hand on the wheel and eyes on the front mirror, directly at her.

He did not expect that Alpha Ryan would leave the four lines to go to the omegas to select a breeder. Alpha Ryan moved until he got to the back of the line, he found a beautiful girl no more in the line but hiding beside another omega, it was quite hard to see her though. “Come” he stretched his hand towards her. Voilet was so shocked that he would pick her so she stood in a daze without moving or blinking her eyes. She couldn’t even stretch her hand to him. “Come” Alpha Ryan said again to her. “The Alpha is speaking to you” the man from earlier snapped her out of the shock with his loud voice.

“If you can think about her, you can damn well talk about her.” “I said no.” “You chose me, Nox.” She slides off my lap, standing tall. “You made a choice. So stop looking at me like I’m second best.” I exhale through my nose, trying to steady the storm building behind my ribs. “I made my choice,” I say quietly. “I chose you.” “And yet here we are,” she hisses, stepping closer. “You chose me over some little Omega you barely knew—and you still can’t let her go?”

“You cannot be serious.” “I am very serious.” He chuckled, slow and amused. “You think bodies work that way.” “You think people do,” I shot back. “You want me to tear open Selene’s body,” he replied, still amused. “Because you changed your mind.” “I want what is mine.” He leaned down, his face close to mine. “You were an omega with nothing. I gave you a name. I gave you a ring. I gave you relevance.” “You gave me scars,” I said.