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

She chuckled, licking her lips as she lowered her head. “Because I know… none of you will choose me…” she faced Ezra again. “Tell me, Alpha Ezra… would you choose me over your luna candidates? Would Alpha Asher and Alpha Raven choose me over their women?” Her words seized the winds as her smile held behind it a storm of emotions. She glanced at us before continuing. “Honestly... if I were you, I wouldn’t choose myself either. I’m not worth choosing. I’m not worth fighting for. I’m just... just an omega. I can’t resist you. I can’t deny you. So, I can’t choose you either.”

Alexander’s POV A Day Before The Ceremony I looked into the mirror, admiring my handsome self. “I hope that delusional goddess gives me a strong mate—a mate not as strong as me, though.” “From the rumors, you should be feeling the bond between the two of you a day before the ceremony." My beta Jasper, who was also my right hand, replied to me while standing by the entrance of my door. He was always beside me, ever since I became the Alpha.

Selene spat, the compulsion snapping, and I gasped for breath, collapsing back into the chair and shivering. That had been a lot different from Valerian’s compulsion, stronger, more unrelenting, and demanding. “No matter, things are still going according to my plans, even if you aren’t on the pills anymore that’s actually all the better for what I want.” “And what do you want? How did you even know that I—”

He yanked my hair, dragging my head back as he whispered, voice dripping with venom, “You’re a worthless wolf that I use whenever I like. You are lower than a slave. You have no right to fight back. You have no right to speak. You are a wolfless, barren omega.” His words sliced deeper than his hands ever could. My chest tightened. Rage simmered beneath my skin, burning me alive. He finally released my hair, shoving me backward. I lifted my head, my teeth clenched. My fists trembled at my sides as I whispered, “Reject me then.”

The symbols moved, rearranging into words,a prophecy written in fire: *When the moon is dark and fear is sown The scentless one will crack the stone No wolf, no pack, no home, no kin The lone omega walks alone within* *Power sleeps in fragile bones Waiting for the sacred tones When old mark meets living breath The spell will break, the bond will death* *Beware the one who should not be The key, the lock, the omega free When he wakes, all wolves will fall Mortality will claim them all* The words burned deep in Aeris’s mind.

This is too vast to comprehend, too much for me to bear. She made another attempt, focusing on a single thread of darkness. She nudged it, pulling it closer. It fought back, like a wild, untamed animal, but then slowly, reluctantly, it obeyed. It wrapped around her arm like a living, cold serpent. The broken crescent mark on her skin burned intensely, a flash of silver light in the deepening gloom. The whispers grew clearer, making more sense, demanding her attention. “The true omega doesn't run from the dark. The true omega leads. The true omega has a purpose."

I loved everything, but I had to pick the best one. "Which do you think is the loveliest?" No omega answered. I didn't like how they all became mute after my inquiry. I came to one of the omegas and asked again. "You… Which do you think would be best suited for me?" The omega began to panic, shaking in fear and looking at the different dresses. She couldn't speak her mind due to my intimidating presence. I asked her again. "What? You can't decide which one is the best?" She bowed her head, no longer saying anything. I scoffed and raised my right hand, slapping the poor omega.

I know I’m just a random omega. The useless kind. The one nobody loves or wants. The one everyone looks down on like I’m dirt on their shoes. But even with all that crap, it doesn’t mean I should just hand over my dignity on a silver platter. Not even to an Alpha. I’ve always dreamed of the day it would happen… you know, that first time. In my silly little fantasies, it was gentle. Beautiful. With someone who looked at me like I mattered, touched me like I was something precious, not some toy to toss around.

“The Choice of the Circle. The four claimed males will be unbound from both females. They will stand in the center. The mantle will flow to whichever sister whose soul they choose. The chosen Omega keeps her bonds and her power. The other loses everything. Power, bonds, and life.” My knees almost gave out but Ethan caught me before I fell. Selene’s face went pale for a second. Then the smirk came back, colder now. “Perfect,” she said. “Let the boys pick. We will see who they really want.” I looked at my guys. Their faces were strong as stone. Ethan stepped forward first. “We already chose,” he said loud and clear. “We chose Raven the day we met her. Nothing changes that.” Dante cracked his n

It was annoying the way the men in my life all tied their favours to my body. “Speak plainly, Damon. What do you want?” “You know what I want. A favor for a favor. You want my omega? Satisfy me first.”