Detective Omega Novels & Stories

If this Omega is close enough for village gossip, he’s close enough to notice inconsistencies, small moments when the man he knows behaves like someone much larger than the role he’s pretending to play. “Watch the Omega,” I say. “I want everything: name, background, connections, finances. Any outside contacts. Anyone who might encourage him to dig. Full profile by morning.” I hang up and sit in the dark, not turning on the lamp.

Alpha Kael looked at him. “This situation has unusual elements that are difficult to explain through standard forensic reasoning. I want to be transparent. We cannot guarantee we will identify the culprit through conventional means.” “Do what you can.” Alpha Soren said. They filed out of the office and into the car waiting outside. The doors closed and the vehicle pulled away. Alpha Kael looked straight ahead. “It’s confirmed.” He said. “The Omega is hunting us. Now, is it male or female? Now is it from afar or… near us?”

I growl loudly and morph my fists. Am definitely killing them regardless reduction in our defence. Why demand my presence over mere trespassing. Am acting alpha for crying out loud. Require my presence amidst important situations, not over bullshits!. I pause. I sniff deeply. My nostrils capture a stinch. One amongst the most despised stinch within every pack. Omega!. "Omega!" I growl lowly. She's an omega. A rouge omega!. She's a spie. A spy ordered to gather information from us.

Jake looked at me with an understanding nod, while Vincent just rolled his eyes but he didn't reply me with his usual sarcastic answer. "I was just explaining about Edward Adler's daughter. Today we asked for a reinformation from her because a few days ago Balthazar told me about the unique characteristics of Omega," Vincent said as he folded his arms across his chest. "Unique characteristics?" I repeated, frowning. "Yes. Apparently we can tell if Omega is telling the truth by the scent they give off."

At that damned Omega and Jordy, for being so incredibly dense sometimes. "What's going on?" She sounded panicky. The best thing would be to reassure her that nothing was going on. But then, she had to know. She had to face it. No more being too soft on her. "That Omega is a spy. She eavesdropped on us making love, so there are chances that she now knows that you're a girl." Blood drained from her face. I was cautiously watching her to be sure she wouldn't collapse on me. I didn't touch her though. I was just alert. Watching.

He’s a gamma wolf, so there shouldn’t be that much difference in our capabilities of catching slight smells. “What does it smell like?” “It smells like…Omega.” I freeze like a corpse, instantly turning to him again with urgency. “W-What?” “Yep, I can’t mistake this smell. It’s definitely Omega. Somewhere in this room is an omega.”

I sighed and mind-linked my pack's head omega to meet me in the pack house. Before I relax, I sensed my Beta coming out of his office. I licked my lips and set my mind to answering his crazy questions. Once he walked into the living room, he gasped at the new omegas and asked, "What are these lovely ladies doing here?" I know he is asking me even though his gaze is on omegas. I cleared my throat and replied, "We were taking in them".

The realization came down crashing on him just like the rain that hammered on the hard steel and stone outside. He had been trying to ignore it, the impossibly faint yet unmistakable scent of the Omega, the only wolf in the world who was capable of ripping his heart and soul. This felt unreal, it couldn’t be happening, it has to be a dream. “Mmh,” the Omega let out a wince, that caught everybody’s attention except one. “He’s waking up!” The Alpha beside Adrian perked up. The Omega on the bed indeed opened his eyes fully, his sculpted features scrunching in slight pain of moving his battered body and he blinked several times to adjust.

The scent told me this was the real deal and not just a model. I prodded the skull again, doing my best to suppress my panic when a piece of paper slipped out. Written out crudely on it was: ‘You whore! You ruined everything! Meet me at the pack's east border before midnight. Don’t test my patience, Omega.’ My throat dried at the last sentence. The word ‘omega’ stared maliciously back at me, a title that I could never escape. How did whoever this is was know my identity? I threw on a hoodie, pants and my hiking boots on autopilot. Could they just be speculating?

The fresh scent of the flowers in the vase resting on the windowsill behind him is blending with the crisp smell of ink the Omega is using to pen a missive that has his complete attention. Alex simply leans against the door frame and takes the opportunity to observe Win. The Omega is so engrossed in his writing, that he doesn't even seem to notice he is being watched. He has a layer of makeup on despite the early hour; a touch of sparkling glitter in his rather unruly hair, smokey shadows artfully applied on his eyelids and finished off with a prominent line of kohl around his eyes.