Detective Omega Novels & Stories

If I had to describe my life as an Omega in one word, I'd say it's "hell." Why? Because all of the orders that were given to me by the beta family that I serve must be carried out, all of the sufferings that were inflicted upon my physical body must be tolerated, and all of the sexual and emotional abuse that was inflicted upon me must be disregarded.

Murder the Omega as quickly as possible before she got the chance to mind link Alpha Naldo of Dbitiya Sagrada Pack, his Alpha of the pack he grew up on. The shriek of the helpless servant she-wolf was halted all at once and without more than a weak tap on the torso of her perpetrator. Her once hysterical breathing ceases gradually until the heaving of her chest stopped completely. Maziar looked back at his father’s direction with confusion on his face while still holding the incapacitated neck of the Omega subconsciously. Beta Felix though was surprisingly calm and unbothered by the uncanny situation in front of him. He even has a glorious smile on his face which made Maziar feel assured an

Definitely not how an omega acted, and so, I grew suspicious. "Answer this question and answer it truthfully," I said as I stared at his fangs which were beginning to protrude, "Are you really an omega?" And with that, it was like the powerful aura which I once saw around him completely disappeared. "Do you think I'm faking? Why would I go through all that torture for a pretence.”? He said. I left our conversation at that, however, still keeping my suspicion. From now on I was going to keep an even closer eye on him. Maybe my mate wasn't as innocent as I thought he was. Maybe he was working for the rogues trying to steal the Moon Flower.

I let out a small breath of relief, going back to feeding Jessy that had successfully managed to smear soup on her face. I reached into the bag beside me to pull out some wipes so I could clean her face, unknowingly exposing the burned sign at the side of my neck. All omegas carry a mark like this and it was burned so long ago that I almost forgot it existed. As I lowered my head to clean off Jessy’s face, the man beside me suddenly reached out to grab a handful of my hair, forcing my head up and revealing the sign. I whimpered from the action. “An expelled omega?” He smirked “We are in luck! This one is worth a fortune.”

The Omega smells like a thin mint from God’s personal girl scout cookie stash. Her scent is so alluring that the great Victor Erickson kneels down to get a better taste. He’s not above it. His wolf is screaming at him to get closer. He wants to press his nose all up on that scent gland, on this Omega, who may or may not be alive. A gun clicks at his temple. “Just try it, motherf*cker,” a voice sounds, much deeper than expected of a typical Omega. In her half-dead state, the Omega has managed to disarm Victor and place him at gunpoint.

Upon reaching my office I checked out the spot where the photo could have been taken when I found a small pin sized camera sitting inside a wolf statue that I was given the year I returned from Alpha training. I pulled it out then decided to slide the small button on the side of it to the off position, so whomever set this there will see that I found it so I need to attempt to trace it back to a source. Calling on one of the Omegas that I have found to be on my side with everything, he came to my office and immediately started running a trace on it using my laptop at my desk. I used the mind link to call Sylvia, she is the head Omega that helped me with getting Raven her dinners, I asked her

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."

He didn’t let out even the deepest emotion. “I can’t let a weakling like you be my Luna. To keep it clear to you, the one who is going to be my Luna is none other than my one and only Barbra Baker, the strongest lady in the pack," he let out, shoving my hand once more and moving towards my sworn enemy, Barbra. Barbra and I have never had anything in common since we met, and we were always in a surge of anger upon meeting each other. Her power level was far greater than anything I had ever had. I was just a weak omega that no one wanted. What else? I became a homeroom teacher for the little ones while she became a model and a fierce hunter.

“Where is this coming from? Who told you that? Alpha.” “That doesn’t matter,” the Alpha snapped. “Answer the damn question.” Malcolm hesitated, as his gaze dropped to the table. “She’s… she’s just someone I know.” “Someone you know?” Damian repeated, sounding sarcastic. “That’s the best you can do? Do you think I’m a fool, Malcolm?” “Father…” “Enough!” Damian bellowed, slamming his hand on the table. “Don’t lie to me. I’ve been told everything. The sneaking around, the intimacy. Are you in a relationship with that dumb omega or not?”

"If you are ever so unlucky to be caught anywhere near my woman again, rest assured that your wolf's fur will adorn my mats and coats." His woman? It all clicked when Derek matched the scent coming off the Lycan with the one on Belinda. He couldn't believe it. There were a million and one questions he wanted to ask, but was too afraid to voice. His jaw fell, and his lips moved, but no words came out. How had his omega ex-mate caught the eye of one of the most powerful personalities in the world, werewolf or not? He couldn't understand it, but he doubted he had the time to speculate, because the Lycan was still glaring at him.