Ena Ena Om Novels & Stories

She clears her throat, "Nova, you're not an omega." I halted, confusion etched on my face. "What do you mean? I'm not an omega?" Does she even know what she’s saying? I don’t know if she’s trying to make me feel better or make me feel welcome here, I can’t say but she is losing it. “Then what am I?” Jessica smiled. "You're an Enigma." "An Enigma?" I repeated, lost. I am not sure what an enigma is but I have heard stories about them, being one of the most powerful supernaturals.

I said. Enna’s eyes lit up. Clearly, she is excited to learn, and I love that for her. “Yes, Luna!” She said and her eyes glazed over. When she adjusts, “Why don’t we head up now? The tea is ordered and on its way.” She said, with efficiency. “Great, let’s head up.” I grabbed Jaxon’s hand and Enna grabbed Matt’s. Jaxon says under his breath, “Are we losing our man card slowly, or is it just me?”

Iyong saglit ay pupurihin ko siya sa mga nakikita ko at nalalaman ngunit mamaya ay maiirita na naman ako sa ekspresyon ng pagmumukha niya! His whole existence smells so vain! "Sa labas tayo, streetfoods!" "Kumalma ka na. Wala na ang kaaway mo." Tumawa si Ena nang marahan pagkatapos. Napailing ako at napatawa na rin nang mahina. But his existence... his brooding confidence and aura, appeased me. Just like the smell of the country air in the morning, it feels familiar.

*Maerilee* The moment we set out for Oceana, there’s a palpable tension in the air. I can feel it coiling around us like a tight, invisible thread, threatening to choke me. I wonder if the others can feel it as well. Surely, they don’t all have the weight of grief so heavy on their chests, threatening to crush them.

someone called out in agreement and more voices joined. “Divorce your omega wife and you can marry your fated mate. The moon goddess has blessed you with a beta born as your mate! With her by your side, you will finally be stronger and we can win the war. The future of the pack is going to be safe!” Elder Zachary cheered.

She looks at her beta again and he shrugs. "Why do you think you're scum because you're an omega? We wouldn't be anywhere without our omegas. They make sure we have clean clothes, equipment, fresh food. They are not our slaves. They are pack members who contribute just like everyone else." I just stare at her confused. "No? Omega's are slaves. We aren't part of the pack. We're underneath everyone else." "Who told you this? I think I'd like to meet this person who thinks every pack member isn't equal."

I asked quietly. Kenji gasped. "You know?" I nodded quietly. "Yes. I am an Omega. A rare Omega." "Ah!"

the fairly old man smiled and stood very close to Angela. Angela had been bound to a chair with shackles. It was very tight that she couldn't move a limb. "Hello, the Omega" the fairly old man greeted her and laughed. "My name is Malcolm. I'm very sure you know that before lurking around my house" he shook his head. "There is a misunderstanding. You are making a mistake. I am not lurking around your house" Angela pleaded. "Is it also a mistake that you are an Omega?" Malcolm asked quickly.

I chuckled, gesturing vaguely toward the sprawling estate that stretched before us. Elena let out a hearty laugh, breaking the reflective mood that had settled upon us. "Oh, darling, you don't need to worry about that. You can have as many Omegas as you want to help you out, you know." I looked at her, my eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "Omegas?" Elena shook her head, her eyes twinkling with amusement and disbelief. "Oh, heavens, don't leave today without getting my number. These boys, I swear, they leave so much unsaid. You really need to know how things work around here."

𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆? Enola smiled as she read her husband's message. She didn't expect to be able to change Damian Cassel this much—into a caring man with a bit of warmth. 𝗘𝗻𝗼𝗹𝗮: 𝗜'𝗺 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲, 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆. 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗺 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗦𝗽𝗮𝗿 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝗲� ��𝘆.