Gay Om Om Novels & Stories

*i won't eat her food* i said. "Hey, Damien, i asked one of the omegas to prepare some food for you." She said. *i knew she could not* cayden said. He hates her despite marking her. "Not hungry." I said. Carrying my already packed luggage, i darted out of the house. ~•~•~•~ "Hey, man." Hudson called out as soon as he saw me. "You look good." He said. "Thanks." I said as i dropped my luggage in the booth and we zoomed off.

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.

She turned her head toward him and thought of something to tease him. "You know omegas always look for love, so if you change someday, I will look for someone else, you know." She joked and chuckled. She felt him turn her body around to face him. She looked into his eyes. He leaned into her face. "I will never change, and I know you will never leave me. Because..." He paused and smiled at her. He kissed her forehead and said, "You Are Mine, Omega."

I wanted to protest, but he added, "Just act as my Luna." Although it was difficult to comply with his sudden request, as I was not yet ready to be Luna, I had no choice but to follow his order. As we walked down the hallway, the omegas looked at me with curiosity. They saw me as one of them, but something felt different this time. Being by the Alpha's side, acting as Luna, gave me a sense of importance. I stood out from the other omegas, exuding a certain aura that distinguished me from them.

It took a lot for me not to scoop her up and bring her with us, but the thought of bringing her back to the pack house where we already had an Omega, actually frightened me. Omegas are naturally territorial and possessive of their mates. Even though Stacey wasn’t of age and wasn’t marked by my mates and I, she would still feel betrayed if I went home smelling of another Omega. This is why once the young omega girl left the room I removed my gloves and disposed of them and made sure to wash my hands.

Just Irene, sitting in the dirt, coaxing flowers to bloom. One of the omegas laughs softly. “The roses like you, Luna. Look — they’re opening.” I blink in surprise. The buds that were closed moments ago now show faint streaks of pink, trembling as if shy. My heart swells. “Maybe they can feel happiness.” “Or maybe,” the omega says, his tone almost reverent, “they know the Goddess’s touch when it returns to the world.”

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

As if he finds the act as soothing as I do. “Like how to make someone laugh. Like how to break through to someone who uses their pain to keep everyone else at arm’s length. Like how to love.” “I don’t know what you mean,” I whisper. “I mean that you’re magic, darlin’.” I shake my head. “No. I’m not. Omegas are magic. They are heart-healers and pack-healers. I’m just a girl who talks too much, doesn’t look where she’s going, and spends more time thinking about cheese than any normal person should.”

You wouldn’t believe what happened next! Alpha Genesis’ POV: “You’re going right?” My beta asked me, staring. “I’m not sure it’s appropriate, Dickson.” I said. About 2 weeks ago I had gotten an email saying I was invited to an omegas birthday party. I didn’t think it was appropriate to go to someone’s birthday party that was in my pack unless I actually knew them. I definitely did not know this one. Also, everyone would expect me to go to their birthday parties if I show up to hers. Wouldn’t they?…

_*]:min-w-0"> Omegas weren't supposed to be aggressive. We were supposed to be gentle, understanding, peaceful. _*]:min-w-0"> But right now, I wanted to tear something apart.