Romans & histoires Gay Om Om

"I don't want you to immobilize yourself and complain that you can't work..." Grumbling to myself. I decided to go down to the kitchen where a few other Omegas are cooking as well. One of the perks of being an Omega: You must learn how to cook— fast. Which is what I hate the most. I'm toasted. Crash! "Another?" A male Omega, probably someone's mate, glares at me, his Italian accent flaring. "You broke another plate?!" "Sorry!" I said, hurriedly picking up the pieces. "It just happens!"

I could not help myself. “Why would I reject you? We are mates. Tell me why.” He demanded to know. “I am an omega. They say my mother was banished. I have been an omega for as long as I can remember.” I told him and felt shame wash over me as I twiddled with my fingers. He let out a low growl and caused me to recoil into the corner of the bed. “Victoria, I assure you that I will do nothing. Those who have harmed you in any way will be dealt with accordingly. Mark my words.” He said, leaning over to kiss my forehead.

I would always hear whispers from the pack members of how cursed I was by causing my mother's death and denying my father the chance to have his mate and a real heir a man of his status deserves. The Moon Goddess had marked me as defective from the start. I couldn’t shift. In the world of shifters where strength is determined with war, claws, teeth and bones, I am seen as an anomaly. A weak spineless Omega who has one of the strongest alphas for a father. And to worsen it all, a latent. Tonight, preparations are in full swing for the Moon Goddess’s ball. Silver lights are being hung and all the tables are decorated in flowers and velvet satin tablecloths. I take note of how beautiful the gra

Everything still felt like a dream - I was in this moment with Gamma Liam. “Come,” with his hand still holding mine, he led me in the direction of his huge bed. Our feet stopped closer to the bed and with his hands on my shoulders, he adjusted my body a bit, making me face the huge long mirror. Gamma Liam stood behind me. “What do you see?” He whispered. “Us.” “What are we?” “An Omega and a Gamma.” “Look again, what do you see?” His fingers adjusted my hair to my back. “Daisy and Liam.”

She glares at me, hurling a pan that strikes my chest and makes me stoop. "Really, who do you think you are speaking to? I am your future Luna, so stop talking, you omega!" Her voice was heard clearly. As the weakest members of the pack, omegas are more prone to injury, fatigue, and weakened immune systems than warriors, deltas, gamma, or betas. Being called omega should not feel insulting because of what she is referring to, but because of what she is referring to, it hurt me. The pain in my chest felt like something had broken in that frying pan.

he replied hesitantly, his voice tinged with uncertainty. Curiosity sparked within Luciana as she sensed Omar's desire to share something important. Wanting to provide him with a safe space to express himself, she gently probed further. "Can you tell me what it is?" she inquired, her tone filled with genuine interest. Omar shrugged slightly, his confidence showing through his words. "I want to get something for Keita's birthday... I have money," he revealed, his certainty shining through his voice. Luciana's heart swelled with warmth as she realized the significance of Omar's request. He wanted to do something special for Keita's birthday. Appreciating Omar's thoughtfulness, Luciana couldn't

Before Carla could continue, John interrupted with a puzzled expression, "Omega?" "Ah yes, the pillar of the packs! Omegas are essential; they're not warriors, but they are the lifeblood of the pack. Both male and female Omegas can bear offspring," Carla stated. John burst into laughter, a hearty sound filling the car. "Hahaha, good one, Carla," he said, his gaze fixed on her, only to realize she wasn't joking. His laughter trailed off into a perplexed expression. "Wait, how?" he stammered.

She turned the chair around to face me and sat down. "My name is Sasha Copperman." "Copperman?" I murmured bluntly while nodding. I don't know why. "Yes, Copperman, my family was part of one of the most blessed packs in the whole of Oceania." "I am really sorry to abrupt you during this whole copper thing, but that's not what I asked you. What am I doing here? Am I dead? Is this the afterlife?. "

I said because true dawn had arrived. "Sheep, tell me what an omega is," I commanded sternly, standing tall with my arms crossed against my chest. "Omegas are domestics…"

"That's not possible. I'm a man. Men don't..." "Omegas do. Male omegas produce slick when they're aroused. When they're near their Alpha. When their body wants to be claimed." Daemon's fingers circled his entrance through the fabric, and Kai whimpered. "And you're producing so much. Your body is desperate for me." "Please..."