Gwen Tennyson Omniverse Novels & Stories

The walk back to omega housing felt longer than usual. The morning had turned into afternoon, and the streets were busier now. Pack members moved through the territory with purpose. People going places. People with destinations and plans and futures that made sense. Gwen moved through them like a ghost. By the time she reached her apartment, the sun was starting to set. She’d been awake for over twenty-four hours. Her body was moving on fumes. Her mind was scattered. Every muscle ached with exhaustion.

"Damaged?" "No, we're not damaged. We're just different. Our alpha never subjugated us. He was fair and caring. Arthur is calulating. He gives everything a place and they're not allowed to step out of the box he creates for his pack members. Gwen came after you because she was given an order and she fulfilled it just as you did when you killed Danica," "But Gwen wasn't a warhead," "No, but she was his beta. One of the many. The alpha's orders are followed whether want to follow them or not,"

I grabbed my bag and stood up. But just as I was about to leave, Jenny's phone dinged again. She read the message and her eyes widened. "Wait, there's... another opportunity, Miss." I arched a brow. "What is it?" Jenny looked up. "Grayford Creations just reached out. They want a collaboration with Jim Summerbell, Miss Gwen." I blinked, then turned fully to her. "The Grayford Creations fashion house?" She nodded. "Yes. And here's the catch, it was Mr. Lucas Grayford who reached out and emailed our company."

“Give it to one of the maids in the name of Alpha Gladys. He wouldn’t reject a drink from the sister, would he? It’s her wedding day of course.” "I understand, Alpha." "Now go.” I applaud myself for making the best decision for my heart. I never knew the People's Pack would hold such a treasure. I’m more than grateful that I came here today. The spirit has favoured me and the goddess is greatly on my side. Poison of the Enticing Flames. That is the liquid that is going into his drink, it is one of its kind. Now I have to see if what that old man said to me many years ago about this rare poison which works only on Omegas is true.

Selene's POV Riven came to the morning study at seven. I was at the desk. I had been there since six. I had the three letters from the three new mentees in front of me — two from packs in the western continent, one from the northern islands, all girls between fourteen and seventeen who had been omega-ranked and had heard about Iri Brennan and had written. Riven came in. He did not stand at the door. He came in and he closed the door behind him and he crossed to the chair across from my desk, and he sat down.

The entire way home, I had thought of her, and this scene right now, told me that she had not only taken on my challenge, she had pushed it even further. I closed the door slowly, then leaned against it, soaking in the view before me. “You’re late.” It came from the shadows, filled with partial chiding. She came out of the shadows, and my breath hitched in my throat. Gwen was the most gorgeous woman I had ever set my eyes on. She looked so soft, like a blooming rose that was spreading out its petals. Her hair was loose, and flowed down her back in tresses. Her lips looked even redder than I recalled but the color wasn’t too sharp. It complemented her rosy cheek and she presented a look of a

I soon heard their car leave, I heaved out a sigh. Did Gwen say anything to them? Or alert anybody or tell her friends, no she wouldn't. I will just wait for her to come back and question her then find a way to contact Tomas, My second hand man. I need to get over this sh*t as soon as possible, The children of ruins are getting comfortable. And I swear, I will make sure to fuck them up once I return. I fisted my hands. † † † I waited patiently for Gwen to come through the door after she closed up the bakery. She had changed her clothes from earlier, “Hey” she said as she entered.

In here there was only the sound of him breathing and the warmth of his skin and the folder sitting on the desk with its government stamp and my name, clean and unattached and finally, finally only mine. I walked into this office today as Gwen Rivers. I was leaving as something else. Something I had been before Cole, before the forced vows, before five years of being a wound aimed at another man. Xavier's thumb traced my temple once, gentle. I let it.

“Gwen Voss, at your service. No titles, no formalities. We’ll be working closely, so best to keep it simple.” Voss. The same surname I had used when I first arrived here. A coincidence, probably. Or maybe the Goddess was laughing at me again. Before I could overthink it, Gwen stepped back and flicked his wrist. A small orb of pale blue flame appeared above his palm, spinning lazily. He tossed it lightly into the air, where it burst into a shower of harmless sparks that rained down around us like tiny stars before vanishing. The trick was simple, elegant, and the air smelled faintly of ozone afterward.

Gwen excused herself and got out of the car to pick up the call. “Yes? May I know who this is?,” she asked the other line. (Zolyn! I’m back! I wanna see you. Where are you right now? I’ll come and fetch you,) the person from the other line said with delight. Gwen’s forehead wrinkled and only thought of one person who calls her Zolyn. When she remembered, her eyes widened in bliss. “Prince Genus Kendrick Cager Quillen! You’re back?,” she shouted in excitement. She heard a groan from the other line which made her chuckle. ‘He still hates it when I say his full name,” she laughed behind her head.