Harry Potter Omega Level Mutant Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

She immediately kept silent and Draco looked at me with hate in his eyes. “What have you done with her?! She was your mate Ragnar! You are supposed to love her! What did you do to her!” I chuckled. “Did you really expect me to fall in love with a weak Omega? Never! I am the most powerful wolf, even more powerful than you. I will never take such a weakling as my mate She has served me better in death than she ever would when she was alive. And now she has going against my orders. I saved her soul and she promised to serve me for eternity. Going against my orders has automatically broken that promise and now, she will pay!”

He's sitting on the shallow end again, leaning back holding himself with one hand, drinking his beer with the other and laughing at something Harry is yelling from the deep end. I really hate him. I hate his tan skin and his black hair that I used to pull when he was between my legs. I seriously hate his mouth. I hate how good he was at using it. I hate his eyes. I hate his hands. I hate his... ➿ Four Years Ago ➿ { Olivia } Last night I felt the change in my body. My wolf finally came of age and presented, but it wasn't the result we all expected... turns out I'm an omega after all.

He looked like he was still trying to fight Nolan for something that he hadn’t even lost in the first place. I hadn’t slept either. I’d stayed where I’d sat, my back against the wall beside his bed, knees pulled up, trying to figure out how either of us could pull through this. The whispers were already circulating before dawn, and they didn’t bother hiding them. The King lost control, did you see? He almost killed his Gamma! Only the omega could calm him. She’s dangerous. She’s cursed. She’s stronger than he is.

Unpredictable was dangerous. He leaned closer—not touching, but enough that I caught his scent again. Smoke. Ice. Command. “Unpredictable wolves get tested,” he said quietly. His gaze dropped briefly to my throat. Then he stepped back. “Fall in line.” Ronan reached out. Two fingers closed around my wrist. Not rough. Not gentle. Just enough to stop me. Heat flared instantly where he touched me—sharp and invasive—my suppressants screaming as his thumb pressed once against the inside of my pulse.

The day was supposed to be the happiest day of her life turned into a worst one for her when she shifted into a beautiful wolf yet the power radiating from it screamed one thing. Omega. She was an omega, a weak wolf. Her whole family turned against her the very day, they all were of higher ranks, her father was an alpha while her mother a beta and it was expected from both siblings to turn into either an alpha or beta but after she shifted as an omega, all the love and attention from her parents turned void.

If Mate had been a wolf, she would have been an Alpha female," Till barked happily. A shiver ran down Harry's spine as he felt his soul mate's canines pierce his lower lip again. "Mate, I think you've had enough for now," Harry tried to articulate. Emmanuelle froze, then slowly raised her eyes to meet his gaze. She had to stand on her tiptoes to come and speak against his lips: "So tasty," she said seductively, running her tongue over his lips. Harry's skin regenerated again, and he couldn't take his eyes off his soul mate. Till trembled in one of the recesses of Harry's mind: _ Harry... I really don't know how to take this. Usually, I wouldn't mind our Mate talking about us as a snack. But

Harold's professor announced then stopped with a subdued tone. “Why? What is all this about? Is this some sorta game that I'm not aware of?” Harold replied, not wanting to become a wolf for the second time in one day. Besides, he was an omega—the omega, and he barely stood a chance against the well experienced wolf that was before him as an opponent. “You will find out soon enough, my dear boy. Goodluck.” The white wolf growled, revealing its sharp canines that could dig into Harold's skin without much stress. It wasn't a game. Definitely.

I lay there staring at the ceiling, exhausted and empty. Still exhausted, I knew I couldn't afford to stay here, especially as an omega. Omega weren't always treated right and even if you were sick. Omega's death wasn't so important. That was when I spotted Harry. Not coming toward me. Sitting across the room. Harry was beside another bed, his body angled protectively, his hand wrapped around Brianna’s like she was something fragile. She was talking, her voice soft and annoyed, gesturing at a small cut on her arm.

"Your promises don't matter. You are a liar and I know your type-this won't be the last lie you tell. Just go back to your pack and your pregnant mate." Dorian growled angrily. "Just shut the fuck up, Damien. You don't know anything." Damien's hazel eyes turned black and I knew it was his wolf taking control. I stepped away from both of them and watched Damien land a punch square on Dorian's jaw. Dorian looked even angrier and went at him. I closed my eyes to their violence, tears dripping down my cheek like there was a waterfall trapped within me. I was going to die in less than a year.

I replied, avoiding eye contact with him. “Why didn’t you just shif—oh, I see. You’re an omega,” he guessed. “I guess you’ve figured me out. Are you going to start beating me too? Are you abusing me like the rest of the people in my life, calling me worthless?” I said it silently, but the expression on his face confirmed that he heard everything I said. “You’re going to die if we don’t do something about your injuries,” he said, standing up and pacing around the room.