Hunter And Omega Novels & Stories

The Omega smells like a thin mint from God’s personal girl scout cookie stash. Her scent is so alluring that the great Victor Erickson kneels down to get a better taste. He’s not above it. His wolf is screaming at him to get closer. He wants to press his nose all up on that scent gland, on this Omega, who may or may not be alive. A gun clicks at his temple. “Just try it, motherf*cker,” a voice sounds, much deeper than expected of a typical Omega. In her half-dead state, the Omega has managed to disarm Victor and place him at gunpoint.

I took a deep breath, letting the golden light in my hand glow faintly beneath my cloak. "You want to take me, right?" I said in a calm voice, stepping past the wall of the triplets' bodies. The Zunter operative holding the gun sneered. "Miranda's orders are clear, Omega. Come with us, or..." BAM! Before the operative could even finish his sentence, Zane released a blinding wave of golden static that whited out the entire room. In the exact same millisecond, Hunter launched like a bullet, his Alpha claws ripping straight through the throat of the operative holding the gun to Marcus before the man could pull the trigger.

The wolf in the next cage paced, eyes never leaving me, lips curled from ivory teeth as if tasting my fear. With every stroke, with every breath, I remembered Taehyung’s words: *If you falter, you feed my wolves. If you cry, you feed me.* So I did not cry. Time crawled. Sweat tracked salt along my hairline. My hands began to shake. I kept cleaning. The omega watched me from the shadow of the door, arms folded across her chest. Sometimes she muttered, sometimes she kicked a bucket aside, always ready to report if I slackened, if I wept.

I yelled out while donning a pair of pants. As he entered the room, he responded with "Yes, Alpha." "What exactly is taking place here?" I inquired, but my motivation was merely to satisfy my own curiosity. "An omega is rumored to have stolen a ring belonging to a Luna," according to the rumor. It was his statement. Have you taken it? Oh, now, come on.

She licked her lips as if remembering the taste of it. Then, she resumed in her monologue, “There’s this funny and ridiculous rumor plaguing the whole South at the very same time Myrri got so nosy. It was said that one unwanted omega wolf would come and bring peace. Halting and stopping everyone from doing the very thing vampires love to do—chaos. And the only thing to know and differentiate her from the others is that she ain’t a future Luna. A onee-ofa kind banished omega.” She clasped her hand and chimed, “And you obviously aren’t a future Luna! Your mate is my handsome and annoying nephew!”

Author After divorcing his Luna, Hunter looked very happy since he discovered his Omega, Emily, was pregnant with his baby. Happiness was visible on Hunter's face every time he was with Emily. Maybe the Omega he was with was not the mate fated by the Goddess to accompany him until death did his part, but Hunter felt that Emily was more reliable because she could give Hunter what he wanted quickly. The pack already knew about the divorce and quite a few of the Alphas felt that Hunter had worsened their image by just throwing Luna out, but quite a few also supported Hunter with his decision to divorce Olivia.

But it wasn’t that. It was when he opened his eyes. Big. Green. Wide. And they locked onto mine. Everything stopped. Time. Breath. Movement. My heart stuttered in my chest, but it wasn’t from fear. No, it was that scent, the one that hit me like a hammer, splitting through my ribs, sinking into my bones. Omega. He wasn’t just any wolf. He was an omega. Same as me. He knew it too. I saw it in the way his mouth fell open, the way his pupils blew wide, like the shock was mutual. Like he felt it under his skin.

He stood up and walked to a metal table covered in tools and old books. He picked up a knife and turned it in the light. “I have been busy while you were playing house with the Ice Fangs.” I swallowed. “What do you want?” He set the knife down and picked up a thick black book instead. “Do you know what a real omega can do when she is fully awakened and controlled?” His eyes lit up. “Not just calm a pack, or make alphas stronger. A weapon, Raven. One omega bound to the right alpha can force an entire pack to kneel. Can break minds, start wars or end them. The rogue factions have been hunting for a true omega for years. And I found you first.”

said the Alpha of the Red Moon Pack. “N-No! Kill me first before you get Leah from me!” Amoux shouted then tried to stand up but he just fell down. My heart is pounding because of what is happening now. Are these really Alphas? Why do they want me to be Luna? I'm just an omega so why are they competing with me? And Amoux, I have to heal him no matter what. "Let's take them to where we should hide them, leaving no trace because I know that Lycan Hector will find his heir," Rozen punched Amoux so he lost consciousness.

And with it, the hunt. She placed her hand over her stomach again, this time gently. “You'd be safe” She whispered to the life inside her. “I promise it.” Behind her, Lowell drifted into a restless sleep, his breath evening out. Uriel stayed awake beneath the moonlight, scanning for movement. They had tried to erase her. Now, she would hunt them down. They would face the fury of the woman they created. The omega was gone. And in her place stood something far more dangerous.