Hunter And Omega Novels & Stories

Then she gave me this life, I thought, soaping my thighs with more force than needed. An omega in a world where we’re tools for packs—breeders, omegas, nothing but vessels. And now… Hunter. My mate. The one who hates me more than the rest of the world. The words echoed in my head as I rinsed my hair, the suds sliding down my back like tears.

I asked quietly while grabbing his throat. He struggled silently against my grip. “I was actually trying to become a better person lately.” Rain laughed inside me. Lie. Fair. The hunter suddenly smiled weakly despite blood running from his mouth. “The omega will destroy you first.” I tightened my grip harder. “He loves us.” The hunter’s smile widened slightly. “That’s why you’ll die first.” Then his body dissolved into ash too. Gone. Just gone. Silence swallowed the burning forest afterward except for heavy rain pouring above me.

And as his wife, that meant that I would be his luna, and when we made everything official, both our packs would come together. "Massimo," I begin, realizing that there was something very important that he didn’t know about me. "Are you sure about all of this? I know that I was insistent that you go along with me, but there’s something you need to know." "Need to know?" He repeats, cocking a pierced brow. "And what might that be?" "I’m…" I respond, but stop as the sting of embarrassment hits me. "I’m an omega." "Omega?" He hisses, his eyes growing wide. "How is that even possible? You’re the daughter of a mighty alpha, and you're the daughter of an alpha. You’ve got the purest of blood out t

I know I sound like an offended kid, “I don't see why. You yourself say you didn't want to have anything to do with me.” “That's not entirely true,” Typhon shoots back, “I very much enjoy crossing you.” “Yes, that much is clear,” I huff. Hunter’s head bobs back and forth like a spectator at a tennis match, and then the man actually smiles. “You!” Typhon snaps, pointing at Hunter, “Be quiet”. Hunter’s hand goes to his heart in a dramatic gesture of dismay, “If I might be so ….” “Hunter, you're the boldest damned omega in the world, and you well know it,” Typhon looks just about to blow something.

I then shifted it from hand to hand, playing with the weapon. "I don't think you're understanding. You and I are mates. I might be an Omega, but it doesn't change the fact that you and I share a bond." He said placing his hand on my knee which made sparks emit from our contact. I moved my leg away from him as fast as possible. No omega touched me.

"What's happening?" Hunter turns and gives me a quick look before turning back to Callum. His pause, which seems to be an attempt to find the right words, quickens my pace. Hunter adds in a strained voice, "Alpha, there's something you need to know." Something flickers in his eyes hesitancy? Feeling guilty? Whatever it is, it's giving me the idea that the earth is going to fall beneath us. Callum's body tenses up. His eyes narrow at his beta as he takes a step forward. "What is it?" Now his tone is harder, with frustration scarcely held. Being kept in the dark worries him, especially when the stakes are this high.

“All of it.” She swallows hard, nods. “I ran away from my pack... I was a runt. They treated me like dirt. I couldn’t stay. So, I came here—to America—to start over. I got in touch with a dealer. He sells weapons—guns, blades, even silver—to humans and wolves. He doesn’t ask questions, and I didn’t have the luxury of being picky. I met a woman a few months ago… Selene, she came to the shop I worked in to buy lead. Just a normal sale. But she came back again. Twice.” So the lead my mother used to poison me was sold by this omega?

Above him stood three dark shapes in the moonlight. Wolves. But not from his old pack. Their scent was strange. “Please,” Aeris croaked. “I don’t know you. I didn’t do anything.” “We know who you are,” the tallest one said. A woman with a silver braid knelt beside him. “The scentless one. The omega who shouldn’t exist.” “Then you know I’m not worth killing.” “That’s where you’re wrong,” she said, drawing a knife that gleamed in the moonlight. “Your death is worth everything.”

My lips crack with thirst. The door creaks open. Light slices into the dark. My heart leaps in terror, expecting Clara’s shadow. But it’s not her. A hand slips in. Trembling. Thin. In it, a piece of bread and a dented cup of water. I lift my gaze. Another Omega stands there, eyes wide with fear and pity. “Eat,” she whispers. “Please. Before they come back.” Tears sting my eyes, hot and humiliating. Not for the pain, not for the rejection. But for this—the fragile kindness of an omega.

"Ang 'Wolf' na nagligtas sa mundo. Dumating ako para kolektahin ang interes sa utang na iniwan ng iyong mga ninuno." ​"Sino ka?" asik ni Xander, habang ang kanyang exoskeleton ay kusa nang nag-a-activate mula sa kanyang relo. ​"Ako ang Omega," sagot ng nilalang. "At ang iyong apo... ang batang si Alexander... siya ang huling piraso na kailangan namin para buksan ang pintuan ng Kawalan." ​Sa isang kumpas ng kamay ng Omega, ang buong farm sa Batanes ay nabalot ng isang itim na simboryo. Naputol ang lahat ng komunikasyon sa labas.