Iceman Omega Level Novels & Stories

"But an omega can't disobey a higher ranked wolf!" I bit back the laugh that wanted to escape. Even if I was only a mere omega, I was still immune to all powers of ranked wolves. Well, I was supposed to be. However, Ivan was an exception. "Get over yourself." I sighed, slashing another finger. "Now, back to business. I've lost interest in your pretending to be high and mighty." "W-what?" Gisele gasped, her eyes growing wide. "Why are you not effected?" "Secret," I smirked, lifting a finger to my lips. "How about you tell me who all is working with you in exchange for it?"

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?. "

“Scarlet White! One of the Judge started. His voice echoed with power and strength. “Yes… yes. My voice cracked as I said responded in fear. “The judges have decided. You will be demoted from the Gamma level to the Omega level.” “What!” My heart dropped. Being an Omega in the Midnight pack means just two things— a slave to the pack, and a mere breeder. All my life I was bullied by the pack for not having a real mom and dad. I trained so hard to get to that level and now it’s all gone. “Do you understand me? The judge shunned as tears started to pour from my eyes. “Yes, yes sir.” I replied.

The healers said his spark would flicker out by the winter solstice. In a desperate move of lunar pack magic, Margaret Carter had arranged this union. The Carters were the apex predators of the hockey world and the wealthiest pack in Valeria, but no sane male omega or socialite would tether their soul to a dying wolf. I stood before the locker room mirror, my frame draped in a ceremonial white fur suit. The heavy silver embroidery caught the light, highlighting my pale skin and the sharp, desperate edge in my eyes. I looked like a prize ready for slaughter.

me as he finally reached me.“You’re my mate,” I said quietly, knowing fully well that he knew that. I didn’t know whether to smile or not.Alpha Kaelen’s gaze never wavered past my face. He towered over me with an unreadable expression. My body trembled, but it wasn’t in fear. The mate bond tugged harder at me, and I could tell from how he winced that he felt it too.Before I could open my mouth and say something else, his next words stopped me in my tracks.“What an utter disgrace.”It wasn’t just the words that struck me across the face like a slap. It was the way he said it so coldly and so cruelly, like were not standing in the midst of all these people. I held my breath in surprise.“You’re

“You’re serious.” “Dead serious.” JR crossed his arms, his muscles flexing under his shirt. “Thirty days becomes sixty. More if we both want it. You stay at my place when our schedules line up and no more hiding and when we’re on the ice? We still bring it, full rivalry, full contact but off the ice…” He reached out and tugged Soren’s hoodie collar aside, exposing the dark hickey he’d left. “You’re mine.” Soren’s breath stuttered. “You want us to keep hating each other publicly while fucking in private? That’s insane.”

I am done apologizing for who I am. I leaned forward, looking into the camera. "I am an Omega. I am the Captain of the Redmoor Wolves. I will see you on the ice tomorrow night."

No one stepped in because as an Omega my humiliation was their entertainment. “On your feet Omega” Beta Aldric snarled above me. His voice was as cold as the winter wind in the courtyard. I pushed myself upright, my legs trembling from the cold seeping into my bones. My thin dress clung to me like a second skin, due to the dampness of the snow. The pack's eyes were searing into my back and still I kept my gaze fixed on the ground. Aldric circled me slowly, his boots crunching over the frost. “You were late with the Alpha's laundry again. You're so careless, disrespectful and negligent.”

He wiggled the whip in front of everyone. "Or maybe worse, that depends on Alpha Cain's mood. Rule number two: all of you will work as servants to everyone with a higher position than yours. Since all of you are Omegas, you are bottom of the food chain. You will know our position by the color of our aura. As you know, your fellow Omegas are pale weak oranges, almost human-like. Gammas, like me, are bright yellow. Deltas like Dimitry are green Betas are shades of light blue.

He was simply something out of the imagination. The men immediately fell in awe of him, his aura enough to shake them to their bones. The women gaped at him, because they'd never seen anyone more beautiful. It took a while for attention to shift to the woman by his side. Their first thought was that she matched him perfectly. She was easily the most attractive at the event, with her striking silver eyes and pretty face. She looked good there, standing by the Lycan's side, but people soon began to remember her identity. She was an alpha daughter of the Chicago Pack, who somehow managed to be born an omega.