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He followed my gaze, and I felt a low growl from his chest as he realised who it was. “You? How did you get in here, and why are you here?” Alex demanded to know, forcing the whole crowd to fall silent and turn to where their alpha was glaring. “I thought I would see for my own eyes and tell your people the truth about their so-called future Luna. She’s a fraud. Nothing but a dirty filthy omega girl. A hoe at that. Most unmated males in my pack have had her one way or another.” Eliza shrilled, causing my mate to loosen his grip on me.

“And you know it.” Freya’s expression darkened instantly. “What’s the difference, Thor?” she demanded. “Ingrid was a learned bitch, witch blood, powerful and cunning. Dextera?” She scoffed. “A powerless Omega bitch. That’s the only difference.” Deucalion stiffened. “Freya—” “It doesn’t count?” she went on bitterly, ignoring him. “Please, it’s all the same. You let them close and you fucked them both.” The words hit like a match to gasoline.

Behind him, his pack fanned out in a crescent, blocking the river. "You actually tried to run," he said, almost marveling. "After everything I've given you." I backed up, hitting a tree. "You gave me nothing but fear." His lip curled. "I gave you a home. Protection. I could have thrown you out the night I found you. Instead, I brought you into my pack. Fed you. Clothed you." He stepped closer. "And this is how you repay me?" "I never asked for any of it." "You didn't have to." He reached for me. "You're an Omega. You exist to serve."

One of our omegas, who just came out of the kitchen, stops dead in her tracks, dropping the pitcher of ice water she was carrying, looks at him and starts to cry. I got up from my seat and rushed to her side, moving her away from the broken glass of the pitcher she dropped, while another omega cleaned up the glass, and asked her, “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” She shakes her head, and softly says, “ No, please not again. He’s going to reject me too. I’m just an omega. I don’t think I can take another rejection, the last time it almost killed me.”

My fingers curled into a tight fist against the polished surface of the table, but I kept my expression neutral. Rowan, ever the cautious one, raised his voice with measured calm. “Your Grace, we serve you. We have always served you. But the law against omegas was written in blood. You know that better than any of us. The Red Valley wasn’t just history—it was a warning. When omegas walk freely, they bring about destruction. It’s the reason they are treated the way they are worldwide. If they know the power that they truly possess, it’ll be fatal for us all. It’s about control, lineage, power. We can’t afford to let sentiment—”

Damon laughed as if I was funny. I can't lose here because even though I'm an omega, I'm strong! I will not let myself be defeated in front of Amoux. Being an omega is a big shame for him, so I have to be good at fighting. Who said that a personal doctor can only do treatment? Because I'll make sure I'm different.

replies alpha Frank. “then who are we talking about” Archer takes places his butt atop the table. “we are all ears Jeremy” speaks beta Harrison. “charlotte Romero. The former Alpha’s daughter” Jeremy’s voice came out in slow pauses; he knew a female never holds position in the moonstone pack. “will you take back those words! you know where women belong” growls Alpha Frank. “anywhere they want to be, don’t you think so Jeremy, women. Belong. Where. They want to be” Archer smiles at the end of his sentence, and with a sudden jump he gets off the table.

I'm an Omega. "But I'm an Omega"

"Little Val-Val, the unique omega who systematically projects absolute disgust toward the sport of ice hockey, has suddenly manifested a high-frequency behavioral interest in the league mechanics. What specific variable is driving this systemic mutation?" "Perhaps the sport of hockey does not occupy a position of absolute stupidity after all. And your memory retains the metric that my wolf experiences intense irritation when your vocal cords deploy that childhood moniker," Val murmured against the heavy muscle of his brother's shoulder as Lucas's physical warmth curled completely around his frame, cocooning his fragile spirit from the external storm. "Hey, lower the defensive shields. The te