Inquisitormaster Oc Novels & Stories

"I understand, Master. I'll be at home waiting for you." With that, she left the room. "Wow, Percy, I didn't know you were so skilled at training people," Franklin said, clearly impressed. I waved it off modestly. "Oh, I just have experience with handling animals. It's not much, but it's something I know well. Compared to teaching, I'm sure it's nothing." "No, no, no, we all have our specialties. Actually, I was hoping you could teach me a few things. Would you be willing to come over to my place sometime?"

“Anna—” “No more half-truths,” I cut in, my voice shaking. “No more avoiding the question. I deserve to know what’s happening to me.” He sighed, his expression unreadable. “You do.” I swallowed hard. “Then tell me. What is an omega?” Nolan hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he finally said. “They’re… different from others. More instinct-driven. More attuned.” I frowned. “Attuned to what?”

About whoever else he’d put in a chair. The screen listed slots for twelve subjects, most tagged **PENDING**. Only one line glowed fully green. SUBJECT C‑01 – DOMESTIC ENVIRONMENT – ACTIVE. Beneath that, ghosted out: C‑02 through C‑04 – “ONBOARDING PREP.” Nothing actionable. I tabbed back. My eyes snagged on a different option in the menu: **PROTO‑OMEGA.** Different font. Different color. Like it had been bolted on later.