Jenna Ortega Lesbian Scene Novels & Stories

A few looked ready to pounce. ‎ ‎Her hand trembled slightly beside mine. ‎Without saying a word, I reached for it and held it firmly, pulling her closer to my side. My grip was gentle but deliberate, a silent signal to the others that She’s with me. ‎The growls softened slightly, but the tension remained. ‎ ‎Seraphina leaned closer to me and whispered, her voice barely audible. ‎ ‎“Why are they all staring at me?” ‎ ‎“You’re an Omega,” I replied quietly.

Another Luna dead? Slowly, I leaned back, clutching Jasmine’s fur as if she was the only solid thing anchoring me in that moment. The memories I had fought so hard to bury clawed their way back to the surface, uninvited. The nights spent in Crescent Moon, the hushed whispers behind my back, the mockery of my wolfless state. Derek’s shadow looming over me, his voice dripping with cold disdain. I remembered the ache of helplessness, the bruises I carried, not all of which were visible. And now this, his second Luna, gone like the first.

They both kept fighting while the pack and other members were panicking. “I am the Luna of this pack!” Leah growled and gave Anaya an uppercut. She couldn't believe that Anaya had tried to harm her. Anaya fell to the ground, and she was moaning in pain. “Did you kill Damon?” Leah asked. Anaya laughed so loudly and spat on the floor. “He didn't know that I killed him because, after all, he was in a deep sleep when I did that. He's mine, and no one can snatch him away from me. How dare he try to reject me because of someone like you? You are still an Omega in my eyes.” Leah gritted her teeth when she heard the word Omega.

"Here, this goes down to the VIP room" Shaw, the manager of the event for the day wearing an apron, sets the tray holding four glasses of champagne in it for Nora Payton, a very beautiful recessive Omega who kept wondering why Shaw would send her up to the VIP room full of Alphas knowing fully well she was an Omega, a recessive one that hasn't experienced any heat circle or change.

"Oh, she is utterly hopeless. Faustina could never stoop so low as to frame a mere Omega like her!" "She is shameless and unrepentant. She is still falsely accusing her future Luna of setting her up. She must be a taught a lesson!" "Yes, we must teach her a lesson". "Instead of being grateful to you and Alpha Ray for granting her the opportunity and privilege of being Alpha Jayden's sex toy, she is still unrepentant and lying shamelessly!"

I was forced to kneel on the ground, unable to move an inch, could only glare at her through gritted teeth. She pulled out a memory stone hidden in her collar and gave me a sinister smile. "She didn't just deceive your feelings—she even concealed her true identity. She's clearly not an Omega at all! She disguised herself to get close to you, definitely with ill intentions! Good thing we've been prepared all along!" Damon looked at me with a dark expression, gently patted my face, then raised his hand and struck hard. The pain hit as expected—an especially forceful slap that made tears shoot from my eyes.

The freezing air sank straight through my pores and into every corner of my body. A vicious excitement showed on the men's faces. On their way out, they grinned back at Oliver. "Alpha, our Luna's got a great body, curves in all the right places, and such smooth skin too." "Thanks, Alpha, for the chance to take care of the Luna. She'll definitely learn her lesson this time." In a camisole and cropped sleep pants, I curled my body into a tight ball. I could feel myself losing heat, my skin even starting to fuse to the freezing floor.

He growled to himself and stood up feeling dizzy from standing up so quickly. He went to the door but it did not open. It was locked. He banged the door a few times and started to get mad when he realised that he had been purposely locked in. “Damn you, Kane.” He cursed under his breath as he kicked the door down and it was opened in a few seconds. Of course, being an Alpha, Jacob was very strong. Nothing could get in his way not even a locked door. “Where is he?” He pulled an omega by the scruff of the neck and threw them against the wall with such force it left a dent.

Her eyes, her lips, her smile, her voice, and even her very presence plagued him. Her words were sharp, yet her expression remained innocent. Every time she opened her mouth to say something unseemly, her lips seemed to beckon for a kiss, contradicting the innocence that lingered in her demeanor. There was a certain naiveté in the way she walked and moved. Remarkably, he could detect no scent of another male on her; instead, she exuded a sense of purity whenever she drew near. How could a virgin be so audacious? How could an Omega confront him, an Alpha, and speak in ways that sent shivers of fear—and, Goddess forbid, desire—through him?

I heard a voice behind me, and I turned to see a young woman and a little girl standing close to her. "Hi." I awkwardly said ,wondering why she called me ma'am. "Welcome to Golden Stone Pack House, my name is Lena and I will be guiding you to the Alpha's room." The woman said and I cringed. Alpha's room? "I don't understand, can you elaborate please." I wiped my sweaty hands on my dress. "Yes ma'am, Beta Javier has assigned me to take you to Alpha Tristan’s room, it is the rightful place of his Luna," Lena said and I heard a loud bang in my head.