Romans & histoires Kamen Rider Ohma Zi O

Mom’s a healer. In the pack, there are different ranks. There’s the Alpha, leader of the pack, anpd the Luna, his mate. Then their family. Then the Beta—my dad—second in command. Next is the Gamma, third in command. Then the warriors, who guard the borders. Then hunters, in charge of food. And the healers, who tend to the injured. The lowest rank? Omegas. My rank. Omegas are the weakest werewolves. No strength to guard, no wisdom to heal. And among omegas, I might be the weakest.

I couldn’t understand why people changed so easily. The worst moment was when my wolf whispered that Kian was my mate. And worse still—he recognized it too. A mere omega. A servant. A loser. What more could the goddess do to curse me? Instead of claiming me, Kian’s treatment of me only grew crueler. And with him, the rest of the pack followed. The Queen Luna, Kian’s mother, had always hated me—hated my presence, my scent, my very existence. But under Alpha Merlin’s rule, she had kept it hidden. After his death, I saw death itself and came back to life again and again.

All the warriors who were together were suddenly everywhere, waiting for a command. “Protect the queen!” Adrian yelled, and suddenly I was surrounded. I looked up, and Ophelia floated in the air, her hands behind her as she smiled sheepishly. Is this Kion’s answer? “She can sense your pup; don’t bring her attention to you,” Zira said through the link. I breathe out, removing my hand from my stomach.

Still, they slid through. “Katie…” I staggered toward a glimmer in the trees—a pond, frozen clear. I fell to my knees at its edge. But the reflection wasn’t mine. Eyes burning crimson. A smile—cruel and tender all at once. His voice trembled through the ice: “You are enough, my little omega. More than enough. Always and forever.” My breath hitched. I pressed my hand against the surface. “Please—don’t leave me again, please! Vl—”

The Hall was a large one, accompanied with his throne in it. The people who were all present there made me feel more guilty, I remembered the Humiliation I faced before I managed to come to this pack, I wasn't going to let the same incident happen twice. "I..., I am from the Crystal Moon pack" I stuttered as I said.. because I knew the weight of the word I had just said. Being an Omega from another pack could only mean two things, either you were sent as a spy from the other pack, or you had sexual intercourse with a beta from the other pack..

Back To Together. Natasha's POV My eyes swiveled to the right and to the left as Ryan paced around his study taking historical books one after the other as he checked them. Anytime he didn't find anything useful he groaned and I sighed.I felt relieved as I opened up to Ryan,I told him everything that has been going on with me, starting with the time I was almost choked to death and how I burnt the garden. I was grateful Ryan didn't find me as a weirdo or thought that I needed mental treatment because all the facts in the history books all together stated that Omegas are the weakest in the chain rank and have no possibility of gaining immense strength.

Naelle slid behind a console, breathing heavily, eyes wide. And in the center of it all stood the Omega. Changed. Not just in power—but in presence. His skin shimmered like starlight, faintly translucent under a lattice of glowing veins. His hair, once silver, now floated around his face like white fire. His eyes had gone completely violet—no whites, no pupils—only a glow so intense it burned to look at. “Subject V-Zero-One,” Lazarus whispered in awe. “Perfected.” “You monster,” Soo-ah growled, rising to his feet.

A weak, pathetic omega plea, and he hated himself the moment it left his mouth. A long, agonizing silence stretched through the keyhole. Arthur held his breath, his heart hammering so loudly he thought it might burst through his ribs. Then Malakor's voice came through the wood, dropping into a terrifyingly quiet, intimate whisper that seemed to vibrate against the iron bolts. "I know what you are."​

A faint shift in his eyes. Interest. “Go on.” “They want her, want to groom her to use or maybe kill her” I continued. “Groom her for whom or what?” Zyran asked. “We don’t know yet,” Emma said. Silence fell again. Zyran turned away briefly, walking back toward the war table. “You came here,” he said slowly, “to warn me about an Omega.” “Yes.” “And to seek protection,” I added carefully. He faced us again. “Protection.”

Theron I held my hand against Kamari’s back. If it was to steady her or myself, though, I didn’t know. We stood there silently, letting what Ms. Ostyn had just confessed settle. Kamari not only does have powers but is also a wolf. Not just any wolf, but a rare one, if she was already there when Kamari was a baby. That is almost unheard of. I still remember when Hoku first materialized in me. I was a boy around five if I recall correctly. I remember my dad being proud that Hoku had come forth so early. A sign of a strong Alpha warrior, he had said. Kamari’s had come along as a baby?! What did it all mean?