Klance Omegaverse Novels & Stories

“Selena. What are you saying? You are the future Luna of this pack, but a lowlife Omega.” I would have believed that if I didn't eavesdrop on his conversation with the girl's brother. “This is what I desire Alpha Kane. It will make me happy if you can do this for me. I will take my leave now.” I said and stood to my feet, smiling. This time a real smile. The first phase of my plan had been accomplished. Now all I had to do was wait.

There was only going to be a desolate wasteland that I'd have to clean up myself when all is said and done. The stories had all been myths and hoaxes with false ends. All I knew now was that I was an Omega. And would only die as my people before me.

Jason ends up winning that battle when his eyes returned to their normal color. "You are never going to be my mate or luna." "I never said that I wanted to be you mate or luna." "Good, then you don't mind if I reject you." "No! I don't mind at all. I don't want to be mated to someone that is a monster and cares more about his well-being than others around him. A real alpha puts his pack first before himself and that is not you at all." "Fine then. I Jason Allen Knight reject you, Karla Jade Collins, as my mate and future luna of the Siver moon pack."

In fact, it’s a hospital bed. Liam notes my confusion. “Alpha, you were caught in a blast at Light Paw Village.” And just like that, a backlash of memories from that night washes over me. “Clyde….” I hiss. “He got away?” “Yes, but Helios and two omegas have gone after him.” I palm my head and apply pressure to my temple in an attempt to massage the pain away. Strange, why would Helios bring omegas with him? He is usually very careful with his selection.

She was our daughter. BEEP. The green text on the overhead corporate monitor suddenly glitched, replaced by the crisp, high-definition feed of Director Vance’s face. He was sitting safely inside his armored hover-transport, casually adjusting the cuffs of his gray suit as he looked down at us through the screen. "A beautiful family portrait," Vance purred, his voice dripping with sadistic amusement. "I must admit, the Omega project exceeded all our biological projections. A child born of fated mates, carrying both the shadow-virus and the void-matrix. She is quite literally worth billions, Elena."

“You’re burning up.” I looked into his eyes. They were clear green, assessing me, yes, but there was no malice in them, only confusion and a flicker of something I couldn’t quite place. “Who are you?” I whispered, barely able to speak. “Alpha Lucian Vale of the Rogue Pack.” The Rogue Pack? That was one of the outer territories, far north, isolated. They rarely participated in these events. I knew they were fiercely traditional, highly committed to old magics.

While I was wondering what sin I committed to earn this divine punishment, the radio cut through. “…joining us today is Gerard Vance, CEO of Vance Pharmaceuticals.” It’s been years, yet this guy’s name still rang in my ears, sharp and bitter. Gerard’s voice and the doctor’s news, all in one day, fuck, I wished I were deaf—preferably yesterday morning, before I handed my ass to another man. “Change it,” I gritted. “…and today he unveils a breakthrough—a drug capable of turning Alpha into omegas.” The radio buzzed.

“He came from your own flesh and blood. Would it hurt you to give him the life he deserves?” Alpha Xenon stood with his back to her, his broad shoulders tense. He turned slowly, his eyes glowing faintly with suppressed fury. “I do not have a child that is a monster!” he spat, his voice reverberating through the room. “I already told you, you are an omega, and I am an alpha. Do you understand the disgrace you’ve brought upon me? Do you know what kind of mistake we are living?” My breath caught in my throat. Monster? Disgrace? His words were like daggers, each one piercing deeper than the last.

Coincidentally, the feet that Klaie used to step on Omeo face was the cheeks that suffered a lot of beating for today, and it was from a prodigal researcher, a human and a weird guy with a feet shaped like that of an animal. Omeo was the one to be unconscious once again after having to make almost al Sotiras and heroes faint to execute the plan. The retribution only for him had come so soon. The guy lips which was lowered and not smiling finally curled up as he slowly and coldly said under his breathe, "Welcome No. 000005 to our evolved monsters world, Researcher Omeo" Name: Klaie Ird Age: 1 000 years old Experimented No: 0000004

Lila Trent among them. “My daughter thinks she can rewrite fate. But I wrote the script long before she was born.” Her eyes burned red. “Let the gods rise.” Back at Nova HQ, Countdown Begins Selene slammed her hand on the table. “Six pulse points. If they synchronize, they’ll rewrite the global internet, override the currency systems, crash all non-Parity platforms. Every government. Every bank. Every defense grid.” Knox added, “And Julian has access to the override key. As Omega-01.”