Knot Alpha Omega Novels & Stories

Instead, Inojin let out a moan so raw and unguarded it sent a jolt straight through Kota’s body. An omega? The captain was an omega? Kota’s mind spun. The whole school though he was an Alpha. Why would he hide it? There was no shame in being an omega. And judging by the intensity of his scent, Inojin wasn’t just any omega, he was something more. Elite. Maybe even Prime. Kota should have left. He knew Inojin wasn’t in his right mind. But then he heard his name spoken in a voice so low, so seductive, it made something deep inside him preen in response.

"Damon! What are you doing?!" He was knotting me?! My mind screamed. How far gone was he? An Alpha shouldn't knot an Omega—not unless they were mated, or at the very least planning to get married. It was an unwritten law of the packs. The chances of pregnancy after a knot jumped to a staggering seventy-five percent. "Relax...Milaya" he whispered against my ear, his voice so low that I didn’t even register the nickname. I shook my head, my eyes squeezing shut as I pushed at his arms. "Damon!"

It shocked both Alphas since a dominant mate doesn't normally knot another dominant mate. Knots are NOT strictly an Alpha thing, either. It's any dominant male when their mate is in heat. If their mate is not in heat, their knot will not bloom. I can't remember every instance, but I do have this one that wasn't an Alpha. In Harris's book, chapter 79, Brian is a dominant Beta, and he knotted his Omega, River when he went into heat.

“Alpha Knox is not just any Alpha. He’s a barbarian, a beast and dangerous. If he catches me then he’ll kill me!” “Then don’t get caught. All the Alphas are at the Banquet. The stone is here I can feel its essence. Knox brought it with him.” Rhoda has officially lost her mind. Alpha Knox holds the second largest Pack after the Highbridge Pack, with the second largest army. He had a merciless reputation. He didn’t take prisoners, he killed them on the spot. When I heard Chanel was eyeing him I thought they’d make a perfect couple because she would make a wonderful Queen of Doom.

It was almost too much to bear. No wonder he knocked her up the first time they slept together. It's almost inevitable to be Pure breeds and not have such sizzling chemistry. When it happened, the swell of his knot latched inside her, she was scared of her life. There was a point where the omega feared it would never stop swelling. It filled her deeply, satisfying that primal part of her, that part of her wolf that was always craving this in some way, that part of her that wanted nothing more than an Alphas knot.

“I’ll claim you anywhere, anytime. In the library stacks while you’re trying to study—knot locked deep while you bite your arm to stay quiet. After tactical shifting class when you’re all sweaty and feral—I’ll drag you into the locker room and breed you against the tiles while the rest of the team smells exactly what I’m doing to their professor’s omega. And when your next heat hits? We’re locking ourselves in here for ten days straight. I’ll keep you on my knot the entire time, pumping load after load until you can’t remember anything but my name and ‘breed me, alpha.’” I came just from his words and the taste of him— a small, rolling orgasm that made me whimper around his cock and squirt w

His voice came as a command, but I didn't say a word. "You marked her, Oliver. Now you must take her as your Luna and never mark another." He gave the final judgment and I watched my world attempt to crumble before me. I'm an Alpha under a curse already, and need a strong Luna beside me, how on earth should I settle for a weak omega as my Luna? My chest tightened in pain, and I felt waves of pain over my body. Sane tapped her feet on the floor in rage and began to run back to her pack. We both knew it was over. We both know the tradition.

Jon took the center of the stage. "All of you are aware of the recent happenings and changes. Some of you have been left without Alphas for days now but no more. Today is the ceremony for the merging of three packs, the red stone, the crystal dawn, and the black heart pack. Behold, your new Alpha and Luna" The crowd cheered and I tightened my hold on Rome's palm. The elderly woman passed the calabash to Rome's hands. He cut himself and let his blood drip into the pot. I did the same to my palm and blood dropped inside it.

His legs gave out and he fell to his knees, the shears slipping from his fingers to the ground as his hands began to tremble. Not because he didn’t believe in fate. Not because he feared it. But because he already knew who it was. The strong pull from the bond, the energy and power emanating from it. The kind of power every pack member was familiar with, the very one that ruled them. The Alpha of the Blackwood Pack. “Damon Belloti.” Kyrian had known Damon his entire life, in the distant way omegas knew alphas who ruled from high ground and stone halls. Damon Belloti the alpha of the strongest, wealthiest and most feared pack in the west “Blackwood pack”.

She was wearing a silk robe and holding a tablet, looking like she had been awake for hours plotting her next social move. "You need to wear the blue tie," Helene said without looking up from her screen. "I'm not wearing a tie." She finally looked at me and sighed. "Dante, please. It is your first day at Cross Industries. You need to look like you belong there." "I don't belong there. Harlan forced me into this job so he could keep an eye on me." "Harlan gave you an opportunity," she corrected sharply. "Do not throw it away just because you want to be stubborn. You have a seat at the table now. All you have to do is play nice."