Mark Vs Omni Man Novels & Stories

She glares at me, hurling a pan that strikes my chest and makes me stoop. "Really, who do you think you are speaking to? I am your future Luna, so stop talking, you omega!" Her voice was heard clearly. As the weakest members of the pack, omegas are more prone to injury, fatigue, and weakened immune systems than warriors, deltas, gamma, or betas. Being called omega should not feel insulting because of what she is referring to, but because of what she is referring to, it hurt me. The pain in my chest felt like something had broken in that frying pan.

Mark stated, shivering. "I hate you!!..I cursed the day I met you. "more tears trickled down his face "Just see him crying like a baby. He is weak", Mason taunted. Mark walked to Mason and gave him a hard smack on the face which caught the attention of everyone. “You son of a bitch!! I may be a weak omega!! But I was the one who satisfied you like none of your whores did. I was the one who stayed by your side and took all your shit for two years," he pointed out.

I could feel the triplets’ eyes on me, their presence overwhelming, and the bond snapped. “Look at me, Rebecca” Damien said, his voice softer but still strong. My name sounded so amazing coming from him, and I loved the way it made my skin tingle and heart race. I lifted my eyes, meeting his gray gaze, and the bond ignited in my chest, taking my breath away. Kael’s dark eyes were on me too, and studying my figure, while Lucian’s held a mix of curiosity and something warm, that made my heart race. Magnus stepped forward, towering over me. “This is a mistake,” he said, his voice cold. “You are an Omega, and you can’t be their mate.”

And Donovan chuckled. "Probably a goat with pretty flowers as horns..." he shrugged. "Who knows?" he laughed. "Let him be..." I said, raising a hand. And they both kept quiet. The boy continued and kept on drawing, as his mouth now moved alongside his hands. "The Omega mark is a paradox..." he started, with his face stern. "A unique symbol that spreads both joy and darkness..." he explained, with his hands flying in an arc. "Like I said before, there exists a duality..." he chimed. "Because the moon as a crescent or as a whole isn't meant to be dark..." he mentioned, stressing the last word. "Yet their mark possesses one that is..." he cited.

“Let’s see, “ I said as I typed his name. However, the search came up empty. There were no listings of a company or any business under his name. I furrowed my eyebrows wondering if what I experienced that morning really happened. The man was wearing Armani and driving a Rolls Royce. He had to have a company somewhere. When I searched the name Markos alone, the search results showed a bunch of people I had never seen before. I gave up and closed my laptop. The rest of the day went by fast, with Markos sneaking in and out of my mind occasionally. Soon, it was time for my shift at the bar. It was a shitty bar that was walking distance from where I lived. When I got there, I put on my skimpy un

Damon’s POV: Now it made sense. I knew something was off the moment I’d gotten inside the car with her. Her pheromones were too potent. Technically, once an Omega is marked, their scent belongs to their Alpha. It becomes a private frequency, tuned only to the man who claimed them. It’s only supposed to leak during a heat or a moment of extreme distress. But the scent coming off Ophelia wasn't just leaking; it was pouring. My mind flashed back to the phone call with Raymond earlier. The way that arrogant bastard had spoken…. It had sounded like he was contemplating breaking the bond.

Author's POV The man standing before her was no other person than Lucien Drazik. The Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack and one of the major shareholders of the Academy. His eyes were staring straight at her, not with guilt, but something more dangerous—confusion. No..... He doesn't believe the way his wolf, Mark, was whimpering in recognition beneath him. He doesn't understand why his nose becomes super sensitive and he could smell her so much. She smelled like peach blossoms. It was everything good and Mark howled inside him, excited and restless.

The Omertà File is the only weapon the Maranos still cling to, because their empire has been crumbling ever since their father’s death. I leaned back again, relaxed, like a king on his throne. He began smoothing his jacket like he'd still somehow won this meeting. "This has been... enlightening, Xavier."I nodded once, calm and unbothered. "Indeed." Marco left without another word. I sat back, tapping my fingers slowly against the desk. The next move was clear. Find the rat. Cut the cancer out before it spreads. And when it’s done? There’ll be nothing left of Marco Marano but a memory.

Rony replied. "I couldn't help to notice," the newcomer said. "My name's Mark from the Bronze Island." Rony watched him closely. His chins were chiseled to manly roughness, From his built, he knew it was solid. His charisma was oozing. Just like a Builder. "Are you a Builder?" "What?" Mark asked, confused. "Are you a Magician?" Rony repeated. Mark just smiled and took a moment before making a move. He walked towards him on the trailing. He seductively tapped his shoulders and then leaned over.

"I trust her. I'm just surprised. . .I didn't expect you to know that I'm an omega." "Well, I did see the birthmark on your chest." "How? When?" "On our way to the blood moon pack, or have you forgotten?" Then it all came rushing back. It was true. I had carelessly taken off my clothes and swam in the waters with him. I had been so engulfed in the moment with him that I completely forgot about my birthmark. I was a fool. I had casted myself to him. However, it didn't explain how he knew the birthmark was due to my status as an omega. I was the first male omega, so I knew damn well that there was little to nothing about us in history books. "Ah, I see," I said, finally breaking the silence. "