Mark Vs Omni Man Novels & Stories

Mark said, though inside he was afraid. “Yes,” Edward said. “If I had another chance, I’d want the mate bond back.” Mark’s fingers trembled. The truth he feared was right in front of him. “Stop, Eddy.” How could Edward want an Omega, someone, him, Mark had humiliated many times? Someone he made life miserable for at university? “She’s an Omega,” Mark reminded him. “And you’re an elite. It just doesn’t fit.” “But she has the qualities of an elite. It should have worked. I would have handled it better,” Edward said quietly, his voice full of sadness.

"This is crazy. I don't even know you." "Your name is Ava." He said it softly, reverently. "Ava Marie Chen. You were born on June twenty-first, eighteen years ago. You have a birthmark on your right hip shaped like a crescent moon. When you were seven, you broke your arm falling out of a tree, and you cried more because you couldn't climb anymore than because it hurt." Tears were streaming down my face now, and I didn't even know why. "Stop. Please stop."

Jet smiled at my mate and shook her hand. “I’m Kirsten Relani , but please don’t ever call me Relani just Kirsten or Lani. It’s nice to meet you guys,” she said sincerely and smiled genuinely. Her smile was breathtaking and again, I was jealous that she didn’t smile at me. Relani was her name, huh? I thought to myself. That’s one hell of a sexy name and yes, I know she told us not to call her Relani but who cares? It’s sexy. I quickly shook those thoughts away.

In as much as I want to pull her close to me and claim her lips which still held that smirk, I knew I had to hold back what ever I'm feeling till she knows what she is to me. "I have forgotten that you won't say any words just like who your people are, because an omega doesn't have the right to talk back to people like us, isn't that right girls". She asked turning her head as her black hair swings behind her revealing her neck which will one day carry my mark. The mere thought of it made my wolf purr in happiness.

My fingers curled into a tight fist against the polished surface of the table, but I kept my expression neutral. Rowan, ever the cautious one, raised his voice with measured calm. “Your Grace, we serve you. We have always served you. But the law against omegas was written in blood. You know that better than any of us. The Red Valley wasn’t just history—it was a warning. When omegas walk freely, they bring about destruction. It’s the reason they are treated the way they are worldwide. If they know the power that they truly possess, it’ll be fatal for us all. It’s about control, lineage, power. We can’t afford to let sentiment—”

She turned the chair around to face me and sat down. "My name is Sasha Copperman." "Copperman?" I murmured bluntly while nodding. I don't know why. "Yes, Copperman, my family was part of one of the most blessed packs in the whole of Oceania." "I am really sorry to abrupt you during this whole copper thing, but that's not what I asked you. What am I doing here? Am I dead? Is this the afterlife?. "

Candidates? Everyone remained seated, but their heads all collectively turn back to the entrance. The door opened and revealed three figures. A man stood in front of them—an omega, Gavin notes, just from the man’s build. He’s wearing the same robe as theirs, arms crossed in front of him, and face blank. His face resembles the Pack Alpha’s but softer. His eyes the same shape, wolfish and sharp, contrasting with his small pointed nose and thin lips.

I swallowed hard because I knew very well what my position was; the best thing I could do was to go unnoticed. In the midst of the chaos, I saw a luxury truck park outside the house, and from it emerged some tall, muscular men dressed in black jackets, all with similar haircuts. Everyone had a tattoo of wolf claws on their necks; I found that curious until I heard one of the Omegas make a comment. "They are the men of the Elite that Stefan created; they follow him everywhere and will likely be his close guard when he takes the position of Alpha. The tattoo they share makes them brothers, and it is said to be done under a powerful spell."

~MIKAEL~ A few minutes after my outburst, O'Lean came into my office. His huge body stood right in front of me. He watched quietly as I dropped the folder on the table. Lately, I have been researching wolves from decades past that had the anticelestial mark and there was something common between them. Their wolves had a downward crescent mark on the side of the arm and they are all omegas. So that leaves us to check all omegas. Although it makes things easier… it would take a lot of time to separate the omegas from the other wolves.

It had taken all of his concentration to keep from charging out of that shed to attack the oaf. “You bellowed, Alpha?” Mark said sauntering into the room, his stride long and confident with a little uplifted movement at the end of each which gave the impression that he was goofing off, which he usually was. His blond hair was cut short and he was clean-shaven for a change. He came up to the sitting area and put both cups on the coffee table before taking a seat. “Not for you. I called for coffee, not Beta.” “And you scared the young Omegas right out of their fur so I brought your coffee up. They need to get lunch served to everyone else in the pack house. We can’t all sleep ‘till noon.”