Novel & Cerita Marking Omegaverse

I had forgotten those little details as of late. I flinch when something warm drips on my face, I look up at him to see the tears in his eyes as he stares down at me. He can see it, feel it as much I do. His arms are caging me down. I can see his omega marks forming along his left arm. They're like mine, but sharper. The ancient lycan symbols take form blessing his rank not only as our omega but the warhead. My mark knits itself back together creating two pretty crescent marks for everyone to see. I can feel how emotional he is. How none of this seems real to him. Then there's the guilt I had wanted him to feel for me having to listen to his conquests night after night.

Jaime roar out loud when he feels a painful stab on his pheromone gland. He covered it with his hand but the pain feels like he has been stabbed deeply. It didn't last for long but he got freeze when he realized something. His body trembled when he finally understand the situation. "Sir! Are you okay?!" Elli asked him through headphone. How will he be okay? His Omega has been forcefully marked by other Alpha! He clenched his fists tightly that he can even feel the sharp pain when it ripped the skin. He's enraged, to the point that he wanted to kill whoever the hell marked his Omega!

“What? Wait, did you just say that your company is developing a drug that could erase an alpha’s mark on an omega?” Maverick nodded once again. “It’s been two years since our company started researching ways about how to erase an alpha’s mark from an omega. As you know, erasing a mark has never been possible, and a lot of omegas have suffered and died from it. Because unlike alphas, who can mark as many as they want and can survive without their pairs, omegas can only be marked once and could never be separated from their alphas, causing them to suffer. And our family has witnessed a lot of that suffering. You see, my grandmother is an omega, and she has always had a soft spot for her fellow

It wasn't surprising they knew she was an Omega and bought since Zeke already announced it to everyone with ears, "Well you know, scavenging here and there. Hiding and tearing flesh. Hoarding and traveling here and there. As for the mark, it's only visible to the worthy," The last part didn't make sense to Arielle but was made to confuse Zero. But the woman showed no signs of confusion and simply nodded her head like she understood, "I pity you though. You ended up being the mate of a heinous immortal who had murdered and tortured far too many people for his own gain,"

Raven asked. "She's Jessica, and I'm Marie. We're both omegas," Jessica, the auburn-haired woman, said. Omegas are treated badly in some packs because they are naturally born weak and some couldn't even transform. While some packs considered them useless due to their inability to participate in battles, Raven's pack welcomes them with open arms. Raven had a small number of Omegas in his pack, all of whom were employed in the pack's hospital. "So, Jessica and Marie, what pack are you associated with? I want to know which pack I'm going to be enemies with," Raven said. Jessica and Marie exchanged glances before turning their attention back to Raven.

He backed up until he hit the edge of the desk, eyes wide. “The mark. Omegas are born with a sigil—something ancient, embedded in the skin. It usually stays dormant unless triggered by proximity to a fated Alpha.” He froze. “A what?” I didn’t answer. I stepped closer. He didn’t move away this time. He had no space to. Slowly, hesitantly, he turned and tugged up the back of his oversized hoodie. My breath caught. There it was. Faint, like ink bleeding through paper—an old rune curled low between his shoulder blades. Almost invisible… but glowing faintly in the moonlight slanting through my window.

He softly whispered in her ears, "It'd be great if we can mark someone in real life." "Keep dreaming!" Stella stared at him. "This kind of thing only sounds good in graphic novels. Once someone is marked, he or she can never remove the mark. Alphas can mark any Omegas. But Omegas can only be marked by one Alpha. Alphas can cease to be faithful and love someone else. But Omegas can only be faithful to one person in their whole life. Why is that? If we could mark people in real life, the first thing I'd do is remove my gland. Nobody can mark me!" 'I read those kinds of erotic novels just for fun. Who'd want to encounter such a horrible experience in real life? I'm so angry!'

Unless— My chest tightens slightly as I stare at it. Unless the Omega is close to their Alpha, it glows gold as a sign of recognition and acceptance. My gaze sharpens, locking onto that mark as they pull him further away. “What the fuck is that?” I mutter under my breath.

Damon laughed as if I was funny. I can't lose here because even though I'm an omega, I'm strong! I will not let myself be defeated in front of Amoux. Being an omega is a big shame for him, so I have to be good at fighting. Who said that a personal doctor can only do treatment? Because I'll make sure I'm different.

She asked with suspicion lingering in her eyes. “I… I think our Alpha mentioned it.” I lied, rattling out. “He didn’t.” She shook her head. “Well, he just did. Let’s go prepare.” I scurried away from her before she bantered me with questions. I had to be careful of the way I predicted things. The Omegas were the lowest-ranking servants in the pack and we were the ones in charge of organizing the field for Steven’s welcome banquet. I returned to the venue to take a final look at it before the event time, the canopies were in the right place including the chairs, tables, and food sets.