Maverick Omori Novels & Stories

He grinned at her in a way she could only describe as predatory. "Who are you?" Liv tried to stand, but was still unable to make it to her feet. Her head swam from the blow to her head. "Come now, beauty. Let me help you." The strange man lifted her by the armpits and walked her to a fur covered chair near a table. "I am Killian O'Mara of the Blackfoot Pack," he said with the slightest Irish lilt to his voice. He gave her a courtly little bow before sitting in the chair across the table from her.

It was a deadly skill and one which can only be used by a swordmaster. A swordmaster? Ugo's lips parted with smiles. Her father was the master of all masters. She hasn't seen anyone in the village that can match his skill. Even though he had surrendered his weapons to the King and had picked up farm work from the dust, he still was the best. He will always be, despite the nickname, Mmiri (water), or whatever tag the village people have placed on him.

This can't be happening. Not on this day when my dreams of getting married to the man i have always loved. But can i forgo this new made mate bond? Yes, i can. I have to... "Hi, I am Mark Morrison, Beta of Crimson Moon pack." He introduced himself. 'Beta' I scoffed. When i can be Luna. "I am Nicole Williams, and i am the soon to be Luna of silver moon pack." I said and squared my shoulders. "No, this is impossible." He said, utterly in shock.

replies alpha Frank. “then who are we talking about” Archer takes places his butt atop the table. “we are all ears Jeremy” speaks beta Harrison. “charlotte Romero. The former Alpha’s daughter” Jeremy’s voice came out in slow pauses; he knew a female never holds position in the moonstone pack. “will you take back those words! you know where women belong” growls Alpha Frank. “anywhere they want to be, don’t you think so Jeremy, women. Belong. Where. They want to be” Archer smiles at the end of his sentence, and with a sudden jump he gets off the table.

Her sincere smile almost made him melt. According to his colleagues, Emma Claire is an Omega. That must have explained why she looks so gorgeous. And noticing how Emma seems to be extra kind only to him, she must like him even for a tiny bit. Honestly to Zen, Emma is just exactly his type. Maybe his weird thoughts about the CEO must have been just his pent up desires to be in a relationship after being so single for so long. His last serious relationship was still when he was in high school for Pete's sake!

As her aura slowly eased it became easier to breathe. Narissa is the first-born Steward. She holds a strength and title that I could only ever dream of, one that probably would be able to match Zander’s or even his father’s. My strength is nothing compared to what she has. I will admit that a part of me is jealous, but only in the sense that Father kept such an important part of our family away, one that I would have loved to have known all these years.

I snap. Holding up his hand, Maverick murmurs, “Easy there. I’m not the enemy.” With a sigh, I nod. “I know. Just a bit testy over the whole damn situation.” “I get it. I’d probably be a bit cross too if my balls were being twisted like yours are,” Maverick states. The entire time Maverick and I had been talking, mostly me sounding my woes, Asher had continued to plow through the food on his plate, and aside from a snort here and there that erned a glare from me, he’d stayed completely silent.

You wouldn’t believe what happened next! Alpha Genesis’ POV: “You’re going right?” My beta asked me, staring. “I’m not sure it’s appropriate, Dickson.” I said. About 2 weeks ago I had gotten an email saying I was invited to an omegas birthday party. I didn’t think it was appropriate to go to someone’s birthday party that was in my pack unless I actually knew them. I definitely did not know this one. Also, everyone would expect me to go to their birthday parties if I show up to hers. Wouldn’t they?…

“Anna—” “No more half-truths,” I cut in, my voice shaking. “No more avoiding the question. I deserve to know what’s happening to me.” He sighed, his expression unreadable. “You do.” I swallowed hard. “Then tell me. What is an omega?” Nolan hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he finally said. “They’re… different from others. More instinct-driven. More attuned.” I frowned. “Attuned to what?”

In some ways yes, but I don't know if everything that awaits me will be pleasurable, my only way out is to trust that everything will be fine. But, well, not exactly, if anything went wrong I also knew how to defend myself. I don't have a body like mine, without doing exercises and I know how to defend myself, I know how to fight, I've practiced some martial arts, I'm not an expert, but I learned enough to defend myself if necessary. I know I have a disadvantage because I'm an Omega, but I'm confident I could defend myself if the need arose.