Mine To Claim, Omega นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“She submitted an appeal instead of defying the ruling.” “That does not make her obedient,” another argued. “No,” Kael agreed. “It makes her disciplined.” That word lingered. The clan leader leaned back. “Her data is… thorough.” “She listed sixty-three herbs she has assisted with,” an elder said reluctantly. “Including three we import.” “And noted wastage reduction,” another added. “Margins improved.” The room grew quieter. “She is still an omega,” someone insisted, weaker now. Kael’s voice was calm. “She is a resource you are choosing not to classify.”

Then she spoke. “Are you trying to publicly claim me, Declan?” I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me. Oh, my little minx. She'd seduced me to the point where I almost lost my mind so I could lower my guard. And then she ambushed me with this question. In our world, if an alpha claimed am omega, it was the most binding marker between them, even more potent than a marriage. Marking each other with their bites was going to be final seal to the claiming but publicly claiming each other was the first step.

“Then, what are you uneasy about like this? We love each other, isn't that more than enough. Do you believe me if I am happy if I live with you? If you don't believe me, then I will promise to always accept you, accompanying you in difficult or happy circumstances. Whatever our circumstances will be, I still love you because you are my Alpha.” The beautiful Omega smiled heartily with her hands stretched out, stroking tan-skinned cheeks under her body.

Every nerve in his body sharpens toward this moment: the claiming, the bite, the irrevocable bond. " You’re mine,” he hisses against her mouth, words a demand and a question all at once. His fingers curl beneath her sweater, mapping the swell of her breasts, the hollow of her ribs, memorizing every inch. Lyric's breath catches. "I'm yours," she whispers, voice trembling with finality. Her Omega core pulses with liquid heat, a warm slickness spreading down her inner thighs as her body prepares itself instinctively for the claiming to come. The scent of her readiness fills the air between them, primal and unmistakable.

Another Elder chipped in. "I don't want her, and I don't want the child she claims to be carrying for me," I snarled at the man who had just finished speaking. Then, I turned to another one. "And just in case you all are forgetting, she is nothing but an Omega," I reminded them.

I wail in my head. I never even knew that there was anything like the Silver blue moon pack, but I guess it came in handy. “But it is here. I am an omega” I articulate with ten little boldness left in me with my voice almost shaking. His gaze pins on me unshakingly. Stung at him makes me want more.

I’ve just claimed to an Alpha that I was the source of the magic on the beach here last night. I don’t know if I’ll get away with the lie, but I’ve certainly committed to it. I stand my ground as he steps toward me, lifting his nose and sniffing the air. “You are an Omega,” he says. “I have never heard of an Omega able to wield such power.” “I am a Luna, too,” I insist. “I have met many Lunas, and still none of them were capable of what seems to have happened here last night.”

“Black Fang is next.” We leave at dusk. Three more saved. Seven total now. Thirty-six to go. Borin walks us to the gate. “Vincent fooled a lot of us,” he says. “But that’s no excuse.” “No,” Cleric agrees. “It’s not.” “Black Fang will fight,” Borin says. “Their Alpha, Raze, collects omegas. Likes them young.” My stomach turns. “Then we hit harder,” Alaric says. We ride north.

A small voice says from behind me. I turn around to see a young woman with a tiny frame standing in the doorway. Her long black hair hanging over both shoulders, framing her face. "Who are you? I haven't seen you here before." "Sienna. I'm from Alpha Gregory's pack, or at least I used to be. I was an omega, just like you." "Oh okay. My name is Mark. Nice to meet you." I get up and walk towards her with my hand extended. She takes it, and clasps her other hand over mine.

His laughter slowly died down as he looked at us again. “That’s what everyone believes which suits us just fine.” He scratched his chin. “We formed an alliance with an Omega Centre. Legally they can only do so much to help omegas in trouble. That’s where we come in. We protect omegas from danger, and make them disappear if we have to.” His eyes darted to mine. “We don’t hurt omegas.” “How do we know that you’re telling the truth?” “I’ll show you if you decide to accept our help.”