Mouse Oc Novels & Stories

Make the right decision. All I can hear is a low, angry growl and I realise it is coming from me and Atari.

“B-But… Why me? I am just an omega.” Alpha Jake glanced at Mara, sensing her uncertainty and the weight of the situation upon her shoulders. He spoke with a calm and reassuring tone, "Mara, in the eyes of the moon goddess, the status of an omega, beta, or alpha doesn't define one's worthiness. The moon goddess's choice is not based on societal ranks or hierarchies within the pack. It's about a deeper connection, a bond that goes beyond what we can see on the surface."

Luke says. "Shoot, I can't tomorrow. I have a long day at work." I explain. "I get back next week Tuesday, how about Wednesday after work then?" Luke asks. "Yeah sure." I say not paying attention to whatever he was saying because of the sight of Mason right in front of me. Technically he is in his bathroom, but the door is open so how can I not look. Mason drops his black boxer briefs and then turns. I get a full frontal view. He's hung and rippled with muscles. Fucking hell, my stomach clenches. He walks back up the hall to the closet. When he glances up, our eyes lock.

' 'You're so dramatic. The white wolf took a step forward and then another until its snot was resting in Allen palm. It sniffed around Allen clothes, the ocean scent filling its senses, there was another scent also attached to her scent, something like floral laundry powder. The wolf moves on to the boy and girl at the back and sniffed his palm too. A familiar jasmine scent was emitting from the omega. She smells familiar. Because she's the one that cuddles us a lot. 'Allen looks like a teddy.....or a stu

“Of course, Dr. Monroe. We’re currently testing a new drug designed to treat neurodegenerative diseases. It’s still in the early stages, but we’ve had some promising results.” Lisa nodded, pretending to be interested. “That sounds fascinating. Could you show me some of your data?” The technician hesitated, glancing over at one of her colleagues before nodding. “Sure, just give me a moment.” As the technician pulled up the data on her computer, Lisa’s eyes wandered around the lab. She noticed a locked cabinet in the corner, labeled *Restricted Access.* Her curiosity piqued, but she knew she couldn’t draw attention to it—not yet.

Alexandra Dellarosa POV Tiny's death did not make anything easy for us. In fact, if his death did anything, it was to keep Mr. Moose on his toes. This wasn't a welcome development because Moose watched us like a hawk would do its prey. It was evident that he leaned into a particular interest in me not because of the little dibs game that he had played earlier with Tiny but because the incident had formed an opinion in his head that I was responsible for his friend's death. He didn't need to say much, his expression did all the talking.