Novel & Cerita Ohma Zi O

I whispered, my hands shaking uncontrollably. "You did," Kael said. He stepped closer, inspecting my face. "Your eyes... they were glowing." "Glowing?" "Gold," Kael said. "Pure gold." He looked back at the road where Thorne had knelt. "That was an Alpha Command," Kael said. "You forced an Alpha to kneel with a thought." "I'm an omega," I said, panic rising in my throat. "That's impossible." Kael looked at me, and this time, there was no doubt in his eyes. Only awe. "No," he said. "You're not an omega." He took my hand, his grip tight. "You're a Queen.”

The entire place had gone silent. I kept eating, acting like I couldn’t hear the storm building around me, but inside, I was fully alert. Zion finally leaned back in his chair and looked up at her. His face was unreadable. “And I chose not to answer,” he said simply. Theresa’s face darkened. “You’re ignoring me in front of her?" Zion raised one brow. “Did I say that?” “She’s an omega,” Theresa said again, like that alone explained everything. “She should know her place. Besides if she is sitting here, where should Quincy sit?"

her. "Can't you see I try to watch TV, Fi?" Oma says, glancing at her once. Her accent is thick, nearly broken but hanging on strong enough to be understood. I almost laugh, but stop myself when I see Fiona's face. Oma, however, laughs for me. Her smile is large, taking up much of her face and accentuating her wrinkles.

“The next was a bit difficult, but I improvised—the Zeta. I took the Greek word ‘Ζωή, Zoe’, which means life. I decided to assign them people who had shops with food, water, clothing, entertainment, and generally everything that has to do with the sustenance, retention, and betterment of life. How do you like that?” “Clever. And I’m wondering about the other two letters you showed me…” “Well, it’s just one—the Eta (Ηη) rank. Well, to them, I brought up all the Omegas. I hate the word Omega, David. It’s the last letter. To me, that is humiliating and resembles being a slave. And I demand the behavior of the ranked wolves towards them to be improved. Don’t you think I didn’t catch the fact tha

The quiet in Jace’s cabin felt suffocating, wrapping around me like a heavy blanket. My mind churned, replaying every word he had said, trying to make sense of the impossible. My breath was uneven, my pulse still racing from the weight of the truth. **Omega.**

He claimed that he was in love with me. Since I was a Omega, it was unlikely that I would have a mate. There were a few exceptions to this rule like my mentor, Matilda who was mated to Elder Summers but for the most part, Omegas didn't get mates. The reason was simple. We already caused most pack members to feel protective and care for us. The mate bond would be too much for most werewolves. They would go insane with added feeling of protectiveness that the mate bond would create if they weren't strong enough. Since I was a powerful Omega, it was almost impossible that any wolf would be powerful enough for the Goddess to pair me with.

I have a feeling that she's just here to piss me off and I can't possibly let her do that. “So you're the reason William came to see me that night?” she says from behind me before I can even take two steps away from her. What night is she refering to? “It's because he had found his mate...” she walks past me and stands in front of me again and looks at me from head to toe. “only, she's an Omega.” my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What is she talking about?

"Yea, I am. She is mine. But for now, I am taking her because we need peoples." Zia know her cousin right. We do need as many witnesses as possible for what happened at the center... After an hour they all are sitting inside the Omegas house. Allen is talking to David and John on her phone about something and Liam, Damon and Zia rea with Sebestian. "What your omega is talking to those Alphas." Zia asks and Liam roll his eyes. "My omega? We are not mated yet." Zia looked up from the notebook Sebestian had been writing her recollection in when Damon gasped for the tenth time that afternoon.

BaoBao humphed in agreement. Just as Neoma neared the quiet and dead area where the omegas of different packs gathered, BaoBao sounded alarmed again. [Ward’s eyes are on her! It’s like you said!] Zira moved deeper into the shadows, thus distancing herself from the other omegas. Nobody cared about her movements for two reasons. She was a Darkfire, and Neoma had returned. The tougher omegas jumped at the chance to belittle someone weaker than them. The others laughed at her. Meanwhile, Zira closed her eyes and kept her back towards the group. She looked completely disinterested in everything around her. Nonetheless, she was informed that Neoma had taken note of her.

Then he stepped closer. Something primal slithered through the air. It wrapped around me, warm and electric, like static before a storm. And then—I felt it. A ripple. A tug. Deep in my chest. Like a string being pulled tight. My breath caught. “What the hell,” I muttered. Zane stopped just short of me, so close I could smell his cologne—dark wood, smoke, and something sharp underneath. His eyes scanned me, like he was seeing more than what I was. Like he could see through me. “You’re an omega,” he said. I blinked. “I’m a what?”