Ohma Zio Novels & Stories

Zante looks at me concerned and Kodan glances nervously at Zev. “Who is that?” I demand and stalk towards Zante and sniff the air around him. My eyes fill with tears and I realise I can smell another Omega on him. It was strongest on Zante meaning she had been very close to him recently. I walk away from them, my body trembling with anger. I turn to face them, trying not to inhale the stench that oozed from them.

Seth Lacklord, the country's richest Omega. His beauty transcends a thousand deities, his smile can melt a ton of gold in an instant. He can buy your loyalty, he can buy your love, he can even buy your soul but... this richest omega only wanted one thing, his Alpha's love.

I do see the way he looks at me, and I hear his muffled compliments as I walk by sometimes. BAM! I hold my head, shit what the hell, I look up and I have just ran smack into Lorenzo himself. There he is standing there, about 6 foot, strong, dark brown eyes, beautiful ebony skin. "way to go girl, just mow him down next time" Meda laughs in my mind, "oh meda, lets shift and run away", "are you kidding me Annette, we never run, ever" Meda says sternly, which gives me my confidence back immediatly.

I won't bother starting an argument with him. I'm just not in the mood. "What thing? You're being oddly sentimental." "Am I?" He arches a brow at me. "Just tell me what's wrong." "That thing with Lilieth." Lennox looks from side to side before asking me, "Who the hell is that?" "The Omega." "It has a name?" I find his joke tasteless and it shows. Lennox rolls his eyes at me and leans forward, resting his elbows on his thighs. "Cadeon, you're losing it, you know that? What about the Omega has you in this mood?"

Richard watched the whole scene as it unfolded almost close to the gates of the small school. He noticed her alright, but he can’t say a word, he always can’t say a word. He was out here waiting for his bestie, a zoology major, and part time cleaner. He sights her purple pixie and small size frame when he is about to make a move, he runs toward her small frame, his big body feeling light. He snorts, when he thinks of the very bad turn of events, he was supposed to be supernatural for God’s sake, but he couldn’t even heal, his ribs still ached, and he could feel liquid seeping out of whatever hole that was created during the blows each time he breathes.

Sinn looked at her questioningly, then turned behind her, looking in the mirror. “Holy crap!” She exclaimed, seeing now the complete mark on her body. “I’m going to kill that bastard!” She raged, turning around and touching the mark to see how far it reached. Anna laughed, loudly. “Don’t be ridiculous, it looks like the coolest tattoo, ever, I’ve never seen such a mark, never!” She flailed her arms as if trying to convince Sinn, how wonderful she looked. “Besides, I knew something wasn’t right about your origin, you couldn’t possibly be an omega.” Anna looked at her thoughtfully, with her hand on her chin.

“Don’t stop now. Every drop is a kiss from your favorite brother.” The moment the last marroon glimmer disappeared from the glass, Asher let out a trembling exhale. His eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed with the pleasure of his success. Zane, the fucking golden bastard of the West family was seconds away from becoming the thing he loathed the most. An Omega. The Dezone-Vita, according to the research papers would charge so fast and fucking hard, Zane wouldn’t even know what hit him. He had no fucking idea that in a matter of minutes, his body would betray him, begging to be fucked. That ironclad jaw and sharp eyes reduced to whimpers and fucking omega need.

His voice sharper now “my pheromones were—” Zane paused, his eyes widening, as something had clicked in place. “You are an omega.” His words came out slowly, as if he were tasting them for the first time. A chill went down my sore back. John’s words echoed in my head, don’t let Zane find out you are an omega. He hates them. My chest tightened so hard I couldn’t breathe. Don’t worry, I told myself. Zane only hated them because they framed his brother. But I wasn’t doing that now. I wasn’t framing him.

That night, Zarya didn’t come back to our apartment. I knew where she was. The next morning, I opened the pack’s internal security network. The top story was a new update. Alpha Zarya had ordered a hundred thousand dollars’ worth of rare herbs for Soren. Dragon’s Blood Vine, Moonflower Fruit, and Soul-Ease Root—all top-shelf remedies used to soothe an Omega after knotting and stabilize a permanent mate bond. The comment section exploded. “Our Alpha is spending that much energy on someone else?”

“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