Romans & histoires Ohma Zio

someone called out in agreement and more voices joined. “Divorce your omega wife and you can marry your fated mate. The moon goddess has blessed you with a beta born as your mate! With her by your side, you will finally be stronger and we can win the war. The future of the pack is going to be safe!” Elder Zachary cheered.

Zinnia was born beautiful, she was an extremely attractive and pretty woman in her pack and every other wolf was waiting for her to find her wolf so she could find the lucky mate who'll have such a beauty. And no wonder, such beauty wasn't for some normal wolf, she was mated to the Alpha of the pack, Dante Arnold, the man who was famous of his cruelty towards the omegas. Zinnia was so shocked and hurt at the discovery that she didn't waste a second and ran away from him when he found her being his mate.

Her core started to tingle. “Zoey, cover up.” Zoey pretended like she was going through a bad pain. She winced and covered up. Charlotte could see the shadows of pain in Zoey’s eyes, and it made her heart troubled. “Which pack do you come from again? I do not remember,” Charlotte asked gently, hoping to ease the tension in the room. Zoey looked up, her gaze hesitant. “I come from the Moon Sturdy Pack,” she replied softly. “I’ve been an omega since I was little. Life hasn’t been fair to me.”

Naelle slid behind a console, breathing heavily, eyes wide. And in the center of it all stood the Omega. Changed. Not just in power—but in presence. His skin shimmered like starlight, faintly translucent under a lattice of glowing veins. His hair, once silver, now floated around his face like white fire. His eyes had gone completely violet—no whites, no pupils—only a glow so intense it burned to look at. “Subject V-Zero-One,” Lazarus whispered in awe. “Perfected.” “You monster,” Soo-ah growled, rising to his feet.

I tell him. “Are they other shifters like that too?” He asks. “Yes, there are other omegas like Lena..” I tell him. He nods his head at me and we both walk back to the house in comfortable silence. When we enter, Zeo is in the living room watching tv with Mark. “Well it looks like you had some fun.” Zeo says with a smirk on his face. “What are you talking about?” I ask him. He points his hand towards my shirt and I look down and see that it has blood splatter all over it.

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?"

She asked the group of people who were now coming out of the dark and into the light when they were sure the dragon was too hurt to attack them. "I have something that might help," Ozone, leader of the merpeople stepped forward. "But it's going to cost you something," Ozone hummed. "Yeah, name it," Zoey snapped her fingers. Ozone sniffed Zoey and hummed. He liked what he smelt. "You will know in due time," Ozone walked up to her and held her palm out. "My saliva has healing properties, just like yours, but mine is a million times more powerful," he explained. He coughed up as much spit as he could, and Zoey collected it in her palm.

I held my breath and run farther behind a tree and what I saw next almost made my jaw drop. Because Zella's mate is an Omega like me.

Approaching Zora with respect, aware that the red-furred wolf wouldn't easily accept an omega as her caretaker, she scrutinized me from head to toe, her voice echoing with a mix of challenge and superiority. Accepting the responsibility, I approached Zora, who eyed me with an evaluating expression. With all the seriousness I could muster, I introduced myself, “My name is Fierce, at your service, Zora.” Zora's eyes gleamed with a silent challenge as she analyzed every detail. It was evident she expected more than just the assistance of a common omega. Her posture indicated she was accustomed to a higher standard. “I hope you're more than just an omega,” Zora said, her voice tinged with disdai

Looked like he hadn’t slept in days. “Y-yes, ma’am.” “Don’t call me ma’am!” I grabbed his collar but Kane came in between and separated us. “Calm down, Kat.” “Never tell a woman to calm down!” Kane’s eyebrow rose as I barked at them. Before I could see their reactions, I turned back to the Zeta. “Have you even been doing your work?” Zetas are like Omegas, except they are ridiculously intelligent and every pack has its own Zeta. They are on the rank, right after Gamma and before Sigmas.