Omar Cooper Novels & Stories

Stella's. Cooper let go of me and we both looked at Owen. Leaving his side, I stood beside my mate and passed him a soft smile before looking back at Cooper. “This is—” “I do know who he is,” Cooper said, cutting me off. I kissed my tongue and glared at him but he only winked back. The nerve of this guy. Right in front of my mate. An alpha for that matter. “Alpha Owen, I'm Cooper Stevenson, beta of Grandiose Apex.”

Said he’d rather be buried than admit I came from his blood. But I was nineteen now. And the Moon Goddess, in what I can only assume was a cruel joke, gave me a mate. Alpha Lucan.The golden boy of our pack. Father adored him, called him “the future.” Apparently, that was the only worthwhile thing I’d done—be mated to a man he could mold. “Do you need anything else, Mistress?” a soft voice interrupted my spiral. A young Omega waitress smiled at me, her tray balanced perfectly. “No, I’m fine,” I whispered, forcing a smile. She nodded and melted into the crowd.

I could feel the triplets’ eyes on me, their presence overwhelming, and the bond snapped. “Look at me, Rebecca” Damien said, his voice softer but still strong. My name sounded so amazing coming from him, and I loved the way it made my skin tingle and heart race. I lifted my eyes, meeting his gray gaze, and the bond ignited in my chest, taking my breath away. Kael’s dark eyes were on me too, and studying my figure, while Lucian’s held a mix of curiosity and something warm, that made my heart race. Magnus stepped forward, towering over me. “This is a mistake,” he said, his voice cold. “You are an Omega, and you can’t be their mate.”

Alfredo Fabri POV You see in this business you're either in or you're out. But the “out” in this case implies that you're no longer alive and far from the earthly realm. Getting into the world of organized crime is no child's play, and by virtue of swearing an OMERTÀ, an oath on the Saints, you're in for life. You never get out, never. But there was only ever one exception our little world had witnessed and that's in the case of Lorenzo Rizzo also known as “The Whisper”.

"I'm asking now." Sighing, she dropped the piece of burger she was holding. She forced herself to sober up, fixing the man across her with a solemn stare. "I'm Lexie Cassandra Lancer," She began. "age 24, professional paparazzi and omega of the Chicago Pack." "I'm Marcus Jonathan Fitzwilliam, age 28, Beta in line to the Lycan and heartthrob of many." Marcus mimicked her, also trying to keep the humor out of his voice.

I almost think he wouldn't but then he says; "My brother's mate was an omega." "Was?" I raise an eyebrow. Elmomd nods, turns his eyes to the trees in front of us. "She was treated very badly by her pack. By the time she met my brother... she was too afraid, even of him. No matter how much he tried, it just didrn't work. She was already too broken. It broke him too." I stare at him, holding my breath. "Where are they now?" "Six feet under," A strained smile tugs at his lips. "Both of them."

He motioned his eyes even more as if that added appeal to him. "Of course, you two are perfect. When Amoux and I get married, please attend the ceremony." I was stunned. "Oh really? Congratulations to you and Amoux," Damon's tone was teasing. He peeked at me and grinned, but I forced myself to smile. "Thank you, I'm lucky with Anaya. Being mate with the Alpha female is..." Amoux said arrogantly as he was looking straight at my eyes. Is it because I'm an Omega that he does this to me? Another thing about class! He has no right to do this to me!