Novel & Cerita Omega Book

Henry*** Dean’s voice sliced through the night, dripping with scorn. "The omega wants to play Alpha," he drawled, his smirk sharp enough to cut. The crowd of wolves parted around us, forming a wide circle. Their movements were almost synchronized, as if compelled by an unspoken force. Shadows flickered under the dim moonlight, their eyes glowing with a mixture of curiosity and dread. Whispers rippled through the ranks, barely audible over the low growls of those in wolf form. The tension was palpable, an electric charge in the air that seemed to grow with every breath.

She asked. Lexie's senses came flying back then. What had she just done? From the get-go, her plan had been to make it through this party by keeping her head down. If no one noticed her, she could return to her room in one piece. That wouldn't be happening now, because she had gone and run her mouth. The second woman sniffed the air, and immediately frowned. "Are you an omega?" The question was like a blow in Lexie's guts. Following suit, the first woman sniffed Lexie's scent. "My gosh, you really are an omega!" She confirmed.

Except he was the person on the bike that night. “You’ve been following me around?” I narrowed my gaze, my fingers curling into a fist. He dipped the phone back into his pocket. “Let’s just say I take an interest in patients before treating them.” “I’m not your patient.” “Not yet,” he said, still calm. “But if I were to release the pictures and tell the world that you are becoming an omega. Imagine how the press would ravage it. ‘Tom Rivers is becoming an Omega for Gerard Vance, the man who created the Omega drug so Alphas could fall in love.” He paused, staring at me. “Beautiful headline. Do you think your father would like it?”

I can't believe I actually got the book! A few minutes ago, I was down and depressed, thinking that I would never get this book or learn more about my kind. The moon goddess really is on my side. I flip open to the first page, and never in my life has time flowed faster than it did at that moment. From what I have gathered so far, this book is quite shocking. It says here that omegas have always been known to be the weakest of all wolves. But the moon goddess granted them mythic powers as compensation to make up for their weaker wolves. Who the hell would have thought?

I don't know why even though I don't like her, but I feel sad every time I remember Charmaine. Rumor has it that Edward Adler's 20-year-old youngest daughter was born an Omega. Alex explained to me that Omega is a werewolf who can't change himself into his wolf form, because that's why Omega is usually considered weaker than normal werewolves. No one could confirm this rumor because Adler confined his daughter in their fiefdom, only his first son as Alpha's successor was introduced to the public. We both think it's for that reason that Adler was so thirsty for power and strength.

While not a long time has passed since Caleb and I met, I know he is a good male. He made a pack for rogues like me. Whatever he decided to do with the Omegas that had… hurt him, I am sure it is not something bad. We go up a few flights of stairs until we reach the last floor of—wherever Tatiana brought me. The library encompasses the entire floor, with many bookcases stacked full of books -many of them looking very old. Sitting at a desk, behind the screen of a computer, an Omega is typing something fast. Her scent lets me know she is a berserker.

says Luca The food arrives and oh my god it is amazing, the best food I think I have ever tasted am ravenous for some reason as well, since being around the guys weird things have been happening. I am super horny I feel like I haven’t eaten in weeks and my eyes glow. So I’m putting it down to finding my mates. Although I haven’t heard of these things happening before. But they said I am Omega, which they aren’t heard of normally. Omega are rare and from what I have heard are meant to be cherished and loved and protected. But I don’t understand how I can be Omega when my parents are of Alpha blood.

My lips crack with thirst. The door creaks open. Light slices into the dark. My heart leaps in terror, expecting Clara’s shadow. But it’s not her. A hand slips in. Trembling. Thin. In it, a piece of bread and a dented cup of water. I lift my gaze. Another Omega stands there, eyes wide with fear and pity. “Eat,” she whispers. “Please. Before they come back.” Tears sting my eyes, hot and humiliating. Not for the pain, not for the rejection. But for this—the fragile kindness of an omega.

Drown in facts until my emotions had to stand on a chair and wave to get attention. I opened my laptop, the hinge warm against my knees. The screen reflected back a woman who looked like she hadn’t slept and like she might never again and like she’d fight anyone who tried to write that fact for her. I typed werewolf pack hierarchy into the search bar like I hadn’t spent a week rolling my eyes at shop-gossip words: Beta, Gamma, Omega. Sean had said Omega and I’d thought it was a joke. I felt stupid enough to apologize to him tomorrow and bring him a cookie.

“I’ve never seen anything like this before. Not in my old pack, not anywhere. And I really don’t get why… why me? Why do I have something like this?” Fiona stayed quiet beside me, but I could feel her eyes on me. Abuela, however, watched me closely, her expression unreadable. “I’m a nobody,” I whispered. “Just an omega. That’s all I’ve ever been. And things like this? Powers like this? They only happen to people from high-ranking bloodlines. To Alphas, Lunas, warriors, not people like me. Not someone who grew up cleaning and obeying orders.” There was a heavy silence in the room after I spoke. I looked at Abuela, expecting her to say something like, “Don’t talk like that,” or “You’re not a n