Omega Bruce Wayne Novels & Stories

Drake demanded. Emily gave a small shake of her head. "I won't look." "Come on, Emily," he said as she looked at him. Always keep in mind that the alpha is a werewolf with a short fuse. Leia recited the line in her head. "No, Leia, you need to be quiet. " Just get out of my head and quit reading that book already!" She growled at her wolf companion.

“What the fuvk! those werewolves went into hiding? Where are they now? What is your plan?” “My plan is simple…” “Nothing you say is ever simple, Lucas.” Fabiano shook his head. He had known Lucas for long to believe his plan would be simple. “I am the lord of the Vampires after all…” he grinned evilly. “Hold up, how does this story take away the fact that they have an Alpha who wouldn’t sit back and watch us take over his throne?” Lauretha asked. “His name is Alpha Arthur. And as I am speaking to you right now, he will be dead in a few hours’ time and that is when we strike. This is top secret. No one else must learn of this until the mission is successful.”

Bruce continues, annoying his eldest friend with a silly look on his face. Liza just rolls her eyes. No matter how many times she convinces her pals to believe it, they are just creating fun out of it. "Whoosh, Whoosh!" Bruce wiles his hand like an air bender, his funny gestures cause Missy and Miguel to chuckle. Pressing his chin to his chest to make his voice sound deep, he says "I am Bruce Allen Abhir your mighty warrior, protector of the earth and sky!" acting like he is indeed a warrior.

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?”

Even without a wolf's scent, my instincts were screaming. ​A man stepped into the sickly yellow light of the neon sign. He didn't smell like a wolf. He didn't even smell entirely human. He smelled like ozone, old parchment, and burnt circuitry. He was an Outcaster—a "Static," one of the rare humans who lived on the fringes of the Lycan corporate world, surviving by selling the one thing wolves couldn't master: pure, unadulterated data. ​"Nobody is looking for me," I rasped. My voice sounded like it had been dragged over gravel. "I'm an Omega. I'm nothing."

Bruce smiled and then looked at Douglas. “Get the whip and wolfsbane.” Bruce ordered him. Douglas sighed and went to the car. Jace rolled his eyes at the fact that they carried that stuff around with them. “You two get over here and string your Alpha up to that tree.” Bruce smiled. Dante and Matt’s eyes both glowed as their wolf fought to disobey the order but couldn't help but follow it. Douglas returned with ropes, whip, and a jar of powered Wolfsbane. Jace shook his head, they were very dramatic. Bruce nodded to Matt and Dante to get Jace, they both hesitated and Bruce was becoming upset.

The mutant vampires had come and taken her to their den where they were already holding Shen. I stared with disbelief at Bruce standing in the doorway. The moon was still full but my cousin was once again my cousin. Shouldn’t he be a wolf? “Let me see the map,” Bruce growled in a voice that was slightly deeper than his normal one. “Let me see where those bastards took her.” “You’re not a wolf?” I asked, more than said. “I’ll explain later. Right now, we have some bastard vampires to kill,” he said with a snarl.

My father smacked his head like he forgot something. “King Edward sent his Beta here. He's been waiting for you.” He murmured, and I didn't know why he was teasing me. I frowned as I rushed towards the entrance of the pack, and saw Wayne talking with Marcus. Marcus was taller than Wayne. He had a masculine build while Wayne seemed like the normal body of the man. Wayne didn't like to exercise since he always wanted to walk around the pack house. “I don't see any reason for your King to send you here. I already said to Alpha---”

He then grabbed a handful of Bruce’s hair, pulling it backward, and scanning his swollen eyes, punctured lips and crooked nose. “Confess now, omega! Confess your sins and this will be over.” “I-I w..will not s-say anything…” he whispered. I just shook my head seeing Bruce like this. He was too blinded by his love for Ashley that he was willing to die for her selfish schemes.

"Resting beautifully." He swings toward my shoulder. I duck. The motion sends a bright pull through my bad leg. I breathe through it, feel the wolf watching from inside, alert but quiet. One breath in. One breath out. I strike the flat of my knife against Bran's wrist and step clear. The floor shudders beneath my boot. Not hard. Enough. I stop. Bran lowers the staff. "What?" The ward-lamps along the wall dim. A thread of blue light slips from the floorboard seam at my feet.