Omega Bruce Wayne Novels & Stories

“Please make it quick, because I want to get out of here.” “I’ll get you out, I promise,” he said, “but you’ll have to wait just a little bit longer. I’m sorry.” “What? Why?” she said with frustration. “Because I’m not strong enough yet,” he replied. “Yet? You are not strong now, but you will be in a little while?” she mused. “I do not understand this.” Bruce took a deep breath of resignation. “Okay. Here goes,” he began. “Back in New York I had an encounter with a family of werewolves and I got a gash on my arm by one of them and now I’m contaminated.”

"We're sorry. We'll pay you back somehow. We'll work for you, do whatever you want—" "What I want," I said, selecting a particularly sharp blade from the case, "is for you to understand the consequences of your actions. You see, gentlemen, I have a reputation to maintain. When word gets out that three nobody alphas attacked my omega and lived to tell about it, it sends the wrong message." I tested the blade's edge against my thumb, drawing a thin line of blood. "It suggests that I'm weak. That my protection means nothing." Thomas Wayne was still trying to maintain his defiance, even hanging there like a piece of meat. "Your omega? That little slut isn't worth this trouble. You want to know w

the old man continued. “You said the vision she saw would help,” Wayne spoke. The old man nodded. “Before then, can I know what exactly Wayne's powers are? This Big Bad Alpha thingy, I feel there's more to it than the outside world knows,” Olive stated while staring at Wayne. “Oh, that one is between you and him. He should tell you everything. Bug him to tell you everything,” Mufasa replied. Wayne again shot him a deathly glare. But as always, he didn't seem to care that he was being glared at.

But when he saw Ashly walk in their school hall several years ago, he couldn't escape the charm that was brought by his wide smile. Then they were tasked with helping students in their school, and many of them are omegas. Alex wasn't a typical Alpha. He respects everyone, even Alpha or Omega. He was confident in his ability; he knew damn well he could pull this particular trick to earn more respect from Ashly. But what surprised him was Ashly's compliment. It's been a month, and for him, it's still new. He was helping others as well, as if he were really doing this for himself, more like Ashly. He managed to match Omega's emotions, and he helped them. That was how Alex found himself being dr

Bruce was second in line, his brother Conrad, was supposed to be dad’s Beta. Bruce and Conrad had been out on patrol one early morning when they got a mind-link that rogues had breached the northern border. By the time my grandfather, dad and our warriors got there, Conrad was dead. Bruce was holding his brother’s dead body in his arms, crying. The area looked like a fight had happened and Bruce had injuries that were slowly healing. He was covered in blood that we assumed was rogue blood mixed with his and Conrad’s since he was holding his bloody body. No one ever questioned his story. I mean why would they, Conrad was his brother. What if Bruce arranged to have his brother killed for the B

Everyone waited with hopeful anticipation, wanting to know how he would explain this to Amber, who clearly appeared upset and confused. Zack turned to his friends, seeking support in their gazes. However, all he saw was confusion on their faces. Emily, who had been looking down, felt increasingly pressured by the situation. The “omega” label that Amber had placed on her for so long continued to haunt her thoughts. Although she was the daughter of the Alpha, that small and powerless feeling remained firmly attached to her.

Why did Cody let go of me so easily? Not long after, the future Belta, Bruce Atton Comes out. He announces, “Mr. Stark wants to see you all individually. You will be invited to his office.” He is a handsome man, in a black suit. He looks professional and kind. I notice that he deliberately walks past Betty and says in a low voice, “Easy.” I wonder why he does it. I want to ask Betty, but there are too many werewolves around. I am afraid of being beaten again.

You wouldn’t believe what happened next! Alpha Genesis’ POV: “You’re going right?” My beta asked me, staring. “I’m not sure it’s appropriate, Dickson.” I said. About 2 weeks ago I had gotten an email saying I was invited to an omegas birthday party. I didn’t think it was appropriate to go to someone’s birthday party that was in my pack unless I actually knew them. I definitely did not know this one. Also, everyone would expect me to go to their birthday parties if I show up to hers. Wouldn’t they?…

I argued. “Lesson one….” Lucan said as he walked much closer. I could feel his breath against my face, fresher and heavier this time. My heart skipped a beat as I looked into his eyes, but I looked away immediately. “Rowan is the beta. You’re the Luna. Who holds higher power?” I swallowed, then answered. “The Luna,” “Who is?” “Me,” I said. His grin was wide and noticeable even if I wasn’t staring at him.

“But you’re not in this alone, no matter how much you think you are.” I looked at him then, really looked at him. There was no hesitation in his words, no doubt. Just the quiet, steady certainty that he meant every single thing he said. I hesitated before asking, “What does it even mean to be an omega?” Nolan was quiet for a moment, then leaned back, considering his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he started. “They have… a different energy than others. It’s not about strength or dominance—it’s about balance. Omegas connect to alphas in ways that no one else can. It’s instinctual.”