Omega Bruce Wayne Novels & Stories

"Bruce Silvermoon! Cici, you're always so buried in your potions, you probably don't follow this stuff. He's the sole Alpha heir of the Silver Moon Pack, the biggest celebrity in the werewolf world!" "...Do you have a high-definition magic photo of him?" "Sure, look at this moving picture." The image on the newspaper began to move. In the clip, the man was wearing an impeccably tailored black suit, stepping out of a luxury car. His eyes were filled with a chilling murderous intent and authority. Though he lacked the tender, doting look he used to give me, I'd recognize that face even if it were reduced to ash. That was my Bruce, the one who only knew how to wash socks, scrub cauldrons, and w

I’m currently sitting in my dad’s office hugging my dad. “Thank you, my sweetheart. I really needed that,” he sighs. You see, I am an Omega. Not the lowest of the pack that you normally hear about, but the kind who has a very special ability. I can calm people with just my presence, but it’s more effective if I am in close proximity to them. When I was brought to my parents, my omega waves were crazy strong. They still are, but back then, they started a war.

"And I know you want to see him lose too. "Why do you think that? What makes you think I want to look for more problems and not leave things as they are?" Abell looked at Little Alpha in front of him and then at the three wolves around him. "Because you've already shown yourself too much of a coward for an Alpha." He heard the growls and remained staring at Bruce. She needed to pull that trigger. He couldn't be taken along with his cowardice. Bruce has a pack. And he alone could do nothing against Stanley.

He plays the footage from the camera flash he got from the lab. We carefully watch everything in the video. Alpha Tate’s wolf wasn’t comfortable seeing it again, he’s growling and radiating anger energy from his body, but we had to watch it. It’s the only way to know who these scientists are. “There.” He points at the screen. Oliver pauses the video, taking it back a little and stops at the face of one of the doctors. “Isn’t that Justin’s father?” Oliver asks, staring at the screen intensely. He does look exactly like Justin though.

One man, and already the room had changed. And then he walked in. Wayne Bruce. Perfectly styled brown hair. Wild green eyes I used to get lost in. Dimples I'd kissed more times than I could count. Lips that had once tasted like everything I thought I needed. He still walked like he owned everything. He sat directly in front of us, a smug smirk tugging at his lips as if he were amused by his own dramatic entrance. My jaw tensed. "Nice to see you again, Mr. Sora," he said smoothly, extending a hand.

Although he's pretty funny and fun-loving, as the head of the Greek syndicate he's done many more killings than I'd have fucked women during my teenage years. "For a moment I thought we're under attack." Conor rubbed a palm to his face as he sighed loudly. "I had an anxiety attack," Rogue said. "This would have been the first time being attacked on my own property." "I was shocked too. Like who's honed the talent and courage to mess with Bruce Wayne's tech-protected property." Evan joked. I've learned Rogue also goes by the nickname Bruce Wayne because he's exceptionally rich like the character disguised as batman in the show.

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"A what?" He laughed. "An Omega man. He doesn't care about being seen by his peers as the toughest, smartest, most popular." "Like the typical alpha," she commented. "Exactly. Omega men have a resourcefulness and cunning to get the job done with their own skill. They are all things alpha and more." He swallowed some coffee. "When I left for the Marines, my father gave me a tiny pin to wear, the Greek Omega symbol. He told me to carry it into battle and use it as a guiding force in my life. It gave me strength without wearing my ego on my sleeve."

My power clawed at the threads, tried to smother the cracks, and tried to seal the abyss. And for one breathless instant… it almost worked. Almost.. But the void screamed. A soundless, endless scream that ripped through my marrow. My pheromones faltered. The abyss devoured them, like swallowing light into a black hole. My knees buckled, chest caving inward. “No…” I gasped, the word raw, shredded. “No, no, no!” “My omega..” His voice. Vlad’s voice. I whipped my head toward him, tears already streaming. He stood at the center of it all, shadows bleeding from his frame, glyphs blazing brighter than I’d ever seen—bright, and unstable.

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.