Omega Bruce Wayne Novels & Stories

She questioned, looking troubled. The rage in her eyes was a clear sign of her deep hate for werewolves. Since the spirit dwelling in me no longer felt like putting her down like her armies, I calmly said, “It’s no sorcery. I am an Omega.” “Don’t lie to me!” She raised her voice, flashing her eyes at me. “You are using something to make yourself unstoppable! No ordinary wolf can beat a whole army of my strong Vampires. It’s an impossible thing to do, unless you’re using dark magic!” She accused, refusing to belief me.

Finally, she took a deep breath and said the last sentence. This should be innocuous. She did not say the "bright future" in an impassioned or inspiring way, but it happened to be consistent with Bruce's style. He is the kind of alpha who is calm but speaks with weight. He has no obvious emotions, but what he say, he make true. Luna should be consistent with alpha. After saying this, she raised her glass to greet everyone, then looked at Bruce cordially, clinked her glasses, and took another sip. Do every action well and the opening task will be over.

Through the trees, I see them. The Beta’s son. Marcus. Twice my size, all muscle and arrogance. And beneath him—my friend. The same Omega who slipped me bread and water last night. Her hands try desperately to grab on something, her eyes wide with terror. Marcus’s hand covers her mouth, his other holding her down. “No…” My heart skips a beat . My body moves before my mind catches up. I grab a branch from the ground, lift it high, and bring it crashing down on Marcus’s back.

Watching Creedmore go down the cliff. *************** Hey.. what's wrong? Bruce asked, as he sat close to Olive. I feel dizzy. She whispered, leaning on him and wrapping her hand around his body. Dr Tyler will be done soon, wait a bit. He said and she nodded. Dr Tyler was Bruce's Personal Doctor, he was a young guy just like Bruce. He had broad shoulders and looked more like a gangster than a doctor. He was really cute in his white attire. Let's go in. Bruce said, and she nodded.

"Alpha." I looked at Rowan. "Alpha? He knows you are a werewolf?" "Bruce is my Beta," Rowan said simply. "Your what?" "Second-in-command," Bruce supplied helpfully, looking delighted by my confusion. "Think of it like a vice president. Rowan leads, I help execute his orders. Alice handles security and military as Gamma." He gestured toward Alice, who raised a hand in acknowledgment. "It's a whole system. Very organized." "I had no idea," I said, because I genuinely hadn't. "I thought You were just — you were his friend. In the human world."

Luca stops outside a hut, glances around once, then pushes open the tent flap. The inside is dim. Warm. And there, curled up on a mat, is the fair-headed Omega. His eyes blinks open slowly, looking confused as he watches Luca approach, then fear shoots through him. “Why…”Before the boy can scream, Luca is already moving, his hand clamping over the boy’s mouth. The Omega thrashed violently, his wide hazel eyes locking onto his in panic. Luca doesn’t flinch. He binds the boy’s wrists and ankles, stuffing a cloth between his lips, and slings him over his shoulder.

he reminded him. "It can be revived if I can get an omega" Haynes explained further. "Which you were unable to find after searching many communities of werewolves for years. Or are you planning to send me to the werewolves so that I could get bitten and become a 'floater' like you?" Sergeanti laughed hysterically. He had discovered his plans. Haynes was a very dubious dishonest and wicked wizard. "No, you don't need to go and search for any werewolves because an omega is lurking in Greenford right now" Haynes ascertained.

In his place stood a man who radiated a quiet, terrifyingly formidable power. Oscar hadn't just 'done well'. He had built Wayne Industries, a sustainable timber empire, but in the supernatural world, he was something much more: he was a Natural Alpha. He had gathered the displaced, the rogues, and the ‘unwanted’ wolves and turned these thousand acres of mountain forest into a fortress. If Duncan Alonso was an Alpha of cold steel and glass, Oscar Wayne was an Alpha of deep roots and solid oak. They were equals in power, but worlds apart in soul.

“Faster, Bruce! If you can’t outrun your prey, you don’t deserve the power you’ve been given.” Bruce pushed harder, his limbs burning with exertion as he weaved through the dense underbrush. The moonlight barely pierced the canopy, and the shadows seemed to shift and move of their own accord. His wolf form was still unfamiliar, his muscles unsteady as he navigated the terrain. His fur, a light brown with a large black patch on his back, shimmered faintly in the moonlight, a sharp contrast to the vibrant greens and browns of the forest around him. The color seemed to mirror the turmoil within him—chaotic and brooding, yet determined. But the drive to prove himself—to Malrik, to Sarai, to ever