Novel & Cerita Omega Collar

A metallic click filled the air, and I felt something cold and hard against my skin. I raised my hand to touch it, my fingers brushing against the metal of a thing. I looked up at Alpha Xander, confusion brewing. “W-what is going on?” I stammered my voice cracking in fear. “An Agony Collar is around your neck,” Alpha Xander replied tartly. “What?!” I exclaimed, knowing too well what an Agony Collar meant. It was a collar to inflict pain on werewolves and to force the werewolf wearing it to confess.

Her hands wobbled as she tightened her grip on the rod like a staff she held. "Omicron wolf, a special and rare kind of wolf?” I heard Adrian's voice. I shifted my gaze to the person standing next to the woman and gasped. It was Adrain. Alpha Adrain, his beta Austin, and two older men, including the old woman, were surrounding an image of a big white wolf. “A dead Omega, woken by her mere presence." Adrains voiced out. My eyes flickered all over him, and then something caught my attention.

He would not wear such a thing. A “collar” is a protective device for an Omega especially during mating. When he mates with Alpha, there’s always a tendency that an Alpha could lose control and bite the Omega even without his consent. So, to prevent further unwanted Bonds, a collar is also a must-have of an Omega but it is more on the optional side. “Well, then, please don’t forget your pills and please take care of yourself more. You’re becoming anemic again.” Ronan chuckles. “Thank you, doc. I’ll see you again.”

The younger beta nodded in acknowledgment and after a final frown at Kari, the man strode from the room. Kari turned his attention back to the mirror. He had to admit, the outfit showed him off, but he felt uncomfortably exposed. His eyes fixed on the soft leather collar that adorned his throat. He had forgotten about that. It was surprisingly comfortable and light- just like the rest of the clothes, making it easy to ignore. The very fact that he could forget about such a blatant statement of ownership left the omega feeling uneasy. The small metal plate at the front had several patterns across it he recognize as words but didn’t understand their meaning. He assumed the first one, larger th

He didn't have the courage to look at her bare chest due to her v-neck top and quickly looked at the opposite direction. Emma, pretending to have just realized the results of her silly action, moves away. "Sorry about that, teehee." She acts cutely and imitates the common actions of a kawaii girl on shoujo animes. **** Zen Alfonso finished typing on his laptop and had the document printed out. He went ahead and leaves the department. But before he rides the elevator, he sees Emma doing heart poses with her arms for him and even going as far as to wink at him repetitively.

all his life it’s been from one bully to the other, the two men were just his new set of bully since last week Tuesday. Charlotte never put the thought of that man out out of his mind, and coincidentally he sat beside her in the biology class, his scent like wood and fur, and something else that screamed power, even she wanted to jump him, and his skin although black drew out his irises, but she could also smell his blood, and her heart pricked, she’s always hated bullies, and the thought that the huge man could be a victim irked her. His eyes once stopped on her and she stopped thinking, it was that beautiful. “hey wolf girl” comes a strong distraction, Alpha Andrews sister, the humblest pe

But, I don't care. “Damelza,” she replied in a soft voice, making the wolf inside my body squirm comfortably. I smiled, and then I ducked to press my forehead against her. “You are so sweet and beautiful, my Omega.” I re-tightened my arms around her slender waist, pointing my nose at her tiny nose. “What?!” Damelza's startled voice sounded funny, making me smile wittily. Ah… it appears that my Omega needs real evidence from me. I opened the collar of the black shirt I was wearing, revealing my right neck, which displayed a wind vortex sign with a triangle inside.

One of them, a tall warrior with dark curls, steps forward and says softly, “Luna, these are for you. The pack wanted to thank you for being here… for existing.” My breath catches. “For existing?” He nods. “You are the first and only woman among us since the beginning of the punishment . The Goddess blessed us through you. You brought warmth where there was only duty.” Another omega steps closer, offering a simple string bracelet made from polished stones. “We made this together. It’s not much, but we wanted you to have something from us.” I stare at the gifts — the bright fruit, the fresh honey, the trembling sincerity in their hands — and I can’t speak for a long moment. “You didn’t have t

"I am only an omega. Nothing more." "Are you?" He was suddenly in front of me, moving faster than should have been possible. One hand pressed against the door, trapping me between his arm and the wooden surface. "Because my sources tell me something very interesting about tribute omegas from that particular pack." His free hand lifted to touch my cheek, fingers trailing down to rest against my throat. I could feel my pulse hammering against his palm, betraying my terror. "They tell me that such tributes often carry... messages. Instructions. Perhaps even weapons." His thumb pressed against my windpipe, not enough to hurt but enough to remind me how fragile I was. "What message do you carry,