Omega Collar Mga Nobela at Kwento

Elder Zac continued, “he will no longer hold the title of Alpha. He will return to the rank of a normal pack member. An omega, if necessary.” My eyes widened. An omega? That’s the lowest rank in a pack. Omegas were not too respected and they were far from being leaders. They were treated more like helpers, sometimes even ignored. That’s crazy, I thought to myself. Was that even allowed? Could a whole Alpha be reduced to an omega? That seemed too harsh. I had only ever heard rumors of something like this happening, of alphas being stripped of their rank but I had never actually seen it happen. I never thought it could happen to someone like Kaden.

My heart is a flame behind my ribs, a furious inferno, and there is no wind in the world that can put it out. The two guards stationed at the dungeon door don’t dare speak. They move aside wordlessly, sensing the storm that is me. Their faces are pale, their eyes wide with apprehension. They know better than to question me right now. Inside, the chamber is dim. Cold. The air smells of damp stone and a metallic tang that’s just beginning to mix with fear. Iron bars, iron shackles. The Omega, the one who called herself Emma, sits on the floor, chained at the wrists, her lip bloodied, her cheek already swollen. She doesn’t raise her head when I enter.

“Why do you still call yourself an omega? I mean, I know you were one, but I thought you’d have held yourself in high esteem after Sia made you his concubine but you don’t and I want to know why” I laugh subtly. “Becoming his concubine doesn’t elevate my status in anyway. I still see myself as an omega, because my duties and obligations are still that of an omega. When Sia was injured, I treated his wounds. That’s what an omega does Dogara. They humble themselves before all, serving in silence. They let themselves get walked over, kicked, beaten, humiliated, just to achieve a single goal”. “And what’s your goal Crinka?” “That’s the first time you’re calling me by name”.

But now that his body was betraying him, that he was violently rejecting the mere presence of an omega, he could no longer deny the truth. “I was tricked by an omega.” Silence fell on the front steps. Eloise tensed instantly, while Mrs. Harris opened her mouth slightly in shock. Nigel continued, his tone harsher. “She was a colleague… I considered her a friend. But she… She used her pheromones to manipulate me. To subdue me.” His gaze hardened. “I almost lost everything I had built because of her.” His fingers tightened on his trousers, a pent-up rage pulsing within him.

He tapped her butt again, "Now go get ready. Don't keep me waiting," She got ready and came back out in a white cotton overall ensemble with V neck that runs down to her belly button. A clean silver chain hung around her neck with her name Oma designed on the medallion. Her look was completed with an Aldo transparent purse and heels. Her red frontal lace wig was held up in a bun with baby hair clinging to her forehead like a second skin. Light nudes make up and an abundant amount of clear lip gloss. "Damn baby! You trying to give daddy a heart attack?"

the woman replies, spitting on his face. Chris’ eyes darken at the woman’s actions, his wolf almost coming close to the surface. He breathes in calmly, an attempt to relax his nerves. He lets go of the woman before grabbing a magic-powered collar that one of his men prepared. Once put on someone’s neck, the collar will weaken the state of the wearer. It is imbued with magic essence, and comes with a ring. Whenever the bearer touches the crystal on the ring, the one wearing the collar will be slightly electrocuted enough to cause them pain or to subdue them.

It was when he was about to get inside the car that the president said something that itch his ears. "Mr. Lacklored is a pure and good omega. I hope Mr. Salvians will not toy with him. There are a lot of other omegas, if you are not serious with Mr. Lacklored, at least don't tarnish his hard-earned reputation." he patted Cade’s shoulder and left the scene not giving Cade time to respond.

I'd been bothered about it, thinking something was wrong with me until the omega doctor explained to me, but still, was this right? Though Sterly hadn't complained about my attitude and even willingly handed over his things for me to use, he might still feel uncomfortable. Especially when he still had someone he truly loved out there... I drew in a deep breath and shook my head. It was risky to think too much at this period. The omega doctor had warned that I had to stay happy... I arranged the collar of the shirt and then checked my gland patch to make sure it was perfectly attached before grabbing the bag in front of me.

It was a mockery of a dress, a symbol of my new life. The woman was a frail looking Omega. Her face drawn, her eyes vacant. She took the collar from my neck and replaced it with another, this one a thick band of silver, the cold of the metal searing my skin. The Omega looked at me, a flicker of pity in her eyes, and then she looked away. She was in a cage, but she was still a wolf. A new voice, a woman's, cut through the silence. "Is this the thing, Caelan?"

Chapter 18: The Static and the Flow The 90th floor of the Tower was no longer a silent mausoleum of corporate secrets or the cold, clinical laboratory of an ice tycoon. It had been transformed into the Vance-Vanderwall Foundation, a luminous, open-concept space where the glass walls seemed to dissolve into the London sky. The air here didn't hum with the frantic tension of stock tickers or the hushed whispers of legal battles. Instead, it carried the rhythmic, low-frequency vibration of the world’s most advanced energy brain—the centralized monitoring hub for the Omega Relay.