Omega Complex Chapter 53 Novels & Stories

Shelbrooke watched in wonder. "I have not much to say, people. But on this day after a full moon, the real owner of the pack shall return. With full force and glory and her seed shall complete the missing puzzle. Do with this prophecy what you want. But one thing stands, no matter how many ceremonies you hold for this worthless Prince, he will never become the Alpha. We have only one leader," she raised an index finger. "And it is an Omega." Murmurings arose and everywhere became tensed. Styx himself was dumbfounded but not as shocked as Charles who was devastated as he sat down under a full moon. In anger, he shifted almost immediately and howled in pain.

My lips crack with thirst. The door creaks open. Light slices into the dark. My heart leaps in terror, expecting Clara’s shadow. But it’s not her. A hand slips in. Trembling. Thin. In it, a piece of bread and a dented cup of water. I lift my gaze. Another Omega stands there, eyes wide with fear and pity. “Eat,” she whispers. “Please. Before they come back.” Tears sting my eyes, hot and humiliating. Not for the pain, not for the rejection. But for this—the fragile kindness of an omega.

“Alpha Jace, you dragged my character through the mud. You called me impure. You branded my children bastards.” I stepped forward. “I endured every insult because I was a mere omega. But not anymore.” My crimson eyes met his. “I have a wolf now.” A growl rumbled deep inside my chest. “You will never treat me like trash again.” Osiris's warm arm wrapped protectively around my shoulders. He pulled me gently beside him before addressing the council. His calm voice contrasted sharply with my anger. “For everyone's information, this recording has already undergone forensic authentication.” He looked toward Alpha Rowan.

I step forward off the crate, my boots hitting the gritty floor with a firm, deliberate thud that demands their absolute attention. "You brought us down here into this freezing basement at midnight, Roda, so tell us straight how you expect a bunch of powerless omegas to fight back against the most powerful council in werewolf history," a sophomore omega named Maya asks, her voice shaking violently as she clutches a torn textbook against her chest.

"Omega. Sold to Silver Claw Pack in settlement of a debt owed by Viktor Hale of the outer territory." It was not a question. It was a recitation of facts, delivered without inflection, without cruelty, and somehow that was worse than cruelty would have been. At least cruelty would have acknowledged that what was being described was a person and not a transaction. "Yes," she said. Her voice came out clear. Small victory. His gaze moved over her once more, that slow deliberate inventory, and then he straightened in the throne and the quality of attention in the room shifted immediately, everyone around her going slightly more rigid, slightly more alert, responding to whatever subtle signal the

The wolf was now pliant inside his mind, sated and assured. I will wait, Omega. I will wait as long as you want me to wait. Because…I’m in love with you. . TBC . Hope you guys enjoy this chapter. And if you can, please support me by dropping a comment or gems <3... sincerely, me!!.

People started questioning if I was even a werewolf. I stopped pretending I was special. I gave up on healing. Tried training instead. I wanted to be strong, or at least less weak. Didn’t work. I got ranked as an omega. I stopped going to Mom for comfort because I thought it made me weak. We made food and talked about the ceremony. Who ended up with who. We didn’t mention Vira and the Alpha’s son. It was like she knew not to bring it up. But we did talk about Rohan.

I ignored it, pushing past her to the abandoned building that served as our neutral ground, our little sanctuary. ‎ ‎Inside, Daniel leaned back in a chair with a smirk. “You didn’t bring your little missy Omega?” he teased. ‎ ‎I let out a low, throaty growl. “This day your wolf is always angry. I hope he doesn’t come out and kill us one day,” Daniel said, waving his hand like a lazy cat. ‎ ‎I narrowed my eyes, tone icy. “If he does, I hope you’re the first I take down.” ‎

Back To Together. Natasha's POV My eyes swiveled to the right and to the left as Ryan paced around his study taking historical books one after the other as he checked them. Anytime he didn't find anything useful he groaned and I sighed.I felt relieved as I opened up to Ryan,I told him everything that has been going on with me, starting with the time I was almost choked to death and how I burnt the garden. I was grateful Ryan didn't find me as a weirdo or thought that I needed mental treatment because all the facts in the history books all together stated that Omegas are the weakest in the chain rank and have no possibility of gaining immense strength.

He could feel the hot sticky liquid seeping out of his hole. Zen was able to get word out of his mouth. "S-Sir, please pull out.." Sevastian didn't listen as continues to fuck him. Oh God, when will this alpha in rut end? He thought that one round was enough to subside his rut. But it turns out he underestimated the lust of a supreme level alpha. "Zen... even though you're merely an alpha, inside definitely feels like of an omega's." "Don't worry, I'll turn you into one soon." Zen closes his eyes as Mr. Claude trusts faster. What is with alphas and their obsession with mating with omegas.