Romans & histoires Omega Complex Chapter 53

I kept a straight stare ,I didn’t want to behave weak in front of her ,but I knew that I couldn’t hold it for long,she was definitely going to smack me right now . “ when I talk to you ,you don’t keep me quite “ she half yelled and the next thing I felt was a very hard snack on my face . My lips bursted immiduatrly and the blood rushed out ,and that was when I let out the tears that I had in my eyes . I knew I was weak ,I was an omega but why do people hate ne so much ,why do I have to be unfortunate . I wanted to say a word but instead she grabbed me harshly me by my hair making sure I felt every inch of the pains ,I tried letting go of her but none of that was happening her grip on me was

meant there was no use hiding anything anymore. "So long that I can't remember the first time it happened. It has always been a part of me. I've been bullied all my life and so I guess my body just found a way to protect itself." "It's not possible Zach and we both know it. The only explanation for this is crazy considering her current status but–" My eyes fell to the part of her body where the open cut was before. All that was there now was her dried blood. Her pale skin was just like it had never even seen a bruise or burn in its entire life. I was curious as to why an Omega had fast healing particles inside of her. It's a general knowledge that Omegas are the second to the last rank in t

I stated, forcing out a smile. I watched as she downed the whole glass down her throat, then she wiped the side of her mouth using her sleeves. “Thank you.” She said, her voice barely over a whisper. “ Thank you for last night as well.” She added, and I nodded my head as an acknowledgment. “Um, may I know your name please.” She asked. “Zane.” I replied, coldly. Getting up to leave when she suddenly grabbed a hold of my hand. Peeling her hands off I asked. “Are you an omega?”

Zeph’s POV The next day, as I walked down the hallway, lost in thought, someone blocked my path. Karex. She gave me a smug smile as she crossed her arms. Her eyes were filled with pride and confidence, making me feel sick. "Not so proud now," she sneered, her voice dripping with mockery. "Being an omega that is seen as a curse suits you." Ah. So her father told her. “And being a delusional person suits you too,” I replied. Just because I was given an order, doesn’t mean I will tolerate someone’s stupid attitude.

"What reason drove the erasure of your text? Why did your system ignore Tyler? Jun, does your inner wolf operate under the illusion that you can bypass this cross-examination now that my station has directly breached your frequency?" Jun felt exactly like an omega wolf pinned to the frost, facing trial for a capital infraction against the high council. "Alpha Lube, refrain from forcing my tongue to break code. If my line unloads the raw data, your own pride will flare into an aggressive state. My wolf resists dropping an unhappiness metric into your sector..." "Identify your current coordinate markers. My transport is initializing a run to intercept your position." Ada reached up, tearing hi

He gets so scared when I barge in that he almost pees on his own fur boots. My face goes super red. I never saw a boy wolf do that before. I stand there like a dumb pup for two seconds. Then I realise I am in the wrong room. "I am sorry!" I say, my voice sounding super small. "I went into the wrong door!" I try to turn around to run out, but I hear Selene's loud voice right outside the woods. "Where did that Omega girl go?" Selene screams. "Where is she hiding?" "I saw her run this way!" another girl shouts. "She must be inside the toilet! Go in and find her!"

My adopted sister, Victoria, possessed a fiercely powerful wolf spirit. She was the sole hope for our endangered Silver Moon Pack. In contrast, though I was the Alpha's biological daughter, I was just an Omega. It wasn't until I turned twenty that I finally awakened a wolf spirit, and it possessed nothing but simple healing abilities. From that day on, my three older brothers forced me to become her personal blood slave. After enduring the extreme torture of the Full Moon Trials for the eighth time in her place, my wolf spirit was on the verge of being torn apart. Dragging my broken, battered body, I questioned them hoarsely. Chris, my eldest brother, sneered. "Victoria has suffered sin

If only I could take on all the pain from her, I would gladly endure it. After a round of unsolicited beatings and humiliating pulling on the Omega’s disdained body, the great Antillia forest come into view on my peripheral vision. Nothing seemed to change at all. Everything looks and feel the same, gloomy and ominous. There at the deepest part of the woods were a pack of werewolves standing idly around some trees. I saw the very familiar figure of the rotten traitor, Maziar Brennan. “There, Omega! Look upfront. Your doom was waiting for you with open arms!”

The next morning, I woke up, refreshed, wore my clothes, and headed home in my white Porsche car, which I had carefully hidden miles away from the motel that held memories of Klaus and me. Upon arriving at our pack house, I could hear the sound of people wailing bitterly in front of our house. My heart plummeted into my stomach. What could be wrong? I immediately got out of the car and approached them, weaving my way through the crowd who threw gazes of animosity my way. "The cursed omega is back," I heard one person say. "She killed them! It is all her fault!" another chimed in. I was totally confused as to why they were rambling.

This part of the pack lands is considered beneath her, reserved for the lowest ranking members, the forgotten. Her presence here is an anomaly, or as I want to call it, a bad omen. She's talking to a blonde omega, a woman I recognize as having been Tamsin's friend. Her closest one...before I rejected Tamsin and everything fell apart. The omega is speaking in hushed, urgent tones, and as I approach, I see Zara’s eyes darken in a way I know all too well. It’s the look of simmering anger, the kind that precedes a calculated strike.