Omega Complex Chapter 53 Novels & Stories

And why did my wolf sound like she had been waiting for this moment her entire life? A cold realization settled over me. Maybe I had never been an Omega. Maybe someone had made me believe I was. I closed my eyes. A strange whisper suddenly echoed inside my mind. Remember who you are. My eyes snapped open. The hallway was empty. But the voice had been real. And somehow... I knew it wasn't my wolf. End of Chapter 9

The pain was so sudden, so intense, that I couldn't stifle my cry as I fell back onto the mattress. The other omegas glanced in my direction before quickly looking away. One gave me a small, sympathetic smile, but I didn't return it. What was the point? Friendship was a luxury I couldn't afford, especially not with people who would eventually leave me behind. I dozed fitfully until the room emptied, grateful that nobody would witness what was coming next. As a natural omega, the full moon affected me differently than the others. Where most wolves felt strength and vitality, I felt... everything. Pain became agony. The slightest touch against my skin sent shockwaves of sensation through my bo

I looked up at him. Really looked. It was such a strange question that I almost laughed. “Because it’s Derek,” I said. Kael waited. Like he expected more explanation. “Because he’s stronger than me,” I continued slowly. “Faster. Higher rank. And because the last three omegas who ‘said something’ ended up cleaning the kitchens for two months.” Kael didn’t argue with that. Which was interesting. Instead he asked, “Then why today?” I opened my mouth. Closed it.

I went to find Adaeze. She was in the east building. Post session with Efua. Both of them with tea and my grandmother's book open between them doing the kind of conversation that was not quite a lesson and not quite just talking but lived somewhere useful between the two. I stood in the doorway. "There is a third omega," I said. "Western territory. Two years symptomatic. The Alpha is blocking the inquiry." Adaeze looked at me. "Two years," she said. "Yes," I said.

omega. I stopped walking and froze on the spot, eyes glued to the paper. It wasn't alpha. Not beta. It was damn fucking omega. Everything disappeared in my eyesight. Even the paper went dark. The word 'omega' enlarged in my vision. O M E G A. The word rang in my head.

I knew my place here—simple, unnoticed, lowly—and didn’t understand why she saw it any differently. “When I was brought here, I had to prove myself,” she said, her voice tight, almost resentful. “We all did. The first week, we were tested—hunting for food, surviving without guidance. And you…” Her eyes trailed over me, her lips curling slightly. “You’re an omega, aren’t you?” Her last words were spat like an accusation. I flinched, suddenly feeling exposed. “Yes,” I whispered. The word barely left my mouth when she recoiled, eyes wide with shock and disgust.

Rose quickly dodged and whipped around and grabbed Bethany by the leg and pulled before we heard a loud pop. Her wolf let out a loud whimper before she tried to defend herself. Rose quickly jumped on top of her breaking more bones. Nose to nose Rose let out a vicious snarl to get Bethany to submit. Everyone watched as Bethany shifted back in all her glory yelling "I submit!" She was shaking and crying. I walked over to my family who held nothing but pride in their eyes. They surrounded me so that I could shift and put on clothes. No one had gone to Bethanys aid. Stephan and I walked over to her. The look on Stephans face said enough. "You are a disgrace to this pack Bethany, to challenge Lun

He finally backed off, but I could feel his eyes on me even as he skated away. I hated that feeling. Like someone was trying to read something I was working hard to hide. Because I wasn’t fine. Not after what happened yesterday. August and the bathroom. The cold wall against my back, and the grip on my collar. That bastard fucking kissed me while mistaking me for his girlfriend or should I call her, his ex. That wasn't my problem, the problem was my body fucking reacted to that bastard. I had almost lost control of my scent, and he would've known that I was an omega playing alpha dress up.

Henry*** Dean’s voice sliced through the night, dripping with scorn. "The omega wants to play Alpha," he drawled, his smirk sharp enough to cut. The crowd of wolves parted around us, forming a wide circle. Their movements were almost synchronized, as if compelled by an unspoken force. Shadows flickered under the dim moonlight, their eyes glowing with a mixture of curiosity and dread. Whispers rippled through the ranks, barely audible over the low growls of those in wolf form. The tension was palpable, an electric charge in the air that seemed to grow with every breath.

This book is dedicated to Bukade—my awesome friend who's helped me very very much in the creation of this book, and Favour Edem, too—my first love, for taking her time to explain stuffs about Werewolves, and Vamps, and Witches to me. For all those looking into my book, Omega, which by the way is entering the ‘Mate the Alpha’ contest, I am quite optimistic that this book will be worth your time and you will enjoy every bit of it. ❤️