Omega Complex Chapter 53 Novels & Stories

He yanked my hair, dragging my head back as he whispered, voice dripping with venom, “You’re a worthless wolf that I use whenever I like. You are lower than a slave. You have no right to fight back. You have no right to speak. You are a wolfless, barren omega.” His words sliced deeper than his hands ever could. My chest tightened. Rage simmered beneath my skin, burning me alive. He finally released my hair, shoving me backward. I lifted my head, my teeth clenched. My fists trembled at my sides as I whispered, “Reject me then.”

what's a beginning if it can't contain the end? If it can't dominate the Omega?" "The Omegas were a plague, Dean Wason! A power of unmaking and entropy that would have consumed us all! The Pact of the Fifth Genesis was not born of fear, but of need! We gave them their own lands, their own peace, and in return, they promised to never again attempt to unmake our works! The blood covenant, the real blood covenant, was that we would not lay hands on their order, and they would not lay hands on ours! You have broken that covenant! You have tried to build an Omega of your own! " An Omega of mine?" Dean Wason scoffed, a bitter, rasping laughter. "Cassian Thorne, you're an idiot. I do not wish to c

I thought for a moment. "Once upon a time," I began, "there was a wolf who forgot how to howl. He was cold and lonely and afraid of the dark. But then an omega showed up. Pregnant. Starving. Stubborn. And she taught him that the dark wasn't so scary. Not when you had someone to hold onto." Kael's breathing slowed. "What happened next?" he murmured. "I don't know yet. We're still writing it." "Good." His voice was barely a whisper. "Because I want to read every chapter."

This is too vast to comprehend, too much for me to bear. She made another attempt, focusing on a single thread of darkness. She nudged it, pulling it closer. It fought back, like a wild, untamed animal, but then slowly, reluctantly, it obeyed. It wrapped around her arm like a living, cold serpent. The broken crescent mark on her skin burned intensely, a flash of silver light in the deepening gloom. The whispers grew clearer, making more sense, demanding her attention. “The true omega doesn't run from the dark. The true omega leads. The true omega has a purpose."

I wasn't really used to this big parties because I opted to stay back in the house whenever I was invited and grandfather never minds but it irked Madam Isabel and it was always obvious it did. "Old man Ravenstone." I heard a much older voice and I saw the Alpha standing before us. "Quinn." Grandfather flashed him a bright smile and the Luna hugged Madam Isabel gently. "This is Judy. She is the one who would be getting married to Alexander." "Isn't she your Omega granddaughter?" Luna Quinn said looking at me with a raised brow and a very not plain eyes. I was used to the stares everyone gave me because I wasn't perfect. I was an Omega after all and a very weak one.

The sound caught in my throat, half-hysterical. “Happier?” I managed, shaking my head. “You’re joking, right? Look at me.” I gestured wildly to my soaked dress, the bucket still rolling near the straw mat. “I’m an omega. A nobody. And you—you’re…” I couldn’t even finish. His smile deepened. “I know who I am, Alisha.” “And I know what’s coming. You’ll reject me. Of course you will. Why wouldn’t you? That’s what everyone would expect.” My voice cracked again, softer now. “It’s what I expect.”

I move without thinking as I raise the wrench, bringing it down cleanly like a sword breaking through bone and flesh and nerves as the hands falls inside the room, bone cracking with a sickening snap, his scream tears through the hallway. “One.” I growl, my Alpha aura bursts through the room like thunder, outside the door, chaos erupts. “Break it down!” “There's more than one of us!” “That Omega is ours!” I grab the dresser beside the wall and shove it across the floor. Wood screeches as I slam it against the door, jamming it shut. For now, but the pounding doesn’t seize, more footsteps gather in the hall. Then I hear it, turning off the lights and I go to the window, beyond the rusted rooft

“I did not sign the papers.” “I know.” “How,” I asked. “You are not invisible,” he replied. My head spun. “Are you here to finish it?” “No.” “Then why,” I asked. He studied me for a moment. “Because I was curious.” “Curious about what?” I whispered. “How an omega survived what should have killed her.” I tried to laugh. “Congratulations. I am still dying.” He stood and lifted me easily into his arms. I protested weakly. “Put me down.”

I rolled my eyes and said, "Look omega, I'm not in the mood for your... actually I don't know if you're trying to scare me or make me pity you more than I already do. All I want is to tell you that yes, you're my prisoner, but you are still part of the pack. Don't make the mistake of thinking I actually care. Your existence is a burden enough to me, caring would be illogical." And with that I attempted to leave... emphasis on attempted. The omega decided to squeeze his bony, long fingers through the holes and graze them against my skin. Shivers ran through me at the sudden contact and I turned back at him. He looked at me in shock. It was however clear that his attempt at physical contact wa

someone called out in agreement and more voices joined. “Divorce your omega wife and you can marry your fated mate. The moon goddess has blessed you with a beta born as your mate! With her by your side, you will finally be stronger and we can win the war. The future of the pack is going to be safe!” Elder Zachary cheered.