Omega Damian Wayne Novels & Stories

Wayne bows deeply and retreats, the door clicking shut behind him. Damian stands alone for a moment, the plan solidifying in his mind. He strips efficiently, shedding his clothes until his skin is bare to the air. His cock hangs heavy between his thighs, already thickening with the anticipation of the hunt. He pulls a silk robe from the wardrobe, sliding the smooth fabric over his broad shoulders and tying it loosely at the waist. It hides nothing, the slit gaping open to reveal his muscular legs and the shadow of his manhood. He does not believe there is an omega alive who can resist him when he decides to make a move, and he intends to prove it tonight.

Journal entry 201 Dear Treadway I have started calling you Way. You do not seem very fond of it because you correct me every time l say Way saying it's Treadway. I do not listen though because I want to be someone you think about. Every time you hear Way anywhere else you think of me. Selfish aren't l? I try talking to you on certain occasions but you keep the conversations professional, most of the times l do the talking. Not that you have a habit of ignoring people but I think you just don't talk a lot, you are reserved

Calming myself down, slowly, I turned to the curtain and opened it. A WOMAN IS BESIDE HIM!? That woman… “Damion?” I called for his name. He was awake, smiling playfully with a trace of lust for the woman. He didn’t hear me at first. So I called him again. Louder this time. He was shocked for the first few minutes and then calmed down. “D-Do you know her?” I asked though I was stuttering to speak. Damion jerked his head on the other side. The woman showed her face and offered her hand. “I’m Mia, the Omega of Sombermane Band Pack.” I accepted her hand and smile a little.

She assured me and gave me a little pat on my back before I ran off again. While sitting in the taxi, I couldn't get my mind off what Selena said to me. I know I am an Omega, my family would have been slaves if my brother didn't work for the gamma. Also, my relationship with Dylan is the only other thing that will end the mistreatment we get in this pack. I decided to go to Casey's house instead. Casey is my best friend, we have been friends since childhood and she's the only person I can confide in about most things.

Damian added, “I killed the Cross torturers. Their scent may have lingered.” Rian’s eyes didn’t budge. “This wasn’t a torturer. The torturers are normally betas. This was an omega. And—” he hesitated, then pushed on “—their scent wasn’t mixed with blood.” Damian’s brow tightened. Alessio’s gaze sharpened. Alessio’s voice dropped to a whisper. “An omega… underground… during all that…” His throat bobbed. “If they were trapped with Damian and Rowan—”

That illusion shattered in seconds. “You’re getting weak, Damien,” his voice snapped like a whip. “Your power’s slipping because of her. You’re the Alpha of the Syndicate and you're letting some Omega with unstable powers wreck everything we’ve built?” “Relax, old man,” Damien’s voice was casual, too damn casual. “I’m just trying to register for her dance class. Gotta stretch the legs before a war, right?” “This is not a damn joke!” his father shouted. “You are a Mafia Alpha, Damien! Not some ballerina’s sidekick!”

Damian's brow furrowed. "What?" “Aren't they Matthew's bodyguards?” Damian didn't answer. He still frowned. “Could he be working for someone else?” Damian avoided admitting it. He still couldn't believe that his father could commit such a crime. “Perhaps, but you miss the chance. There is another person who claims to be your father's boss. His name is Luke Damant. He is an Omega who works as a manager at Excellor.” Bruce explained again. He started to feel sorry for Damian because he didn't know anything.

Damian introduced. “Hi,” everyone greeted. “It’s an honor to meet the great Calvin Ink,” Owen said enthusiastically. “Truly honored.” “Owen, slow down,” Damian warned. “He’s not gay. I have some guys you might like. They should arrive anytime now.” Damian’s words barely settled before Owen chuckled. “Damian, when I see a gay man, I know. And I know he’s not gay,” Owen said confidently. “Haha… I’m a top, but honestly, I wouldn’t mind being the bottom if he ever shows interest.”

AMALA My cheeks turned bright red after being caught not only eavesdropping on other wolves but also checking him out like he was some kind of rare fine specimen. That is, he is truly a sight to see. Yet, he doesn’t beat around the bush as he says, “I’m Damien, one of the Omegas here, it is an honor to be graced by your presence, Future Luna." "O-omega?" Startled, I examine him once more. "Are you sure you are an Omega?"

“Yes! I want a brother!” I laughed. “We’ll have to see how that works out.” “Congratulations to the both of you,” Wayne said. “I’m happy for all three of you.” “Well, you stole my thunder,” Damion said. I turned to look at him. “How did I steal your thunder?” He dropped to one knee, fishing in his pocket. “I planned to do this later, but I figure now that I’ve knocked you up, I better make an honest woman of you right away.”