Omega Damian Wayne Novels & Stories

They spoke on the call for less than ten minutes and after dropping the call, he walked out of the office. Damian walked into his hotel room from the balcony with a stick of cigarette between his lips. He wore a black leather short that exposed a bit of his Calvin Klein boxers. His upper body was left exposed, making his tattoo visible enough under the blue background light. He walked over to a cushion chair and sat, flipping his laptop open and turning it on. He typed in some numbers with his right hand, while his left hand held a glass of alcohol. He dropped his glass of the table and picked up the laptop, leaning back comfortably on the chair.

The lies. Damian gritted his teeth and brought the glass to his lips, the whiskey burning as it went down. He couldn’t let it go, not yet. Lucas was dead, but there was still unfinished business. With a deep breath, Damian dialed a number. It rang twice before a gruff voice answered. “This is Carter.” “It’s me,” Damian said, his voice steady but laced with tension. “Mr. Wolfe,” Carter replied, his tone immediately more formal. “What can I do for you?”

Damon: “What do you mean she’s gone?” I asked Ethan, my best friend and beta, glaring at him. “How the hell can the Omega be gone without anyone knowing where she went?” “We couldn’t find her at her house. I knocked a few times, and when she didn’t respond, I broke the door down, but she wasn’t there…” “Find her,” I said, cutting him off. Ethan nodded and ran out to follow my order, knowing I wasn’t joking around at this point. The last thing that I wanted to deal with was that Omega wasa was running away right now.

“That was quick.” I sighed, grateful for the distraction. “Because there wasn’t any real training,” I muttered. Kai smirked. “She’s impatient.” Damien let out a soft chuckle. “That doesn’t surprise me.” He turned his focus back to me. “If you’re free now, you should come with me. I want to show you something.” I frowned. “Show me what?” “My workshop.” My frown deepened. “Your workshop?” Kai was the one who answered. “Damien isn’t just an intellectual lycan—he’s a genius. He’s the one who designs most of the warcraft and weapons used in Blackwood and beyond.”

He wasn’t even answering my damn texts and calls! Damien’s eyes met mine as he walked over to me, a confident smirk on his face. He leaned in and kissed me on the lips, right in front of my father. When he finally pulled away, he whispered in my ear, “So you’re always here because of that fucking omega, huh?” “Shut up. What are you planning here?” I demanded, my brows furrowing in suspicion.

I took his hand and his smile was forced. “Akmed" he introduced himself. “Damien Wayne" I responded, introducing myself too. I let go of my hand and he did same. Mr Kuma called everyone again and we stood together for a picture. Irene's smile was all I needed to make my day. The camera man kept signaling me to look away from my beautiful wife.

the head warrior signaled, noticing that even one of his companions hesitated to attack me. Who would bother attacking a mere omega? Another warrior sighed and shook his head. "Omega..." He chuckled, looking me up and down. "What do you want to receive, Omega? A punch? Or a kick?" I didn't answer, I simply bowed. My action made it difficult for the warriors to harm me. To them, I was like a flimsy piece of paper that would fly away with a single blow. Nala remained hidden within the depths of my mind, unwilling to assist me.

"Why my office? You have your own office." "Yes but the way they get scared when you catch them in here is hilarious." I laugh and sit down at my desk throwing the banana peel in the trash and taking a bite. "Any word on the omega who escaped?" "Darrik has a lead on him. It'll be so good to finally finish this. I hate leaving things unfinished. Plus that little runt came after me. He'll get what he deserves coming after an Alpha like that." "I wanna be there when you torture him."

“What do we do now?” Damian didn’t answer immediately. His mind raced, jaw tight. “Tell the delegate…” he began, voice low, steady, but his eyes dark as fire. “…to make the Wilson server slow down.” The command hung heavy in the air. Everyone froze. No one moved. Then Damian turned away, his reflection caught in the glass sharp, powerful, haunted. He whispered to himself, “What the hell are we all becoming?” Outside, thunder cracked over the city skyline, and somewhere across town, Aria’s laptop pinged a new notification lighting up the screen.

Damien pulled me closer to him and I looked at him with shock. “She’s my person and if you come for her, it means you are coming for me. I will have this video deleted and you won’t spread false rumors tainting her image anymore or I won’t hold back,” he warned and I looked at Damien in shock wanting to confirm if he was the one standing beside me or if it was someone that looked like him. I blinked my eyes in shock. Adrian scoffed. “An omega? You have got to be kidding because I want to believe that it’s also one of your plans as usual. You cannot like someone like her. She has nothing to offer to you and she won’t ever be able to fit into our circle.”