Novel & Cerita Omega Dean Winchester

"You are the reincarnation of the first Omega. The Founding Mother Wolf." ‎ ‎My head was spinning. Okay so I am not just a werewolf...I am an omega...but not just an omega but the founding mother wolf...or reincarnation of her...who happens to be what again? At this point I am getting tired of being told all this fairytale about my life. All I want is to be a detective....what a life I have.... ‎

They didn't know she was trying to stop the urge from ripping their throats apart. Delaney notices many other shabbily clad hostages being dragged out of their cells as they make their way into the filthy hallway. She also discovered that the slaves were werewolves, not humans, after inhaling their scent. They were omegas. Omega wolves are the weakest of the wolf species, whose strength is compared to that of a human. The only difference is their super-hearing abilities, sense of smell and a few other things. They strolled aimlessly as if they had been subjected to a series of torments. Their eyes had darkened for a long time, replaced by pessimism and defeat.

Even without a wolf's scent, my instincts were screaming. ​A man stepped into the sickly yellow light of the neon sign. He didn't smell like a wolf. He didn't even smell entirely human. He smelled like ozone, old parchment, and burnt circuitry. He was an Outcaster—a "Static," one of the rare humans who lived on the fringes of the Lycan corporate world, surviving by selling the one thing wolves couldn't master: pure, unadulterated data. ​"Nobody is looking for me," I rasped. My voice sounded like it had been dragged over gravel. "I'm an Omega. I'm nothing."

My wolf, Liesendra, was weak and dumb most of the days, hiding into the deep sides of my soul, barely responding in silence. Amelia Christensen has been my friend and confidant for ten years now. Amelia is everything I am not. Her curvy frame and piercing emerald eyes, glorious prestige awards her a Beta of the Dawnshade pack. She is the daughter of Ford, Kian’s personal Beta and second in command. Kim, the caretaker, was relentless in her acts. She oversaw over the omegas with cruelty, always finding ways to deprive us of our full wages, always putting us in our place as slaves. Washing, gardening, cleaning and cooking—those were our only purposes here.

“A stray omega who got lost. It was all Vessa’s overreaction.” He entered the room, stopped in the middle of the room and turned. “Vessa says the young woman was rummaging through her things.” He scrutinized my face, searching for any inconsistencies in my words and their intended meaning. I kept my eyes locked with his and gave him nothing. “You are defending an omega,” he said. “I am clearing up an oversight,” I said. “She was here to deliver laundry, but somehow she wandered into the wrong wing. And that is all there is to it.”

The realization came down crashing on him just like the rain that hammered on the hard steel and stone outside. He had been trying to ignore it, the impossibly faint yet unmistakable scent of the Omega, the only wolf in the world who was capable of ripping his heart and soul. This felt unreal, it couldn’t be happening, it has to be a dream. “Mmh,” the Omega let out a wince, that caught everybody’s attention except one. “He’s waking up!” The Alpha beside Adrian perked up. The Omega on the bed indeed opened his eyes fully, his sculpted features scrunching in slight pain of moving his battered body and he blinked several times to adjust.

Tate screamed and I was glad that the practice arena never filled up on Sundays. “Funny, people like you tend to remind me that I'm nothing.” I felt Ian tense up beside me because he knew I am referring to my past as an Omega in our pack. “Then you should get that into your head, don't you think?” She took a step closer with each word and excitement stirs through me. I was itching for a fight. My inner wolf let out a low growl as Ian stepped between us, subtly telling me to quit it with a shake of his a head. Lucky bitch.

Jade The doctors tried their best to revive the alpha but it was all to no avail. “Tell us exactly what happened,” the general said to me with the doctors still working on the patient. I started from when we had been locked in the room and the water had started to flow into the room, down to when we had been rescued. “He stayed underwater for a long time with all these injuries and he wasn’t even at full power,” the general shook his head. “Conan is such a role model but a very strong wolf that not many wolves out there can understand.”

He tossed the pieces into the garbage bin, muttering to himself, "That's where both of you belong." He then turned his attention to a framed picture of himself and Sabina. He tore the picture in half, letting out a bitter laugh. "My biggest mistake is trusting you, Sabina. But thanks to you, I've learned my lessons now," he said, throwing the picture into the bin. Onel sank into the bathtub, trying to push his anger and resentment aside. He was the last surviving omega in the world, and many alphas desired him because only he could give them the perfect son to secure their packs. But he refused to be used like that anymore.

"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."