Novel & Cerita Omega Dean Winchester

"What are you talking about?" Drax's eyes gleamed with triumph. "Your mother, Xienma. She was a traitor to our kind. She betrayed the pack and ran away with a human. You are the product of that forbidden union, a half-breed, a wolf less omega. Your power is tainted, and it will consume you if you're not careful."

Daniel growled and shut Dax out. "Dax," his mother called when she reached him. "Are you alright?" she asked softly, her eyes filled with concern for him. "Of course, Mother. I am fine," Dax replied calmly, his lips curled in a fake smile as he looked at his mother's face. Their eyes met, and Luna Stella drew a deep breath. "Dax," she called, her tone steady but firm. "My wolf, Lena, feels Wendy and her parents were not lying. Lena strongly believes that you did touch that mute. Is that true? You don't have to lie to me. I am your mother," Luna Stella said. She was an Omega by birth. She exerted her aura, wanting to see through her son's face.

Returning to my conscious self I see Dexter with his legs already tucked in under the blanket, “who says omegas can’t be in charge?’ he asks which has me puzzled, for as long as I can remember, Eric has always mentioned what an abomination an Omega was, he would often talk about about how he feels pity for our future kids if they’re born an omega because that’s the result of a werewolf having a child with a human, but right now, my kids are being told something different by their father, he’s not ashamed of them, “you just have to work hard for it, but I know my boys aren’t weak.” Dexter smiles confidently, ruffling Ash’s hair. “Yeah, we can protect Mama,” Neo, who's half awake, yells all of

Rowan shouted and I followed his voice and stepped into a small clearing that should have held nothing but dew and soft grass and the quiet of the morning before the pack woke to begin the work of rebuilding what the war had taken. Instead blood darkened the ground and the scent of it hung in the air and I felt the cold press against my chest as I saw a young Omega lying on his side near the base of an old oak and his name was Taren and he was barely grown into his strength and his voice was gentle and his smile was quick and his chest rose in shallow pulls that told me that the darkness that had taken the wolves who called the northern territories home had found us.

Winnie claims it isn’t her story to tell. “OHHH MY GOD IT’S TYLER FREAKIN’ HUDSON,” I hear, as I turn to see a woman, holding a baby and losing her shit. I just smile and nod, knowing she’s probably a human Omega, like me. She quickly hands the baby off to a guy that literally looks like a bear and I almost snort, wondering if that’s what he is.

He gestures again, and the shadows surge forward like a wave crashing against us. I can see Henry struggling. His breath is coming fast, his chest rising and falling like he’s fighting to keep his lungs from collapsing. His grip on my hand is tight, but I know it’s not enough. The darkness is too strong. I’ve seen this before. I know what it does to him. The doubt creeps in. Is this the moment we lose? “You’re nothing but an Omega,” Dean spits, his words cutting through the air like a knife. “You don’t have the power to fight me. You can’t even save yourself.”