Omega Force Book Novels & Stories

The sweet ache of an omega's scent gone wild. And that was the moment. That was when it hit Kael. Zeil wasn’t an alpha. He was an omega. Pretending. Zeil’s breath caught. He knew. Kael knew. And just like that, the thoughts stormed through Zeil’s head. What should I do? What should I say? Should I report to Father? No—no, no. He’ll kill me. He’ll skin me alive. Everything revolving around Doomsday will become of me.

I cranked his arm just a little, enough to immobilize but not hurt too much, even though he cried out. “I’m going to tell this once and only once,” I growled, squashing down on my instincts that were begging me to let him go. I leaned close to him so he could hear every single work. “Fuck off, alright? I’m not this Omega bitch you’re looking for. I’m not fucking Revon! Stay the fuck away from me, or else I will make you regret it!”

No one moves after the officer says they are holding position, and the stillness that follows feels heavier than the chaos that came before it, because hesitation in a room like this is never neutral and everyone here knows it. I stay where I am, close enough to Ben that I can feel the steady rhythm of his breathing, and my wolf holds herself tight and alert under my skin, not pushing forward but ready, like she understands that this moment will decide whether instinct or authority sets the tone for everything that comes next.

It is a known fact among all people that alphas are only meant for omegas because that's how the tertiary genders dictate the world. "Dear... a little more and I'll cum." Sevastian releases more pheromones though the beta wouldn't notice a thing. He paces up his thrusting and sucks on Zen's neck. If only he's an omega, he would've already marked him and made him his. 'Who knows, maybe he'll turn into a fucking omega by if I continue to release pheromones.' He thought. Zen could feel the difference in their body heat and a strange feeling running down his spine as he felt the alpha's movements getting more and more erratic. He realized that the alpha is reaching his limit. He never expected t

“Swear it.” The pull tightens, and my wolf presses forward, restless, insistent. “Open the door, little omega.” The words slam into me like a shock and my knees nearly buckle. Omega. No one outside Fang’s inner circle should know that. “No,” I gasp, shaking. “You don’t get to..” The air shifts and power floods the small room, thick and overwhelming, pressing against my skin like a storm front. My breath catches, lungs locking as something ancient and dominant rolls over me.

Trevor didn't like that feeling of losing control but while he was fighting his chaotic feelings, he heard a deep and seductive voice. Max was looking at Trevor, who seemed to be lost in his thought with a cute stunned face. It was their first meeting, but Max couldn't help teasing the man in front of him "Do you like what you see?". 'OMG he is too cute! How am I supposed to resist him?' Max was also in deep thought looking at Trevor, Never in his life, he had seen an omega so beautiful and his smell... Max couldn't resist that beautiful smell!

He stood up and walked to a metal table covered in tools and old books. He picked up a knife and turned it in the light. “I have been busy while you were playing house with the Ice Fangs.” I swallowed. “What do you want?” He set the knife down and picked up a thick black book instead. “Do you know what a real omega can do when she is fully awakened and controlled?” His eyes lit up. “Not just calm a pack, or make alphas stronger. A weapon, Raven. One omega bound to the right alpha can force an entire pack to kneel. Can break minds, start wars or end them. The rogue factions have been hunting for a true omega for years. And I found you first.”

He was torn even then, a Beta caught in the middle of his sister and his Alpha pack. Don't worry, Micah," Ash said, walking towards me. "We're just being nice. Right, little Omega?" He took the book from me and flipped through its pages with a bored expression. "History of the Silverfang Pack. How exciting. Don't you have something better to study. you know, how to be a good Omega? Maybe some recipe book on cooking?" My breath was stuck in my throat. "Give it back, Ash.". He pretended to think about it, then shrugged, and with a careless flick of the wrist, knocked the book into a standing puddle of water from a dripping pipe. It splatted down with a pitiful sound. The pages instantly starte

Then I saw the notebook. “What is this?” I asked with a frown. “It's a diary,” Archer said. “It's your birthmother's journal. In it, she recounts experiences of being an Omega. I think it might help you to assimilate the changes you'll have, as well as understand things that I may not be able to explain openly because I'm an Alpha.” I raised my eyebrows, not understanding anything she was saying. “What's the difference between being an Alpha and an Omega? And why are they called that?” I asked without understanding and Archer burst out laughing.