Omega Novelas e Histórias

My brothers have left for a while to check on Angel and get a little rest and to not overwhelm the Alphas while they digest this loss. The two new Alphas sit down on the sofa and Alpha Jeremy sits in an armchair and then Leo and I sit on the two-seater seat opposite them. Alpha Demitri doesn’t look up. Leo looks like he wants to ask but at the same time doesn’t want to know the answer. “It is a young woman from the Blue Ridge pack. Her name is Greta Polanski. She was a tailoress. Not married and no children.” Alpha Jeremy tells us “Thank the goddess for small mercies” says Alpha Demetri. He looks like he’s holding back tears.

before Gamma Patrick whispered in my ears, “Omegas are killed like chickens. Misbehave and you’ll be the next barbeque.” My heart was bitter. So many threats. Why did the moon goddess make omegas? Why can’t everyone be equal in the werewolf community? I asked myself as I looked up to the sunny skies like I could see the face of the moon goddess even in the blinding ray of the sun.

Caesar was not kind-hearted, but today, he had a rare moment of conscience. As he dialed the number, the Omega, who had been crying, suddenly stopped. Caesar could sense the wind carrying her scent. The Omega leaped towards him, and her fragrant jasmine scent almost overwhelmed Caesar. Her soft lips touched his cold military uniform, and her delicate, scarred fingers brushed against his intricate emblem.

Ash gasped with delight and Sara nodded with satisfaction. "Goo. Sean, do you promise to take care of her when I can't?" Troy asked seriously and Sean swore to it. Ash whispered to Luna, "He is a natural Alpha." "She is helping him feel the need to protect" Sara said as she nodded to Samantha. "That's why Omega's are so important. They can make a whole pack work together and make the alpha stronger just by being there" Alpha explained. Ash nodded, understanding. Already she felt the pull to train harder and help her pack mates just so they could make sure that Samantha was safe and proud of her pack.

Standing naked before his lingerie clad mother his cock began to rise. Georgia's mind began to process the wondrous sight before her eyes. Her sons cock looked red and swollen and seemed to glisten with what looked to be Vaseline. Her first thought was there was something wrong but as he hardened she realized the reason why it was in this state. The first letter sat beneath the underside of the head, below the eye of his cock. A "G" emblazoned in bold grey italic. The other letters trailed downwards towards his ball sack, the "A" at the base of his now fully erect penis. Her name, "GEORGIA" tattooed forever on her son's cock.

“I’ve only got white. Is that okay?” Chris nodded and gave her a cheeky smile. Almost without thinking, Geogina let out a sigh. Chris’s smile faded almost instantly, locking his big brown eyes with hers.

It tasted like cardboard. Law glanced down at his soaked shirt. Then without a word he reached for the buttons. One by one and shrugged it off. He had broad shoulders, lean muscle carved under skin. A viper tattoo coiled up his ribs same style as Silas’s. Two astronomical symbols inked high on his chest: one I recognized as Orion, the other something fainter, older-looking. Scars here and there thin and faded like stories he didn’t tell. I stared for too long before snapping my eyes away.

"Why are you even interested in that Omega?" "Different from the opinion of the werewolves. Omega is not a weak and stupid species ... " Balthazar paused and then breathed out. "I once researched the characteristics of an Omega, at that time Omega was quite discriminated against by other werewolves. Even though my research was not finished, I remember that an Omega usually emits a certain scent that indicates the emotion they are feeling. When happy, Omega usually gives off a sweet, fruity scent. berrie

Lush’s POV A small white label on the top bore my name in simple, block letters: *LUSH*. There was no return address, no shipping barcode, and no postage stamp. It had been hand-delivered, bypassed the outer security checkpoints, and deposited straight into the heart of Alexander’s sanctuary.

His eyes were bloodshot, he was so angry he wanted to cry. Everyone around him were betas and alphas so their eyes rolled back hearing Davi’s words. The same staff that said they could find the brand owner stepped up and said, “You’re an omega, it's normal that alphas will touch you.” It was said nonchalantly and like it was his fault.