Romans & histoires Omega Peter

“Why do you still call yourself an omega? I mean, I know you were one, but I thought you’d have held yourself in high esteem after Sia made you his concubine but you don’t and I want to know why” I laugh subtly. “Becoming his concubine doesn’t elevate my status in anyway. I still see myself as an omega, because my duties and obligations are still that of an omega. When Sia was injured, I treated his wounds. That’s what an omega does Dogara. They humble themselves before all, serving in silence. They let themselves get walked over, kicked, beaten, humiliated, just to achieve a single goal”. “And what’s your goal Crinka?” “That’s the first time you’re calling me by name”.

It's almost a sad smile. “Just a heads up, Aquatic is actually considered as a warrior Pack. Almost everyone in it is a warrior who is skilled in fighting and what they all hate most is weakness...” he says then pauses and looks at me straight in the eyes, his smile fully disappearing, but I get the message crystal clear. They will hate me too because I am a weak Omega! “I wish you luck.” he says and I nod, whispering a muffled 'thanks'.

“Do you now that omegas aren't really that weak. We are the last rnak in the werewolf power hierarchy but we sure do have some benefits. I rolled my eyes, kickin' my feet against a stone on the floors asI snapped on sone trousers. I made my way down the rest of the forest as I ignore the thing aged just said. I wasn't interested in what she was saying. To be very honest, she was speaking shit. And I wasn't buying into it. What stupid use could an omega spirit wolf be of? What? I asked myself for a long while before I finally decided to ask her questions. The corners of my lips pulled into a tight skike as I opened the mind link to send her a question. “What use are you of? Are you strong? Do

In his place stood a man who radiated a quiet, terrifyingly formidable power. Oscar hadn't just 'done well'. He had built Wayne Industries, a sustainable timber empire, but in the supernatural world, he was something much more: he was a Natural Alpha. He had gathered the displaced, the rogues, and the ‘unwanted’ wolves and turned these thousand acres of mountain forest into a fortress. If Duncan Alonso was an Alpha of cold steel and glass, Oscar Wayne was an Alpha of deep roots and solid oak. They were equals in power, but worlds apart in soul.

And with it, the hunt. She placed her hand over her stomach again, this time gently. “You'd be safe” She whispered to the life inside her. “I promise it.” Behind her, Lowell drifted into a restless sleep, his breath evening out. Uriel stayed awake beneath the moonlight, scanning for movement. They had tried to erase her. Now, she would hunt them down. They would face the fury of the woman they created. The omega was gone. And in her place stood something far more dangerous.

As we finish up,I rush to get to the Locker room to freshen up, the locker room smells of sweat and metal and little to no pheromones. I keep my head down to get my breathing in check, my heart hasn't stopped racing since the run. The suppressant patch had already worn off from being worn too long, I peel it off slowly. For a moment, I feel relief. my faint omega scent , subtle ,light and clean escapes. An unmistakable omega scent. The kind that doesn't belong to an Alpha. I wave my hand in the air, as if that would do anything to it. That's when the door opens

This book is dedicated to Bukade—my awesome friend who's helped me very very much in the creation of this book, and Favour Edem, too—my first love, for taking her time to explain stuffs about Werewolves, and Vamps, and Witches to me. For all those looking into my book, Omega, which by the way is entering the ‘Mate the Alpha’ contest, I am quite optimistic that this book will be worth your time and you will enjoy every bit of it. ❤️

She nodded. "There is another issue," Rome said drawing my attention to him. "What issue?" I asked surprised. He had not mentioned any issue to me. "Her wolf. It's way bigger than a normal omega" My eyes widened. I didn't notice and it didn't feel like I was big. "Big?" "Almost as big as an Alpha" "That's impossible" I voiced out. "Highly impossible. There has never been any case of an omega being big. Are you sure you're an omega?" Samantha asked.

"Why are you doing this? I am your Luna?" Alison Carter, Luna of the Rose Moon Pack, cried while clutching her side. Bleeding from her Alpha's claws. Her red long hair was now drenched with blood. Her sapphire eyes reflected her fear and disgust against the perpetrators.

Drown in facts until my emotions had to stand on a chair and wave to get attention. I opened my laptop, the hinge warm against my knees. The screen reflected back a woman who looked like she hadn’t slept and like she might never again and like she’d fight anyone who tried to write that fact for her. I typed werewolf pack hierarchy into the search bar like I hadn’t spent a week rolling my eyes at shop-gossip words: Beta, Gamma, Omega. Sean had said Omega and I’d thought it was a joke. I felt stupid enough to apologize to him tomorrow and bring him a cookie.