Novel & Cerita Omega Peter

Helios slaps his leg and starts laughing again. “Look at her!” he points me up and down. “She’s so scrawny! And her legs are like twigs! She’ll be taken out before she can even say ‘boo!’” He starts laughing uproariously again. I size him up. He’s not that athletically built; with his short pudgy legs, I am confident I can run rings around him and not break a sweat. He walks up to me and looks at me like how one would look at an insect through a microscope. “Omega,” he says, “I can’t even smell your wolf. Shift for us, I want to see how good you are.”

Today was my 18th birthday. It's a very exciting day for a wolf. Your wolf can recognize their mate. (Most of the time) In my case this won't happen since I still haven't shifted. Nobody in my pack knew expect for my mother and my younger brother. I was the family disgrace which is why I am the packs only omega.

Connor yelled at me. “She…. is…not…dead.. Alpha.” He said amidst the choking. “What?” I released my grip making Luke fall to the ground with a loud thud. “Then what's the bad news?” Connor frowned. Luke stood up from the floor and met my gaze. “She is an Omega, Alpha Ryan.” “What?” “She is an Omega sir,she has lost too much blood and she can't survive.We all know that Omegas are weaker than us on a normal day not to talk of what she has gone through.”

He knows and understands me so well. "Okay, the thing is, he isn't an ordinary Omega". I told him and I saw that he doesn't understand what I just said. "How do you mean? I'm confused please explain". He said. "He's a gifted Omega, as in, he has special abilities unlike other Omegas and because of his gifts he's in danger and I need to protect him". I explained. "What gift does he have? and who is he in danger from?". He asked

The next morning, Matilda woke up feeling groggy and disoriented. She had tossed and turned all night, haunted by nightmares of her parent's death. As she got dressed, she tried to push the memories out of her mind and focus on the day ahead, she heard a knock on the door. She opened it to find two omegas standing in front of her. One was a tall, thin blonde named Felicia, and the other was a short, plump redhead named Emily. Matilda recognized them as two of the pack's other omegas.

I guessed they were there to discuss what they did regarding Lisa and me. I knocked on the door. Then Upsilon Michael Wolfie, the spies of our pack, opened the door. Once he saw me, he bowed. “You came on time, Beta Cameron.” “What are they discussing?” “About you, Delta Lisa,” he shrugged and added, “and the Omega.” “The Omega has a name. Her name is Anna Warren.” “Yes, Omega Anna.” I ignored Michael and stepped inside. The noisy discussion died suddenly when they saw me. “Well, who’s here? Just on time. We’re discussing what we should do with the incident.”

I say . I didn't want to push him to reveal secrets that weren't even his . He nods . " It's better that way . " " But can I at least ask what an omega is ? " As if it wasn't obvious already , my knowledge of the supernatural world is quite limited and I don't even know the most basic things . Ugh . Why didn't dad let my trainers teach me things besides vampirism ? It's ridiculous . Knowledge is power is it not ? " An omega is a wolf who never turned . They're more like humans than wolves honestly . " He shrugs , not seeming to make a big deal out of it .

The latter remained silent and just heaved a sigh before taking his shirt off, exposing his perfectly chiseled abs, and skin almost sparkling under the moonlight, thanks to his sweat. “He fought with a newborn, werewolf’s gifts not working on him, omega pheromones that’s too intoxicating… he’s a special one, isn’t he?” Zeev enumerated and glanced at the guy sitting on the ground. “Maybe too special to even bother Tyr of Moon Stone,” he continued. “Aren’t you, too?” “Well, kind of. He doesn’t look like an omega except his scent. Though, it can happen. Rarely… but I’m sure it happens.” Zeev nonchalantly debated.

He yanked my hair, dragging my head back as he whispered, voice dripping with venom, “You’re a worthless wolf that I use whenever I like. You are lower than a slave. You have no right to fight back. You have no right to speak. You are a wolfless, barren omega.” His words sliced deeper than his hands ever could. My chest tightened. Rage simmered beneath my skin, burning me alive. He finally released my hair, shoving me backward. I lifted my head, my teeth clenched. My fists trembled at my sides as I whispered, “Reject me then.”

the head warrior signaled, noticing that even one of his companions hesitated to attack me. Who would bother attacking a mere omega? Another warrior sighed and shook his head. "Omega..." He chuckled, looking me up and down. "What do you want to receive, Omega? A punch? Or a kick?" I didn't answer, I simply bowed. My action made it difficult for the warriors to harm me. To them, I was like a flimsy piece of paper that would fly away with a single blow. Nala remained hidden within the depths of my mind, unwilling to assist me.