Omega Peter Parker Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I'm asking now." Sighing, she dropped the piece of burger she was holding. She forced herself to sober up, fixing the man across her with a solemn stare. "I'm Lexie Cassandra Lancer," She began. "age 24, professional paparazzi and omega of the Chicago Pack." "I'm Marcus Jonathan Fitzwilliam, age 28, Beta in line to the Lycan and heartthrob of many." Marcus mimicked her, also trying to keep the humor out of his voice.

Mom’s a healer. In the pack, there are different ranks. There’s the Alpha, leader of the pack, anpd the Luna, his mate. Then their family. Then the Beta—my dad—second in command. Next is the Gamma, third in command. Then the warriors, who guard the borders. Then hunters, in charge of food. And the healers, who tend to the injured. The lowest rank? Omegas. My rank. Omegas are the weakest werewolves. No strength to guard, no wisdom to heal. And among omegas, I might be the weakest.

Others stared at her with something that almost seemed like admiration. Kane rose up slowly from his seat, with pure and unfiltered malice practically dancing in his eyes. “Do you have any idea who you’re talking to? You’re nothing, little girl… A wolfless and lowly Omega, still smelling of weakness. Are you thinking your little tantrum makes you strong? It only makes you pathetic.”

Just then, a slap struck my face. “I have been waiting for the last fifteen minutes. How dare you make me wait for you? Can’t you come sooner?” Josh asked. Beside me sat a guy with black hair, red eyes, and a big body. He was the son of our Ironclaw pack’s alpha, meaning he was the heir, the next alpha of our pack. It had been years since we started dating. When I was eighteen, I thought I would be able to shift just like the others, but no, I wasn’t able to. That was when I found out I was cursed, that I would never be able to shift even though I was a member of a werewolf pack.

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

he reminded him. "It can be revived if I can get an omega" Haynes explained further. "Which you were unable to find after searching many communities of werewolves for years. Or are you planning to send me to the werewolves so that I could get bitten and become a 'floater' like you?" Sergeanti laughed hysterically. He had discovered his plans. Haynes was a very dubious dishonest and wicked wizard. "No, you don't need to go and search for any werewolves because an omega is lurking in Greenford right now" Haynes ascertained.

“Upsilon Michael Wolfie, ma'am.” “I’m Omega Anna Warren.” “I know. But I believe we have an unsettled debt.” “What do you mean?” As his stare was now on my body, I crossed my arms over my chest. “What?” “Still feisty as you used to be.” He caught my chin and touched it. “So soft. I want to taste you again.” I immediately jerked myself out of his grasp. “What?! You must be out of your mind. Leave!” “Not yet! Before I get what I want.”

omega. I stopped walking and froze on the spot, eyes glued to the paper. It wasn't alpha. Not beta. It was damn fucking omega. Everything disappeared in my eyesight. Even the paper went dark. The word 'omega' enlarged in my vision. O M E G A. The word rang in my head.

someone called out in agreement and more voices joined. “Divorce your omega wife and you can marry your fated mate. The moon goddess has blessed you with a beta born as your mate! With her by your side, you will finally be stronger and we can win the war. The future of the pack is going to be safe!” Elder Zachary cheered.

Most of the employees who worked here were from our pack, so that wasn’t surprising. “Adam?!” I yelled over the music. “Is that you?” Adam was an omega in our pack. They are the lowest level in a werewolf pack, but our pack treats everyone equally, no matter their rank. Adam and I were lab partners in tenth grade, then became friends after that.