Omega's Sister Mga Nobela at Kwento

But in this darkness, Madame Maggie emerged as a beacon of hope, lately she has been secretly nourishing me with meals free of wolfsbane, risking her own safety for my well-being. School was my only respite but now am done with it, yet even there, Myra, Alpha Lowell's daughter, ensured my misery. A troublemaker and bully, she took delight in tormenting me both in the classroom and within the pack house walls. And then there was Luna Desi, Alpha Lowell's mate, whose very gaze could petrify. She was a force not to be trifled with, ensuring that I remained in the shadow of the label 'worthless omega.' So the ball wasn't just only about finding a mate to me; it's about breaking free from the ch

The only thing she did know was that she was determined protect her Clan at all costs, just like her father had. "Go and talk about it to the elders," Olivepaw snorted. Olivepaw was Antpaw's sister, but she acted nothing like her brother. Instead she was an annoying furball who enjoyed making sure everyone around her was miserable. Sprucekit supposed that was because Olivepaw was miserable herself. The only way she could enjoy life was when everyone else felt the same. But today Sprucekit wasn't going to let Olivepaw get to her. "Besides, we have real apprentice duties to finish," she added after cleaning her whiskers off. "Do you mean like cleaning out the elder's nests?" Sootpaw sneered.

“Dear Diary, My sister burned the omegas foot at the bon fire this evening, on purpose. We were together there when she suddenly disappeared. When she didn’t come back for a while, I went to looking for her. The scent of burning flesh led me to the old pack kitchen. She had the omega’s mouth covered and her hand pressed against the hot burning stove.

A few young female wolves even whispered openly about how she “lost her worth the moment she lost her wolf.” I clenched the phone harder. “I’m really sorry… if it werent for me, you wouldn't have been…an omega. You protected me.” She replied weakly. “No, its not your fault. I’m your sister.” Understanding her situation wasn’t hard, because that reality had become mine, too. She added gently, “Angel… I know it’s been rough for you too. I mean, you still haven’t started your job. If you need money, I can transfer some…”

Crap. I walked inside the Omega Quarter, my sister was inside. Since we were assigned to the Kings, specifically to me was King of Fire and she was to King Ice, Colden. "Good morning, Sister." I hugged her. She was sitting in the vanity mirror. "Morning." She gave me a small smile. "How's your night with King Wind?" Her fist closed. "I will kill him in my bare hands when he takes advantage of you." My feet stuck on the ground. She was always like that, protective of her family. She was also joined the secret training for the omega so that she could learn how to fight even though she was in the bottom of the rank.

“She’s my sister. That’s all you need to know.” “Bullshit,” it was Alpha Taylor who responded. “No disrespect to you, but your wolf is a fluke. Both your parents are Omegas. Producing strong wolves once is a miracle; twice is impossible.” “You’re in my pack. Under my protection,” Alpha Tristan growled darkly. Ignoring Mina and focusing on me. “I just watched your wolf heal a bad silver cuff burn. Don’t bother acting like a regular pack member. Nothing about you is ordinary,”

“Surely you didn’t just wake up one day and decided that you want to rescue omegas for a living.” “Are you expecting a tragic backstory?” “No.” I frowned. “Is it tragic?” “No.” He rubbed the back of his neck as he turned back to face the fire. “Our sister recently took over as director for an Omega Center in a dead beat town. There are a lot of omegas that were abused and placed in danger due to the old director who took advantage of his position. She asked us to help out a few times.” Pausing, he glanced at me. “Would you like some tea?”

A sharp kick to my face sent me sprawling backward. My eyes burned as sand and dirt scraped against them. I gasped, my hand flew straight to my bleeding nose. “Who is your Luna?” Cynthia sneered. “I am no Luna to a useless omega.” I trembled, my body screaming in exhaustion. “Please, ma… I didn’t do anything. I am just a lowly omega.” She squatted and yanked my hair up with her fingers, dragging it so hard I felt my scalp pulling out, “An Omega that's mated to my man, my husband!” she hissed in anger before pushing my head back, “You're not innocent Omega, Daphne. Like I said earlier, I have heard about you!”

“Mate!” yells Oaklen inside my head as I watch my sister crouching in wolf form to attack the girl. She is not what I expected. Curvy and tall with long black curls falling down her back. I see her lock onto me as the wind blows in her direction, knowing she sensed it too. Odd, I had never really noticed her in our pack before, but I could sense why. She had Omega blood. I grimace at the laughing stock I will be for this. And to think, I really though last nights dream had been a reality. Nobody would take me seriously as the Alpha of Alphas with an omega mate. The moon goddess really got this match wrong I huff to myself. Oaklen growls at me “Do not insult our mate. She is a fair match agai

I manage to say a few seconds later, "What about you, Rosie? Is there a special someone you like?" My sweet sister turns shockingly red and makes me laugh. She is the only one of my omega sisters who has never been obsessed with the idea of having an alpha. "Uhm... I don't know." "What do you mean you don't know? Tell me! That means you do have someone!” "There's someone I like, but... they’re not an alpha," she says quietly, as if Dad can hear her. That fills me with curiosity, "Her name is Mallory and… she's an omega, too."