Novel & Cerita Omega Sirius Black

Jason's POV The interrogation room is cold and sterile, designed to be uncomfortable for the prisoners sitting across from me. Lord Blackmoor looks smaller here than he did in the reports, diminished by suppression cuffs and the weight of his crimes. But his eyes still hold calculation, constantly assessing what he can gain from this conversation. "An omega," he says when I enter with Commander Hayes. "They're sending an omega to interrogate me?" "I'm here to provide perspective on the experiments you funded," I say, keeping my voice level. "To help you understand what you actually did to people like me."

His screams echoed for a heartbeat before they were choked off. His eyes wide. His throat torn like the feral stab of a cursed blade. My breath was ragged. My vision blurred red as Zorry howled. Howling in a manner she had never howled. “What is happening?” I asked Zorry, a flick of confusion creeping in. And then… silence. I staggered back, shaking, covered in blood that wasn’t mine. Jackson Blackwood lay broken and still, his body twisted, his chest caved in. The cousin of Alpha Volvo Blackwood is dead. And not just an ordinary death, but the death in the hands of an omega. In the hands of dirt.

They had manipulated Kira’s former mate into stirring conflict within his own pack, creating the perfect opportunity to eliminate Kaelen. “Kaelen was supposed to die at the hands of the Blackwood Pack; that way, everything would resolve itself cleanly, with no loose threads leading back to us. But I never expected that Blackwood brat to be so weak. Tch! I thought he was supposed to be one of their elite warriors,” Sirius sneered. The guard, now serving as Sirius’s acting second-in-command, continued his report. “Kira Wilder was the one who got shot. The silver poisoned her wolf, so it’s unlikely they’ll be able to return anytime soon.”

But he did not exert his real strength out of fear that he might hurt me. I refused to get up. When he realized he could not push me off, he tilted his head back and simply gave up. I had only ever heard that the black wolf lineage was the most loyal to their mates, but I had not expected it to be this appealing. He looked so fierce, yet he was surprisingly mild-mannered. In the previous timeline, I had chosen Marin and spent several days persuading him before he finally agreed to form a bond. That ungrateful carp had a foul temper and was extremely spoiled.

And then I realized who it was. The goddess Selena. Her voice resonated in every bone of my body. “Lorien, child of pain and perseverance—you have been given a wolf. For your love, your strength, your refusal to break, I grant you what was denied.” I felt him gasp against me, felt his entire body shake. My heart nearly burst from my chest. She was giving him a wolf. My Lorien. My omega. Her voice turned toward me. “Cassius Blackwood. You will take your sons, Caius and Lucian, into battle. They are your blood and his. They will carry you to victory.”

Sirius roared. Sirius never used his special powers because they were too cruel but he was too angry at what Griffin had done to June. "Hailey Feng!" Griffin screamed, "She gave me the omega's information! It was Hailey Feng! Please get that horrid thing away from me please!" Sirius looked at the imagine his smoke had created and sighed. The smoke slowly dispersed. Sirius landed another kick on Griffin. "Get out," he snarled. Griffin quickly got up and ran out the room closing the door behind him.

"It appears that way, sir." I drain the rest of my whiskey, slamming the glass down on my desk. What the hell does Black see in her? Stella is nothing. A lowlife omega with no power, no status, no backbone. She was barely adequate as a Luna—couldn't even command respect from the pack members. She couldn't even please my sexual desires. She's pathetic. Weak. Worthless. So why is a rogue like Shawn Black—wealthy, powerful, connected—wasting his time on her?

"Come back to me." Osiris cocks his head to the side, and his eyes turn pitch black. This is nothing more than another negotiation. I tell myself in my head. I have just never negotiated like this before. "I am yours," I tell Osiris's wolf. "Is that what you need to hear from me?"

But at the exact moment Sirius had been ready to give up, Oscar had extended the vitalis from his own palms into Sirius' body, almost on instinct. He had built the first reverse loop for him. That alone had been enough. As though it had received a clear signal, the vitalis inside Sirius surged forward and began driving toward a complete reverse grand circuit on its own. It moved even faster than Oscar's own process had at the same stage. By all appearances, Sirius was about to complete the full circuit in a single uninterrupted attempt. Oscar's expression darkened. "That makes no sense." Both he and Sirius had damaged channels. So why could Sirius construct the grand circuit so quickly when

In the centre stands Elder Nora Stone, her silver hair pulled into that severe bun, her burgundy suit immaculate as ever, as if the execution of wolf families is nothing more than another meeting on her calendar. "Beta James Blackwood and his mate Lora," she announces, her voice carrying through the chamber with practiced authority. "Brought before this Council on charges of interfering with the Omega Directive, specifically the lawful collection of a Council-claimed omega." She begins to pace, hands clasped behind her back, heels clicking against the floor with metronome precision. I keep my eyes fixed on her, refusing to show submission even in this position of absolute vulnerability. "Sub