Novel & Cerita Omega Sirius Black

And then something happened that Saeris did not decide. Sirius came forward and took the wheel entirely. She felt her hand rise, felt the power surge up through her like a tide that had been waiting behind a dam, and she did not just see threads of gold, not exactly, she saw the thing that animated him, the vital current running underneath skin and bone, the core of it all, and she slashed it. The rogue leader froze. It lasted two seconds. Perhaps three. His face went blank, his eyes unfocused, then he folded and hit the ground.

After the fifth try, his warm chuckle echoed through the bond. “My day is much better after hearing your voice, My Moon.” That simple reply eased my heart more than any medicine. Just like that, night settled over the Wild Prowlers Pack. Exactly after the twelve hour deadline, the door opened. I looked up as Osiris strode inside wearing a black Alpha suit. His expression was calm and unreadable—every inch the Alpha of the Wild Prowlers Pack. He stopped before me. “The culprit has been arrested.” A wave of relief washed over me.

"I'll keep training, keep fighting. I'll prove you wrong." Alpha Terry chuckled. "You can keep trying, but you'll never succeed," he said. "In fact, I think it's time we gave you a new position in the pack. From now on, you'll be the omega. You'll be at the bottom of the pack hierarchy, serving the other members and doing whatever they ask of you." Matilda's heart sank. Being an omega was the lowest position in the pack, the one reserved for the weakest and most submissive werewolves. It was a position of servitude, one that no self-respecting werewolf would ever willingly accept.

He really had the guts to spit out sensational sh*t to his followers. "Sister Emily…" I gripped my ear as I began to hear Momo's voice. I tossed my head around hoping his voice would fade away but it only made it worse. My ears bled, the pain intense as I fell to the ground. "The Witch is down, this might just be our time to end her once and for all." The clashing sound of metals behind me sent shivers down my spine. Momo's voice had faded but I was in far greater trouble.

Zion frowned. "What have you done? I feel disgusted to even talk about it." Mr. Black rubbed his face before speaking, "You tried to rap a girl. I feel so ashamed. How can you forget with your IQ of 150+ that you have a wife? How can you be so low?" With that the colours on his face faded. That bitch made a complaint against him. She hasn't learnt her lesson yet. "Mom, give me Hannah's phone number." They heard him saying.

He had never met a witch even once in his life… until now. “Sriwijaya Witch.” Rob spat forward in disgust. Within a few meters, the male witch stopped and cocked his head quietly. He exclaimed in a clear and emotionless voice, “You are allowed to turn around and discourage yourself from going wherever you are going now.” Rob took a step forward. “Since when did this street belong to you, traitor?” The witch smiled crookedly. “Since The Cursed and Wolvire gave me orders to stop you.” Saga and Justin gasped when they heard the word wolvire mentioned.

’ Sirius took the whisky and downed it in one handing back the glass for a refill, ‘He will face trial for treason against the Pack. He deliberately kidnapped Luna and raped her, and then he choked her to death, these are the facts. He will die for this.’ Anders could hear the pain in his voice, ‘He is your Son Sirius, your flesh and blood, you can show him compassion’ Sirius looked up and his eyes glowed golden they were filled with a cold fury, ‘He murdered my Mate while he was raping her, he got off on killing her and you want me to show him compassion? Really?’

All eyes were on me. “Execution?” I laughed, looking at my wine glass. “What a waste. I don't want his corpse. I want every drop of his blood to replicate his process. Imagine an army of ten thousand men with the strength of Subject Zero. The human world, the Council... everyone on their knees.” “But he won't let himself be caught, Alpha” intervened an informant sitting at the end of the table. “Killian Blackwood lives in a fortress. He passes himself off as a professor and a tycoon. He is protected.”

It was a fighter, a warrior. The leader of the rogues snarled, his eyes flashing. "Who are you?" he shouted, his voice trembling with fear. "I am Darius Blackmaw. I am the Alpha of the Blackrock Pack." The black wolf did not react. He only shifted, a quiet, silent specter who attacked without warning. He was a force of nature, a whirlwind of teeth and claws. He tore through the rogues with brutal efficiency that made my blood curdle. They were no match for him. They were sacrificial lambs to the killing.