Omega Slick Novels & Stories

"Oh my God, I almost forgot! You guys didn't know? Meera here doesn't have a wolf. She's basically human. Completely useless." The brothers exchanged glances, and I wanted to disappear. "That's... interesting," the green-eyed one said slowly. "It's pathetic," Sienna corrected. She slid off the couch and walked over to me, pulling a small flask from her purse. "You know what? I feel bad for you, Meera. Let me buy you a drink. Consider it a peace offering." I looked at her suspiciously. "Why would you do that?" "Because I'm feeling generous." She poured something clear into a glass and held it out. "Come on. One drink won't kill you."

My wolves name was Victoria, she was a petite black wolf with a large white patch that covered most of her back. She greeted me coldly. We didn't get along much. "she didn't like being an omega." Like I enjoyed it either. I greet her back warmly but she only rolls her eyes. I ran through my favorite trail to the top of the cliff the hung out over a large lake being over flooded by a waterfall. I huff and fall to my stomach. Running didn't make me tired but I was exhausted. I watched the water cascaded down onto the rocks, staining them darker. I itched to jump off the cliff to go for a swim a twist in my stomach has me pausing. The hair on the back of my neck stand up and Victoria turned res

The Omega smells like a thin mint from God’s personal girl scout cookie stash. Her scent is so alluring that the great Victor Erickson kneels down to get a better taste. He’s not above it. His wolf is screaming at him to get closer. He wants to press his nose all up on that scent gland, on this Omega, who may or may not be alive. A gun clicks at his temple. “Just try it, motherf*cker,” a voice sounds, much deeper than expected of a typical Omega. In her half-dead state, the Omega has managed to disarm Victor and place him at gunpoint.

The servants could have them. The old Jessica was an Omega who hid from people and always sought validation before living her life. But now, this Jessica, in Sylvia's body, exuded a "fuck everyone" aura with a majestic appearance that made my haters shrink away. I boldly made my appearance in the media, where people from all over the world paid just to get a glimpse of me.

Nick snarls. I grip his shirt to make sure he doesn’t try to leave. “Calm down, babe; it’s not like me and him are sleeping together; the most he gets out of me are little tap kisses; it will be over soon; you just have to be patient.” I say. Nick glares at me, his eyes changing, his wolf trying to claw his way out. “Tell me, Riah, do you enjoy when his lips are on yours?” Nick is furious.

“We can use her to get information about John. Things we can use to blackmail him until he pays us back.” Alex frowned. “It won’t work.” “Why not?” “She was scared shitless last night when she got here. Daisy has no control over her fear which gives her away. She needs to learn better control of her emotions.” “She’s an omega,” I muttered. “I’ve met omega’s with better control of their emotions than her.” Movement from the corner of my eyes made me turn my head. There she stood, the omega that was currently the topic of our conversation. Behind her stood Elias, looking as pissed off as she did.

It meant he had no inclination to show mercy. Our pack was accustomed to socializing with humans. Sir Eros was also the CEO of the Hildart Group, which had diverse business interests in different countries. But humans were unaware of his true nature. In our pack, I was an Omega. I didn't know what the Alpha saw in me that he personally offered me this job. Maybe it was because I had many human friends?

It's almost a sad smile. “Just a heads up, Aquatic is actually considered as a warrior Pack. Almost everyone in it is a warrior who is skilled in fighting and what they all hate most is weakness...” he says then pauses and looks at me straight in the eyes, his smile fully disappearing, but I get the message crystal clear. They will hate me too because I am a weak Omega! “I wish you luck.” he says and I nod, whispering a muffled 'thanks'.

Even without a wolf's scent, my instincts were screaming. ​A man stepped into the sickly yellow light of the neon sign. He didn't smell like a wolf. He didn't even smell entirely human. He smelled like ozone, old parchment, and burnt circuitry. He was an Outcaster—a "Static," one of the rare humans who lived on the fringes of the Lycan corporate world, surviving by selling the one thing wolves couldn't master: pure, unadulterated data. ​"Nobody is looking for me," I rasped. My voice sounded like it had been dragged over gravel. "I'm an Omega. I'm nothing."

I took the liberty of bringing this. He showed her Death Claw, and she smiled at him. And thanks, wearing the silver contraption. Alpha Isaac of the Moonstone Pack and Luna Odessa of the Blood Moon Pack. In this round, there will be weapon combat. Odessa faced the average-looking wolf in front of her. He was well built and looked like he had fought with bears and even had a scar that ran across his eye to his cheek. But in her wolf's eyes, he was just average. He had what looked like a hammer slung over his massive shoulders.