Novel & Cerita Omega Squad Star Wars

Kassandra's POV: First off let me tell you how I got to be an omega in my pack. It was one tragic night when I was 14 and I was at home with my parents, the alpha and luna of the Red river pack in texas. I had just got home from school and went to take a nap when I heard a noise from the living room. I went down to check it out and saw that three rogues had found their way into our house. Next thing I know my father was dead and my mother told me to run and that's what i did.

Did I say something wrong? Ford glances at his mate, but he continues, “We believe everyone has an important part in the pack, regardless of what it is. Everyone is taught war tactics and how to fight. People will always underestimate omegas and children. These tactics and fighting moves may be exactly what will save them one day.”

"Carter, don’t tell me you’re going soft on this useless Omega again." Carter didn't even look at me as he spoke. "Soft on her? She doesn’t deserve it. I’m keeping her here to pay back every ounce of humiliation I swallowed because of Jake. I could never feel sorry for a traitor." I lifted my head. The truth finally settled in the marrow of my bones. It was all fake. The stars, the oaths, the healing—it was a long-con setup. There was never any love. I pushed myself off the floor, fueled by a sudden, freezing clarity. I used every scrap of strength I had left and swung.

"Did you really think a fat, dying human could ever truly be my Luna?”, the words I never expected from Jacob, my bond mate came out with no remorse I gave that man everything. My body. My loyalty. My son. My Health. And when his fated mate walked in, he chose her — then watched Lucy kill my child before he finished what she started. I died hating them both. I woke up as someone else. My name was Rachel Black. Now I'm wearing Danielle Carmen's face, sleeping in her bed, married to a man who never wanted me — Jackson, obligated to me by a mother who's been pulling his strings since birth. I don't remember Danielle's life. But I remember someone tried to end it before I got here. So I'll u

“Rise.” The word cracked through the air like a whip. Wolves obeyed, slow and stiff, as if the earth itself clung to their knees. Nicole’s gaze traveled across their faces, cataloguing them: the loyal, the reluctant, the broken, the few who still simmered with defiance. She marked them all. The council emerged from the shadows of the trees, robes torn and streaked with mud. Their polished dignity had not survived the night, but their eyes still glittered with the sharp edge of politics. The eldest, Corvin, stepped forward first, his cane sinking deep into the blood-soaked soil. “You have ended the fated mate,” he said, his voice creaking with disbelief. “You have shattered the bond that boun

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."