Omega Steve Rogers Novels & Stories

"Figured you would want to see her," Steve replied before looking over his cubicle. "Hey, Ty, take Mr Rohan here to see our newest guest." "Yes, Mr Stanislovoski," the young man said as he dropped his coffee and put his system on "sleep" before gesturing to Maxwell "Come with me, sir." "Thanks, man," Maxwell said to Steve. "Nope, you don't get to wiggle with a thank-you. You just used up the favour I owe you."

Gabby's eyes went wide "something, I should know about here, Roger?" "Don't be stupid" Roger shook his head, but even he had to admit his wolf was acting very strange was curious about her wolf like nothing he had never been before. The minute he had seen her wolf he had tried to scent her and now too peeking at her human counterpart and growling at his Beta over a single comment on her appearance. "What is it Telly?" He asked his wolf. "Disrespectful Beta" he had replied and problem off to the back of Rogers mind, his tail flicking furiously back and forth. Roger shook it off and let it go.

“The omega you despised all your life is your only heir. And she defeated you.” Steve shifts back to his human form, blood trickling from his neck. He tries to stop the bleeding, but it bubbles out uncontrollably. His eyes bulge in defiance as he croaks, “Never... can... happen.” His words are garbled from his broken throat. He tries to say more, but Flash bites down, ending his life.

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

Except he was the person on the bike that night. “You’ve been following me around?” I narrowed my gaze, my fingers curling into a fist. He dipped the phone back into his pocket. “Let’s just say I take an interest in patients before treating them.” “I’m not your patient.” “Not yet,” he said, still calm. “But if I were to release the pictures and tell the world that you are becoming an omega. Imagine how the press would ravage it. ‘Tom Rivers is becoming an Omega for Gerard Vance, the man who created the Omega drug so Alphas could fall in love.” He paused, staring at me. “Beautiful headline. Do you think your father would like it?”

I pointed out. “Your pack was constantly under attack from a neighbouring pack and Steve needed them gone so he went to the rogues for help. They offered him their protection and helped him defeat his enemies and in return he would be on their side and hand over his army when the time came.” Aaron clarified and I growled. How stupid was Steve to strike a deal with the rogues? If he wasn’t already dead, I would have killed him. “Anything else?” I asked Aaron and he shook his head.

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t

The information he sent made Rogan’s face go cold. “A-Alpha! There is a problem!!! Rogue wolves have appeared at the border. They are heading towards the territory at a fast speed. Alpha what are your orders?!!” This pack member asked, shivering at the sight of so many savage rogues. Rogan was a good Alpha. Even though he had a track record for being cruel and ruthless in his ways. He was a good Alpha. The people of the pack both respected and feared him. “Immediately try to identify how many rogues we are dealing with and find out where they are concentrated.” Rogan immediately barked out orders. Next, he announced the news to the pack through a mind link.

His body shimmered and began to shift. The transformation was both terrifying and beautiful. Bones cracked, muscles stretched, and thick fur—deep obsidian with streaks of silver—rippled across his growing frame. In seconds, the man was gone, replaced by the majestic beast that was his wolf, Ravik. Massive and regal, Ravik stood taller than any other werewolf on the field. His glowing golden eyes shone with a fierce determination, and his presence radiated raw, unyielding power. He didn’t wait. With a snarl that echoed across the shore, he sprinted through the rift. The crack sealed behind him the moment his hind legs crossed the line.

Was she captured too? “Please…I don't know what's happening, who are you and what do you want from me?” I asked hopelessly. “Come on princess, you're supposed to be the strongest of us all. Where's all your power? Huh?” He was shaking my head from left to right. “Well if you insist that you don't know who I am,” he said, smirking and looking down at me. “I am Derek Stoic! Alpha Derek Stoic!” He all but proclaimed to me.