Omega Steve Rogers Novels & Stories

Storming into theirs I kneel down out of breath “ Oh goodness are you alright dear?” grams says running over to me “ yeah I’m fine I just had to walk back here because my car wouldn’t start.” “ I wonder if you were a target.” she mumbled “ what?” “ Nothing dear, go to the kitchen and I’ll make some tea.” I do as she says, watching her make tea I couldn’t help but ask “ Have you heard of this ‘king’ rogue who’s built himself a pack back in the US?”

she slapped my hand away, then stomped inside her room. I turned my phone on and was greeted by several texts from Simon. 'I am sorry to bother you, Sebastian, but I have bad news. Crestwood Hotels and co. stole Steve Rogers from us. I think the corporate rat is behind this. call me later so we can discuss the details.' Simon said. I groaned and typed a quick reply to Simon. This was no good. The spy was ruining the company's chance to progress further. We have to catch him sooner than later.

Rodgers had actually snapped at me was when I forgot to get him his coffee. Mr. Carl Rodgers has been working at Allan Establishment for nearly 10 years now. He's literally the best boss anyone can ask for. Kind, polite and fair. We all love him. I honestly thought working as the CEO's assistant in such a big company would be hard work but Mr. Rodgers is a really good boss, never burdens me or anything, one of the reasons why I love my job. There was a knock on my door, I get up and open it and there stood Steve, the coffee guy "Thank you so much!" I say with a smile as Steve hands me two cups.

The situation was now becoming intense with everything bestowed on rogers next action. “Should we attack him boss?” one of them whispers to rogers. “NO!” he answers and makes some few steps towards Valentine, everyone froze on seeing this as the environment changed and the mist kept on blurring their view, a cold and light wind blew through them and this implied that it wasn’t safe for them anymore. “Let me out buddy, this guy is really pulling my nerves!” Cadis says to Valentine. “You have killed one of our own werewolf, we don’t wish to fight you” Rogers says as everyone else feels so disappointed as he spoke, they were itching to strike on the werewolf and avenge Lucas death at that point

Dr Steve got up and welcomed me with a warm hug, “Max! It’s good to see you again.” “Good to see you too, Doc.” I proceeded to introduce John to him. “This is my friend, John Rhodes of the River Moon Pack. John, this is Dr Steve Grey of-“ “I do know Dr Grey, he’s a legend.” Both men laughed as John extended his hand to Dr Steve who took it and both men shook hands warmly. “It’s nice to finally meet you in person, Dr Steve.” “Same here, Mr Rhodes.” “Please just call me John. I’ve heard a lot about you sir and I have to say, a good job well done.”

The Ironwood beta laughed so hard he had to wipe his eyes. “You? Silver Hollow’s so desperate they’re sending a half-shifted omega to face me?” I stepped into the pit anyway. The dirt was still wet with Bastian’s blood and Gregor’s sweat, and my bare feet squelched against it. The Ironwood beta stood on the far side, still laughing. He was built like a battering ram, with a thick neck and fists the size of my skull, and his brown wolf’s claws clicked against the stone as he cracked his knuckles one by one.

These two men were cultivators in the golden core realm. With the silence and pondering look on Claire’s face Steve believed he would be victorious with his bodyguards assigned by the Organization. If it wasn’t for their help, he would still be rotting away in some cell, being Big Bubba’s bitch. So, he owed himself to the Organization. “What? Now you see the power I have with the Organization as my backer.” Steve stated coldly. Laughter. Yes, utter laughter came from the Weston family, including Claire and her servants. Steve and the two men were shocked over this outcome, and they looked at one another in confusion.

The Alpha of Black Dragon said with a cold smile. “Maximus Fang,” Lady Long replied coldly. Maximus looked at Steve and a small smile tugged at corners of his lips. “And you are the werewolf responsible for killing a lot of my men.” The Alpha said with grudging admiration. “Steve Kane, Sterling Creek,” Steve said with a curt nod. “Well met, Alpha Steve,” Maximus replied with a nod of his own. “But you know that I cannot let this go, I will come for you.” “I would not expect any less, Alpha Maximus,” Steve brusquely.

He was tall around 6’2 and his brunette hair and hairstyle reminded me someone who unwontedly barged in my life. Maybe it’s him….. My curiosity got best out of me and I found myself walking to the man. I with hushed steps walked closer to him. The man was looking at the grave and was unaware of my approaching hushed footsteps. As I was 3 steps away from him he suddenly turned with speed of tornado and a cold metal touched my forehead. My eyes widened. It was him….James Russo….but my eyes didn’t widened on him seeing here but on what was in his hand that he was pointing on my forehead.

Owing to this, no one dared move close to him. Although he wasn’t as handsome as Miller, he wasn’t ugly. But even if any lady was to make advances at him, his attitude is a total turn-off. Despite all of these bad sides, he was able to make only one friend in the whole of Omaha, and people wondered how the two got along so well. His name is Rogers. Miller was still caught up in astonishment when Rogers stamped his rod on the ground once again to gain his attention. Before Miller could say a word, Rogers began…