Omega Tim Drake Novels & Stories

“If you don’t want to lose your tongue. This omega is my mate and the queen of this region.” I blinked in surprise as Byron’s voice rang out, his hand gesturing to Olenna. “I don’t know what age you’re living in, but here, omega’s do important work.” She nodded slightly at him in acknowledgment. “An omega?” The guest said, contempt ringing in his voice. “I couldn’t tell.” “Perhaps you need to get your eyes checked.” Olenna said coolly. “We have excellent doctors here.” “How dare—“ “That’s enough.” Draven said Abd the hall immediately quietened. His gaze narrowed on the guest and those behind him. “Don’t forget whose council you’re currently standing in. This isn’t Europe.”

It’s not the first time that someone seeks advice from her about Omega ranks, but she still can’t help but feel shocked and confused about it since it's a very very rare condition. "I’m not sure, but if an Omega finds her or his partner, the heat will not go away, and his or her mate would be affected as well." Damien bit his lower lip when he heard what the doctor said. He took a deep breath and sighed before saying, "Thank you for the information, Doctor." He ended the call, put his phone in his pocket, and took a glance at his thigh, wherein his "thing" was visible. “So that’s the reason why I’m not satisfied. It’s because I’m also affected,” he muttered to himself. He wiped his palm on h

Five winners would be offered a record deal with two of the biggest labels in New Thailand. But those two labels were the only ones except for those handsome Alpha boys—maybe an attractive one or two, but mostly handsome—and Ashly was an Omega. As you could see, that is a huge problem—not for her, though. She loved his being an Omega. She owned her title proudly, and whoever had an issue with her gender could kiss her perky ass. When she was younger, Adom told her that being Omega was special. Omegas are the most cherished of them all because they're rare to find. If anyone harmed an Omega, they would be put in jail. But some Alphas and Betas treat Omegas like a piece of sh*t and say they're

"We'll see how he acts. If he truly wants to cooperate, I'll consider it." Drake gazed out into the night. Orkgate was already in chaos, but he wanted more. He wanted everyone, especially Marion, to know that he was the king there. No one could challenge his authority. Lara entered the room and reported, "Boss, Mr. Odom is here." "Send him away." Kale chimed in, "Boss, Mr. Odom's here to discuss a partnership. Shouldn't we at least hear him out?" "There's no use keeping dead weight around. Debra was right. Helping someone like him is a waste of time."

Adele asked while shaking her head in disappointment. “How did you find out, aunty? He said that he doesn’t want to be restrained by any rules and he wants to make his own rules in his life. So, he said he will become the great Omega who never follows anyone or anything,” Beryl stated proudly. Looking at his proud face, Adele howled at him. “Mom, I don’t like this Drake wolf at all. I think he is not suitable for my daughter. I can’t even guess, what you saw in him that made you praise him so much to me earlier.” Adele huffed and complained to her mother, Betty.

There was something about Drake that set him apart, something that made the others instinctively withdraw without being told to. It wasn’t just his past or his reputation. It was the way he carried himself, like he had nothing to prove and nothing to lose. Drake’s gaze moved slowly across the room, not searching, but assessing. He didn’t linger on any one person for long, yet each omega he passed seemed to shrink under that brief attention. One of them near the front lowered his head too quickly, the movement too abrupt to be natural. Drake noticed. He adjusted his path without hesitation and stopped in front of him. The omega stiffened, his hands tightening at his sides.

"Can you speak softer, you are going to embarrass me in front of everyone." Drake laughs and says. "I don't care what other people think about it because all I want to do to you is forever in my mind." I slap his arm and say. "Stop talking. Focus on your food." I can't believe I got a mate that is sweet and caring to me. Drake is probably 1.74cm tall which makes me feel short since I am about 1.65cm. Drake is the type of guy that I could love forever because he is handsome, muscular and all the things that girls will describe him.

An omega to be sold when it suited him. Lord Ulric Duskbane was no better. Heavyset with graying hair and calculating brown eyes, he always carried a cane, though no one knew if he truly needed it. He was the Pack’s financial head, the one who controlled the wealth, and he only cared about one thing! Which was money. He was the one who profited most from the omega trade. He saw me as property. Something to be used and discarded when I no longer held value. Then there was Lord Vance. He was quiet, always watching, waiting for weakness. If Kieran ever showed even the smallest sign of faltering, Vance would be the first to challenge him. I have been observant to know each of their schemes.

Drake’s POV Drake stood under the water in his shower and lifted his head into the spray. He was tired, somewhat depressed and bored. Troy was being kept busy with international investors, King Maxim and their other businesses. He needed to find his mate, his wolf was already agitated and becoming more ruthless as time went by. He travelled with Troy, extensively and on his own. It’s been years and he’d started to believe that she was dead or had taken a chosen mate. He’d never know.

"Why my office? You have your own office." "Yes but the way they get scared when you catch them in here is hilarious." I laugh and sit down at my desk throwing the banana peel in the trash and taking a bite. "Any word on the omega who escaped?" "Darrik has a lead on him. It'll be so good to finally finish this. I hate leaving things unfinished. Plus that little runt came after me. He'll get what he deserves coming after an Alpha like that." "I wanna be there when you torture him."