Omega Tim Drake Novels & Stories

Seeing the jug of water I take the small bottle with my medication, and empty the continent’s on the jug, it doesn’t have a color to it making this easier, I only filled two glass as I ask the omega to bring me two more cups that I didn’t had in my office, once the omega returned with the two extra glass I had given my parents the two glasses with medication, and my two guests the same. The two glasses from the omega I gave to my mate, she looked at me a bit annoyed, we just became Alpha, and Luna there was zero Eason to have these old bag of shits taking still control over what the fuck was happening in our packs, with a fake smile I rose my glass to them. “To a better tomorrow.” I state wh

He said this and smiled at Adom. Adom just wanted to hug him. He was way too good for this world. He felt the tension and his nerves leave his body, and he laughed lightly. He could breathe again. “I'm so lucky to have you around. I had a reason not to tell anyone. Uhm. I'm an omega."Adom continued. “and? Is that a bad thing? I think omegas are the strongest gender there is.” Jack said, scooted closer to Adom, and put his hand on his shoulder.

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?”

Athena's POV I had completely forgotten about Dante’s presence beside me. I turned to him with a pretentious smile and assured him, “It’s nothing to worry about.” He didn’t look convinced so I went further to say, “It’s the trauma I suffered in the vampire kingdom. I haven’t gotten over it.” His worried expression dissolved into compassion as he hugged me. I had to lie. I was an omega after all. No one wanted to have anything to do with us.

I was the family disgrace which is why I am the packs only omega. But let me explain something first. My father Alpha Jasper Knight was a kind alpha. He thought of everyone as his equal no matter what your official rank was. But that all changed the day he passed 15 years ago. When my mother Luna Esther Knight stepped up as alpha I was made the pack slave. My job was to cook and clean and do whatever the pack members wanted me to.

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 quiet in Jace’s cabin felt suffocating, wrapping around me like a heavy blanket. My mind churned, replaying every word he had said, trying to make sense of the impossible. My breath was uneven, my pulse still racing from the weight of the truth. **Omega.**

Drake signed as he picked him up in a bridal way taking him back to his mansion. He laid him down in his room as he stared at Enzo, Drake could hardly believe an omega can make him go crazy like this. Not that he was judging Enzo for being an omega but he just couldn’t help himself, usually omega are always softhearted but his own omega, Enzo, doesn’t even know the meaning of softhearted not to talk of being a softhearted omega. Enzo's fiery spirit and fierce independence only served to deepen Drake's infatuation.

The breeze from outside grew colder, brushing across my skin. "He-Help!" He extended his arm toward me, his fingers trembling as blood continued to spill between them. Instead of answering, I grabbed the water bottle I kept on the floor and drank from it slowly. While my eyes remained on him. Sharp and cold. This was Ross Drake, the notorious Alpha who bought Omegas and poor she-wolves from different packs' black markets and made them his muse for his paintings. After painting them nude, he assaulted them before slitting their throats mercilessly.

Made everything Drake said true. "Fine," she said. Voice rough. "He lives. For now. But he's stripped of rank. Of authority. Of everything. He's omega. Lowest of low. And he spends the rest of his life in prison. Thinking about what he's done. Watching Lunas thrive. Watching the world change without him." She looked at the crowd. At the Alphas judging. "That's my sentence. Accept or challenge. Choose." No one challenged. Everyone accepted. Drake's fate is sealed. Life in prison. Omega status. Utter disgrace. In some ways, worse than death.