Omega Tim Drake Novels & Stories

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.

Dakota stated as I got pulled out of my daze. "Yeah?" Drake had been so excited when we got home last week. He received an email from Mike at XXX Studios stating that he was free from his contract pending his attendance at the awards ceremony, which just so happened to be tonight. It was cute when Drake was nervous to ask me to be his date for it. He was sweating bullets and kept talking in circles until I made him just spit it out. It was evident that he thought I wouldn't go with him, but we were officially together now, and I would support him through everything.

' "Tell me if the case is solved. maybe by then I had your item finished.'' 'You are such a talker. how fascinating! You can't even make Kianna fall for you using those words of yours.' ''Get lost, you bastard'' Drake ends his call and looks at his working bench. He picked up the wristwatch on the table after putting his gloves on. Sticking thin platinum in his pulse, he wears that watch and closes his eyes. Thinking of the words he wants to convert as text, the screen of the watch glows, and types the words he thinks of. Even if the only word he can type using his head is 'KIANA' with a misspelled outcome, he can't help but smile. After weeks of not sleeping, he finally sees a light in his

My lips crack with thirst. The door creaks open. Light slices into the dark. My heart leaps in terror, expecting Clara’s shadow. But it’s not her. A hand slips in. Trembling. Thin. In it, a piece of bread and a dented cup of water. I lift my gaze. Another Omega stands there, eyes wide with fear and pity. “Eat,” she whispers. “Please. Before they come back.” Tears sting my eyes, hot and humiliating. Not for the pain, not for the rejection. But for this—the fragile kindness of an omega.

Misha asked after getting hers. “I prefer chocolate,” Tina said, her eyes on me, waiting for my answer. When I swallowed and didn’t say anything, their eyes both widened—Misha with a frown. “You’ve not…” Tina started. “What?” Misha added, disbelief stretching across her face. Embarrassment wrapped around me like a second skin as I replied, “The omegas are not allowed those kinds of things back in the pack I came from. They’re too fancy.” I added the last bit quietly.

“No wonder you’re so confident. You’re a marshal!” Timothy smiled at Cadmus and said, “I’ve no idea that Young Master Sanders is actually a marshal. I envy you for having this title at such a young age!” He glanced at Fane in disdain. “You’re much better than a specific someone in this room. He’s so arrogant as a head commander, and he offered me no shred of respect!” Cadmus was happy when he heard this. With a grin, he spoke to Timothy, “This must be Young Master Drake, the Drake family’s eldest young master. You look very striking. Let’s have some drinks once I settle the matter here.”

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

all leading to zero. "Rose... Rose?" I was pulled from my thoughts as I heard his voice. The way he said my name... it sent involuntary shivers through my spine. "Yes?" "Why are you so silent? Okay, let me introduce myself properly. I am an Omega from a rogue pack. I come from a-" I cut him off saying, "I don't need your life story here. We have a problem on our hands." He looked at me confused, "What problem?" I sighed and leaned forward, bringing my face closer to his, "I don't have a mate, especially not an omega mate."

Drake growled, throwing off his shirt to bare his muscular frame, the very surroundings suddenly changing! Vicky, Cliff, and Yara gasped in turn. "Did he reach the pinnacle as a vigor wielder?" "His vigor's so abundant… he must be on the cusp of Birthright!" The crowd was left frowning at yet another dramatic turn of events. "So that's why he's so confident… Drake has mastered his vigor!" "Wasn't he just an initiate five years ago? Such an accomplishment is just horrific!" Drake was grinning gleefully even as he listened to the crowd's comment.