Omega Tim Drake Novels & Stories

Alpha Jackson signed on behalf of the Golden Moon Pack all his spots on the contracts and one copy was retained by us and the other taken by Drake to return to Blue Moon Pack with. Smiling as that area of business is concluded we all stand and shake hands. Alpha Jackson says, “this warrants a celebration, let me get my assistant to bring us some champagne,” before Drake interrupts, stating ominously “Alpha Jackson I think during times of war celebrations should wait until the war is over.” Alpha Jackson and I sit back down and look to Drake to explain himself. Drake POV

I say and he starts laughing. “I can see you've really been kept in the dark, haven't you?” he states and shakes his head. “Well, I don't like bragging, but when it comes to pack ranks in this State, Aquatic is definitely first and that's why I can't believe you haven't heard of us.” He takes a sip of his Vanilla milkshake before continuing. “And about Liam... I won't tell you anything about him just yet. I'll let you know him yourself.” he smiles devilishly and stares right into my eyes.

Would rather imprison me than accept that his understanding of power was incomplete. In the original timeline, I had gained King Aldric's trust slowly, carefully, through months of proving my value without threatening his authority. This timeline? I had terrified him in less than a day. Another deviation. Another consequence. A sound from the adjoining cell made me freeze. "Well, well," a familiar voice drawled. "The prophetic omega, imprisoned for the crime of being right. How deliciously ironic." I moved to the bars separating our cells and found myself staring at someone who should not exist yet.

Seth Lacklord, the country's richest Omega. His beauty transcends a thousand deities, his smile can melt a ton of gold in an instant. He can buy your loyalty, he can buy your love, he can even buy your soul but... this richest omega only wanted one thing, his Alpha's love.

"Why would the moon goddess give me such a weakling as a daughter?" This has become his new but very old anthem ever since she was born, sparing her his most hateful and disgusted expression. Her sight alone mostly makes him want to puke on himself, he hated being referred to as her father. The only help he has ever done to her was not rejecting and disowning her as his daughter, saving her the grace of being the pack's worthless omega. "She should be thankful for that, at least." He always tells any one who dares to challenge his deep hatred towards her, shutting them up afterwards.

Drake’s eyes went wide with shock as his head snapped back, his heavy frame stumbling three full steps across the mat before he managed to catch his balance. A collective, sharp intake of breath echoed from the surrounding students. An omega had just landed a clean, meaningful hit on a Delta soldier. Drake’s face instantly twisted into a dark, ugly mask of pure fury. The arrogant smirk was gone, replaced by a reckless, unhinged rage as he realized he had been embarrassed in front of the entire elite squad. He didn't care about the rules of a regulated spar anymore. He lunged at me like a feral animal, his fingers curling into claws as he aimed a brutal, heavy blow straight toward my injured

"We will be holding a pack meeting at 7pm tonight. He announced and I heard him say the same through the mind link. I walked with him as he walked to his office. Troy, Jon and Jules followed while Stacy hurried off to help make preparations for the pack dinner. I knew that I should help her, mom and Chrissy but it seemed like Dad needed me now. I linked mom and let her know. We have got it covered. I help your father. She replied. I thanked her and shut the link. What is going on, dad?" Troy asked as we reached his office. Dad sat down on the couch and I sat next to him, putting my head on his shoulder. As an omega, I have the power to calmed pack members with just a thought or word but I co

You wouldn’t believe what happened next! Alpha Genesis’ POV: “You’re going right?” My beta asked me, staring. “I’m not sure it’s appropriate, Dickson.” I said. About 2 weeks ago I had gotten an email saying I was invited to an omegas birthday party. I didn’t think it was appropriate to go to someone’s birthday party that was in my pack unless I actually knew them. I definitely did not know this one. Also, everyone would expect me to go to their birthday parties if I show up to hers. Wouldn’t they?…

The words remained a meaningless jumble. Damn it. With a snarl, I tossed the paperwork aside. It was the fucking scent. It felt like a drumbeat against my skull. I couldn’t bring myself to focus on anything else. My jaw clenched so tight my teeth protested. That damned omega. It was as if she had branded the inside of my mind, leaving a mark that throbbed and burned. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t draw a full, clean breath without that cloying sweetness overtaking my senses.

A store that Drake believed sold electronics equipments that were illegal but worked overtime, and she bought ice-cream cones for three little girls when the driver stopped at a gas station to fill his tank. Back at Drake's apartment, Rori found the place a bit unkempt. Drake's black trouser he wore to the courtroom was lying on the floor with two red shirts she had never seen a little bit above it. On a single chair was a letter she had later discovered from Drake was written by Rosetta prior to her death. The letter talked about the moments Drake and Rosetta had spent on the beach together. It laid emphasis on their love life that could end at any point. Rori called Drake's name several ti