Romans & histoires Omega Tim Drake

"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

He sighed, trying to placate me with the same tired excuse. “We have a whole lifetime together. What’s the rush?” His words were a knife, twisting slowly in my gut. My wolf whimpered in pain. A sharp, tight pain bloomed in my chest, making it hard to breathe. But what I couldn’t stand, what truly broke me, was the scent on Kael’s neck. Beneath his familiar cedarwood was the cloyingly sweet scent of another she-wolf. An Omega. It wasn’t my scent. It was hers. It belonged to the low-born Omega—Dahlia.

"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

She now has some ray of hope that her life shall end well, being in the hands of Jessica. " " Drake sat in the bathtub with his head in his hands purged, sobbing quietly and slowly. He closed his eyes and took slow, deliberate breaths. When he looked again, the moment had passed, and he was already late for work. Even though he could go anytime he wants. He washed himself, got out of the room into his walk-in closet, filled with all kinds of expensive and lavishing clothes. He wore his usual suit for work before going down to have his breakfast.

Drake tried to move based on the direction of the sun. "I flew in the west direction when I was coming here for Nyra. Now I should go in the east direction to get out of here" he thought out loud. Unfortunately for Drake, it's noon. The sun is shining brightly on their heads. "It's noon, I need to wait a couple of hours to identify the directions, based on sunset" he muttered out loud. Nyra, who was sedated, started to stir. Neither Nyra, not Drake know that she should not be able to wake up this soon. The drug they injected into her was a very powerful one, and in humans, it takes them 24 hours to come out of the effect.

Drake said “You don’t have to tell me twice” Summer hugged drake and Stephanie before they departed. Octavia, Summer, Drake and Stephanie all boarded the same car [In the car] “Guys this is Octavia, Octavia that’s Stephanie and that’s drake” she made the introduction “Well hello Drake” Octavia smile as she stretched out her hand to shake Drake “Off limits” Summer whispered into her ears “I know” She said “It is a pleasure to meet you” Drake smiled, Drake was now so masculine with a lot of facial hair and muscles. It was hard to recognize him, he changed a lot within 9 years.