Novel & Cerita Omega Tim Drake

Jordan shakes his head and leaves to his office. Jordan returns and says “the meeting has been arranged 5 days from now” Drake laughs “she thought she could run away and never be caught.” He stares off out of the window into the distance. “Little wolf you will come home soon”. ~~~~~~~~~ Tomorrow is the day he gets his mate back, his anticipation has grown every day, he cannot wait to finally take her and take what he deserves from her “it’s mine, and she will know it every single day” he laughs. Jordan enters “your suit is ready for pick up, I sent one of the omegas to get it from town.” Drake nods “Make sure a couple guards come with us, she may put up a fight, with her wolf she will be a s

“What . . . things in the tabloids?” “The coke, the models, the late-night parties. It’s all just PR. That, and once your rep hits a certain point, you can’t blow your nose in public without everyone assuming you just did lines in the bathroom.” “Drake , I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” Sarah told him. “Start over. I don’t know what any of this means. Is Drake even your real name?” “It’s my real name,” he agreed. “Drake Holt , owner of The Grand Channel and a few other networks.”

Ophelia answered. Drake was amazed and quickly sat down. "You are the one behind everything? I thought was that…what about that man?" Opheliaa smiled and nodded. "He is my assistant." Drake hit his palm together, how did he not realize this? Well, it was difficult anyway since the man who even contacted him was mysterious, to begin with. "I think that I have seen you before on the news. You are Ophelia, right? Wait…aren't you the sister of the Red Moon Pack's Alpha?"

“Did he ra—-“ I shake my head crying “No you stopped him in time” I manage to stutter out, he seems to relax only slightly just as the doctor runs in “Where the FUCK were YOU!!!” Drake roars, lifting me off the floor and tight into his arms “I don’t— what?— I was—“ Her face falls and she shakes her head “I’m so sorry Luna, I was with the omega, she was giving birth” Drake growls, pushing past her and out into the corridors, it wasn’t the doctors fault but he didn’t seem to realise that

Drake said as he gestured for everyone to take a seat at the large Oak table, he was such a dominant force, not his tone, that was actually quite polite and courteous, it was the vibes that came off of him, they breathed Royalty, there wasn’t an ounce of submission in him which made him perfect at getting answers, it didn’t hurt that his accent was European and he had the build of something extremely muscular, he tried to hide it under a very dark, almost charcoal suit but clearly the tailor didn’t get the message and made it fit his form in a way that screamed Masculinity, Stacy took her seat next to Mal who kissed the back of her hand reassuring not only Stacy but her Wolf too, “So, what i

" You're joking right, we have been together for three years. We were— " Ethan cut me off with a wave of his hands his eyes darting over me with an like I was trash " Aurora. I'm sorry. But I made up my mind a long time ago. You were a total waste of time. Come to think.of it. I'm the Alpha, having a pitiful omega beside me would be a shame." It struck me like a blast of cold air. Me? Pitiful? Waste of time? I couldn't understand what was going on. My eyes darted over to Alicia who still hadn't wore her clothes properly, her breasts half exposed and she was grinning. Enjoying my pain.

“I want nothing to do with this pack. I am taking my mate and leaving this circus.” I snarled in disgust as he threw back yet another glass. He sat back in his black leather chair and stroked his beard, staring at me coldly. Then his lips pointed upwards into a smile, and he laughed loudly. “You would prefer an omega girl over my daughter for your Luna. Is that so?” “Victoria is who the moon goddess paired me to. I need to respect that and honour it.” I told him, placing both hands on his desk and challenging him to contest it.

Timothy said firmly. I scoffed, folding my arms across my chest as I leaned lazily against the table. “And how exactly does that concern you?” I asked, my voice low with a warning growl beneath it. Timothy’s jaw tightened. “You know very well it concerns the entire pack,” he replied sharply. “We all agreed that no Omegas would live among us.” His words carried authority, but they only made my annoyance grow. “I don’t remember agreeing to that rule,” I replied calmly.

Two of his men enter, looking uneasy-- the kind of expression they wear when they've fucked up. The taller one, Marco, clears his throat. "Boss, bad news. The Omega the father-in-debt sold us--the one we were supposed to pick up--he ran again during the skirmish on Sixth. We lost him during the brawl. Drug wore off faster than expected." Enzo's glares at them. "Why are you telling me this?" He flicks them off, "I don't care about some random omega-- all I care about is my money." Rico, the second one shifts on his feet. "We just-- we thought you'd like that one, though. Young, untouched with a pretty face. Fought like hell too. Figured he'd match your… tastes."

“And I didn’t summon you here for pleasantries. Tell me who you are and what you are exactly.” Her throat bobbed, and fingers curled into her top like they could hide her. “I’m Dextera Neville, an Omega of Bisclaveret Pack, under the reign of Alpha Kestrel Wagner, son of Nelson Wagner, Sovereign Of His Bloodline.” I folded my arms. “Save me the hierarchy. I want real answers. You know what I'm talking about, young lady.” “I… I don’t...” I cut her off. “What happened last night, Dextera? You’re a wolfless Omega as far as I know. That’s what your records from Bisclaveret said. You never shifted! But what I saw out there in those woods was not an ordinary shift.”