Omega Tim Drake Mga Nobela at Kwento

Surprisingly, no one seemed surprised by his action, like he'd done it several times in the past, and they were already used to it. However, there was another anomaly. An Alpha of Blackwood Pack. He was introduced as Alpha Drake and seemingly the same age as Alpha Raviel and his brothers. According to the rumors flying around when he came on stage, this summit was Alpha Drake's first time as he had only been on his throne for less than a year. Everyone looked down on him. They thought he wouldn't be able to make a name for himself, especially when he was paired with a powerful alpha, but who would have thought he would beat the alpha without breaking a sweat.

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

Drake. ​The elevator ascended fast, shooting up dozens of floors without stopping. The only sound was the low hum of the mechanism and the frantic thump of my heart. ​When the doors opened, I stepped out onto what must have been his private penthouse office floor. The room was massive, and all the glass walls and city lights spread out like scattered diamonds. ​And there he was. ​Drake was standing by the window, wearing a crisp white shirt, the top two buttons undone. He held a glass of dark liquor. He didn't turn right away. He just watched the city, a titan surveying his domain.

" 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.”

"Drake don't talk to your father like that! " "Oh but of course, he has the right to stick his nose in my business right? He spies on my accounts and every little thing I do. And it's up to me to calm down? " Drake shakes his head in annoyance and smiles. "Starting tomorrow night, you can tell Master Ford that I don't need his services. "You can't do that master Ford is a long time friend of the family. " "Your friend, not mine and be glad I'm not going to have him disbarred. "

Everyone waited with hopeful anticipation, wanting to know how he would explain this to Amber, who clearly appeared upset and confused. Zack turned to his friends, seeking support in their gazes. However, all he saw was confusion on their faces. Emily, who had been looking down, felt increasingly pressured by the situation. The “omega” label that Amber had placed on her for so long continued to haunt her thoughts. Although she was the daughter of the Alpha, that small and powerless feeling remained firmly attached to her.