Omega Tony Novels & Stories

Tony dropped a bomb, “...go out with me.” **

Tony led the way, while I rode behind him. His horse suddenly halted, as he alighted from it. "Are we there?" I asked, still on my horse, wondering what went wrong. "No, my Lord. We're close to their borders. I require a bit of the soil." I remained still, watching him. He scoped a hand full of damp silt soil and sprinkled it in a circular motion back to the ground. "You never told me you're wizard, Tony," I teased. "Sorcery and wizardry are two different things, my Lord" he replied, squatted at the center of the circle, his index finger trailing the circle on the ground.

After the door shut behind him and the butterflies let me go, I collapsed back on the couch. "Wow, so," I glanced over at mom who was sideways to my vision. I flip over so she was right side up and I watched her attempt to pick the right words. "Alpha and Omega, Omega to Luna." Like a water faucet she started to cry, I stand and tug her into a hug.

Every omega turned to see how sacred water was on the floor now. A dark thrill ran up my spine. My plan was working. “This is so unfortunate,” I whispered. “Bad omen.” Tonya’s eyes widened when she saw it. Her eyes snapped to me and I smirked. She flinched, looking confused as others shouted, “bad omen”. But what she did next was unexpected.

I gave a small pathetic whimper as I was forced to just lie there and see what happens. "Let us see the omega," Alpha Stephen demanded the beautiful man. He in turn gave a small growl, but complied stepping to the side. Alpha Stephen looked like the American dream boy. Tall and well built with short spiky blond hair and sparkly blue eyes. He had a strong face with a square jaw and a slightly crooked nose, and two flat black brows that furrowed slightly as he took me in.

"I don't know if Marcus has any secrets, but I definitely don't have any. You know everything about me." Marcus looked skeptical. "Are you sure?" Tony was very confident. "What is there to be unsure about?" Marcus looked him over and said mercilessly in a robotic tone, "Your hair length, the measurements of every part of your body, your height and weight down to two decimal places... She doesn't know any of that." Tony and Sierra both fell silent. There were times that one really could not find the correct words, so they said nothing. "Ms. Bell," Tony said, his tone still bright and cheerful.

ARIA’S POV “Hey girl, you look amazing today,” Tony said, that greasy smile plastered on his face. I rolled my eyes, too bad he couldn’t see behind my sunglasses. “Can I help you, Tony?” “Well, just looking at you is helping me a lot,” he smirked. “But I was wondering… after the dinner tonight, maybe I could take you out?” I stared at him. “Tony, tonight’s dinner goes from seven to midnight. And the only thing open after midnight is legs and White Castles. I can promise you I’m not opening my legs to you.”

Blood splatters from his mouth, but the asshole laughs, spitting blood onto the floor. “It’ll wear off,” Ryan sneers, eyes wild. “It’s just a little something to keep her quiet.” Demitri pulls out his phone, his voice dangerously low. “Tony, get over here. We’ve got a problem.” Tony. I know him, people fear Tony because he's a master are cutting away flesh without nipping at essential arteries, it means they live in his hell for longer. Hell, if Demitri’s calling Tony, things are about to get ugly fast. I would be happy to let Tony handle it—torture isn’t my style—but not tonight. Not after what this bastard did to Alissia.

At that moment, all eyes were on her, and the tension in the air thickened. Every eye was glued to the intense drama unfolding between the three of them. Some even wished for a fierce fight between the two female wolves. Between Emily and Connie, the odds seemed uneven in the eyes of their friends from campus. They viewed Alpha Zack as an extraordinary and exceptional figure. It was surprising, then, that Zack would choose Emily, an Omega, over Connie, who was clearly held in high regard by many. Now, Connie felt devalued and humiliated by this situation.

Tony has already left me a message to say that the forensics are back, and they have the make of the gun that took the shot. He will give me more information when I am showered. That man never sleeps. It is good to know that when I am resting or in my bed at night, I have full protection around me, and my business does not rest. Tony is a night owl and takes care of stuff that involves transatlantic dealings, he takes rest when I come back on. It works for us. Somewhere in the middle we always meet.