Novel & Cerita Omega Tony

“I will enjoy watching this pack burn and your daughter with it.” Before I could stop him, Tony has rushes in. “I, Tony Spartan, future Beta of the Sol Pack, challenge you, Alpha Herbert Waterman, for your pack!” Tony yells over everyone. I stood up shocked. “Tony!” Waterman laughs. “You want to challenge me?” His laughter shocks me. “I accept the challenge of Beta Tony Spartan, mate of a human.” He says human dripping with distain. “Tony, think of Sophie and your child,” I try and pull Tony back.

he suggested. She shook her head as she saw the time. It was 5:57 am and the sun was about to rise. “I want to stay here for a while,” she stated, as she feared he might drag her out. “Why? And who is even this guy?” He asks in envy. “His name is Tony. He's a friend of mine… and to answer your question, I want to buy something nice for Gamma Sevy and my fellow Omegas who are moving up. I’ll return by sundown," she explains.

"Tony is exceptional at everything." Lennox bursts into laughter. "Shut the hell up," I tell Lennox, trying to suppress a smile as I approach him and Blanca. "I'm serious," Blake tells Lennox, causing his laughter to fade. "Tony has never been below average at anything. Whenever he tries something new, he's practically a pro from the start." "It's like magic," Blanca states confidently. "He's a demon," Primrose chimes in. "One of those ugly ones that live in toad holes."

“What can we say? We’re resilient. Besides, someone had to make sure this place didn’t collapse before you two showed up.” “Resilient?” I shook my head, unable to keep the smirk off my face. “You’re sitting there like you just ran a damn marathon, and you’re calling it resilience?” Tony took another drag of his cigarette, his grin widening. “I won, by the way. As usual.” “Won?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. “What the hell are you talking about?” “Petrov and I had a little wager,” Tony explained, gesturing lazily between them. “Who’d take down more guys. Guess who came out on top?”

I tell Tabitha, taking a sip of my vodka tonic, “How did you find out about it? I wouldn’t even have noticed it existed if you hadn’t pointed it out.” “‘I’m glad you like it,” she replies happily, “I’ve known Tony since grade school, if you can believe it. We grew up together, and we’ve been best friends for as long as I can remember. When we graduated high school, I became a Beta and he started tending bar here. Now he owns it. Pretty great, right?” “It is pretty great,” I reply, admiring the tasteful painting of flowers by the register, “Tony has incredible taste! In bars, and in people.”

The Alpha took a long time to respond, his eyes squinting as if he was deep in thought. This is only my 21st year of living in this world, and I haven't memorized the current events concerning werewolves. Alpha and Beta know better. Alpha has been alive for 300 years, while Beta is 281 years old. They have witnessed many events before I even came into existence. I still have much to learn about the history of our kind. "In three centuries, this is the first time that a wolf shift has released extra power to any race of werewolves. I have a strong feeling that the moon goddess wants to convey something to us," the Alpha said, taking a deep breath. "She has made an Omega the key."

An omega to be sold when it suited him. Lord Ulric Duskbane was no better. Heavyset with graying hair and calculating brown eyes, he always carried a cane, though no one knew if he truly needed it. He was the Pack’s financial head, the one who controlled the wealth, and he only cared about one thing! Which was money. He was the one who profited most from the omega trade. He saw me as property. Something to be used and discarded when I no longer held value. Then there was Lord Vance. He was quiet, always watching, waiting for weakness. If Kieran ever showed even the smallest sign of faltering, Vance would be the first to challenge him. I have been observant to know each of their schemes.

TOMMY . . It was already a great way to start my morning, waking up with a sharp ache in my ass that let me know I have done something unspeakable last night. Something like bottoming for the very first time in my very respectable Alpha life. Worse, I couldn't even remember the bastard. And then this. “Mr. Rivers.” The doctor’s eyes were still glued to the scan result in his hands. “The result shows you’re…developing omega traits.”

Even without a wolf's scent, my instincts were screaming. ​A man stepped into the sickly yellow light of the neon sign. He didn't smell like a wolf. He didn't even smell entirely human. He smelled like ozone, old parchment, and burnt circuitry. He was an Outcaster—a "Static," one of the rare humans who lived on the fringes of the Lycan corporate world, surviving by selling the one thing wolves couldn't master: pure, unadulterated data. ​"Nobody is looking for me," I rasped. My voice sounded like it had been dragged over gravel. "I'm an Omega. I'm nothing."

This gives me the time and the leverage to gather the evidence I need to bring him down. One evening, Tony takes me to an exclusive gala, a glittering event filled with the elite of society. He parades me around like a trophy, introducing me to influential people and boasting about our relationship. He’s clearly relishing the attention, convinced that he is on the brink of securing his future as part of the Wilson empire.