Omega Tony Stark Novels & Stories

“However long I say.” “What do you want from me?” I asked him. His eyes narrowed. “I want a lot of things I can’t have, omega. You’re here because there’s a bastard out the who wants you for his own sick pleasure. You might not understand this, but to some alphas an omega means everything. I’m not going to sit back and watch him ruin your life.” I swallowed. “So you’re not working with John?” “No.” Collecting the plates, he placed them in the sink and turned back around to look at me as he leaned back against the counter.

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Standing tall in the uniform, the youngest packs Alpha in history. Eyes as cold as winter, beside him stood Rhea, Radiant, perfect and Victorious. Ronan stared at the screen like it had punched a hole through his chest. Now, as an Omega, all his emotions are written on his face. “He looks, “ his voice fading. “Different.” I didn't answer because the man on that screen barely resembled the boy we had known. The warmth was gone, and the reckless grin and stubborn devotion had all been washed away. Rhea made my heart ache as I looked at her.

“You just need to know how to maneuver your way around it.” “Ah,” Luna Corrine chuckled. “Still, an Alpha’s control can be softened in the right ways. Tell me, dear, have you considered any of the Luna tonics? They help… encourage fertility. I believe that it should be time for the two of you to start a family. You are young, you are beautiful and very much capable. You do not want to have them when being weaker and you want Xavier to be by their side.”

He shuts the door and leans on it with a phone to his ear. What? This lunatic has been making a call this entire time. “Hey! Psycho!!” I yell, staring daggers at him but he ignores me, talking back to the person on the line. “Tell the stupid director that if it's money he wants, he should name a price so we can get this deal fucking finished. I’m running out of patience!” Oh! He’s not a normal psycho. Just a rich stupid one. “Hey! I’m talking to you!!” I reach to his right ear, snatch the phone out of his hand then smash it on the ground. “Now I have your attention. You hit-”

I don't need his crap right now and neither does Tony. "As much as I am enjoying this fucked up family moment can we get a shift on here and get me unchained so I can get going. I'm getting hungry and seriously fucking bored!" Hearing that prick's voice only stirs up Storm once more and it's clear to see that Tony and his wolf are right there with me.

“Where have you and your little wife been?” Tony ignored her. To Matt, he said, “Meet my wife, Katherine DaCosta.” “Pleased to meet you,” Matt greeted her politely. “Pleased to meet you too,” Kate answered calmly. “How is your father?” Tony asked Matt. “I’ve met him twice, I think. Once in Los Angeles and once in Atlanta.” Matt was impressed. “You know my dad?” He asked delightedly. “Of course, I know Winston Carter, owner of one of the best NFL football teams in Chicago,” said Tony, softening a little toward Matt.

"I don't think it would be possible for the Luna Prime to develop wrinkles, she's far too flawless." We turned to see Tony leaning against the door frame, a smile on his lips. "Tony" I greeted. "Good morning Luna, I trust you slept well." He asked. "In light of the circumstances, I guess so." I replied, glancing at Liam who was staring at Tony with a look of suspicion. "Liam, this is Tony, Jacob's Beta Prime, he's the one who brought the blood I gave you." I explained. "Blood?!" He questioned. "Yes, apparently Jacob's blood has healing properties." I explained. He let out a snort.

“Even a goalie who throws the ball in the net ten times in a single match wouldn’t be dumb enough to come up with a name like that. You must think you’re Mr. Terrific or something.” Santiago chuckled as he slid the phone back into his pocket. “Mr. Terrific. That was actually funny. Okay, you got me. What would you suggest?” Lola shook her head repeatedly. “No, no, no. I’m not in any position to replace such an already awesome name. I’m not the Tony Stark wanna be here.” “Neither am I. Stark is such a ripoff. I’m Mr. Terrific, remember?” “You wish,” Lola scoffed as she swept her hair away from her face. “You’re just a washed-up bad boy living on daddy’s money.”

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.”