Omegamon Merciful Mode Novels & Stories

Amber snorted harshly. “Don’t make excuses! You see, many omegas are busy preparing for the party. It seems like I’ve been too weak on you lately, that you dare to forget your place!” Amber’s voice was piercing, full of hatred. Emily lowered her head, her body shuddering. There was nothing she could do but apologize over and over again, hoping that Amber’s anger would subside a little.

My mind raced with what they were going to do to us. Please Goddess. I muttered underneath my breath. Help us. The prayer had barely slid past my lips, before someone cut through my thoughts. A deep voice echoed through the speakers above, and I shuddered. “And we’ve saved the best for last. Tonight, we have a rare treat.” Fear with a mix of disgust coiled itself in my belly, but I held my own. “The most beautiful omega and her pup. Once you set eyes on them, there’ll be no going back. The perfect duo, for the perfect end of the night.

I continued Then he lunged at me, I caught him as he borrowed into me, burying his face in my shoulders, as him claws came out, the sharp , defensive claws of a panicked Omega digging deep into the muscles of my arm. I didn't move or make a sound, I just continued talking, trying to bring him back, rocking him back and forth. “You're safe,” I whispered into his hair, my voice thick with regret t the thought of the pain he had to endure. “I have everything under control, nothing gets to you while I'm standing.” In his panicked state, his head tilted back, his eyes clouded by the past, he hugged me closer to him. Nuzzling at my scent glands with a desperate hunger, which made me start purring,

I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes. There was no need for this here. The Crimson Pack didn’t care about the Moon Goddess Ball. They didn’t care about the petty cruelties of a Beta from the Blood Moon Pack. Here, worth was measured differently. Brutally. In sweat, scars,and blood. And lately… in how well I could take a hit and get back up.

“Anna—” “No more half-truths,” I cut in, my voice shaking. “No more avoiding the question. I deserve to know what’s happening to me.” He sighed, his expression unreadable. “You do.” I swallowed hard. “Then tell me. What is an omega?” Nolan hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he finally said. “They’re… different from others. More instinct-driven. More attuned.” I frowned. “Attuned to what?”

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Auntie Elvie added, and they all laughed. I didn't pay attention to them, but I raised my face when I heard the following whispers. "The Alpha is here, and so is the Beta!" "I feel sorry for that Omega. Poor thing." "She's just a former slave, she doesn't deserve pity." "In other packs, they protect the omegas because they have compassion. We should do the same." "Of course, but this is the Darkmoon pack, sis!" Even though I could clearly hear those voices, I was still afraid of the man approaching. He walked straight in front of me, and I instinctively bowed in respect.

The look on Slate’s face said it all as Nya stood there with the Heart of Magic tight in her fist. The soldiers’ faces told her that they recognized that it was too late, that they had let the magical gem fall into enemy hands. One of the soldiers held a sword to Slate’s throat, his hands trembling. Nya hadn’t even realized that he was under their control until the tip of the sword pierced his skin, and a tiny droplet of blood rolled down the edge.

"It didn't work." With a slight frown on his eyebrows, Draven observed his sex slave. As he'd promised, he'd commanded her wolf to come forth—a ritual he had performed a thousand times. Things had gone smoothly at first, but then he'd met an obstacle, almost like a roadblock preventing him from digging deeper. And then the most unusual thing had happened. Her wolf had resisted him, something that had never been done in all his centuries of ruling as Lycan. That went against every principle that guided the ways of the werewolf kind, and the magic of the moon goddess herself. How had a common omega done it?

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