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“He came from your own flesh and blood. Would it hurt you to give him the life he deserves?” Alpha Xenon stood with his back to her, his broad shoulders tense. He turned slowly, his eyes glowing faintly with suppressed fury. “I do not have a child that is a monster!” he spat, his voice reverberating through the room. “I already told you, you are an omega, and I am an alpha. Do you understand the disgrace you’ve brought upon me? Do you know what kind of mistake we are living?” My breath caught in my throat. Monster? Disgrace? His words were like daggers, each one piercing deeper than the last.

BDSM, Kinks, Wildness/Roughness, Manipulation and Crazy obsession, Total submission etc. This is not your usual Werewolf book. This is an omegaverse. In this modern world, they use something called “Aura Energy”. There are three types of humans in this world which are; The Omegas being the weakest, The Betas, and the highest of them, The Alphas! The Alphas are classified into three powers, which are; “S” rank (The weakest), we have “SS+” Rank (powerful) and lastly, the “SSS+” Rank (The most powerful and rarest Rank which everyone believes has gone extinct.”

My fingers slide over the spine before I pull it out. I flip the book open, and my eyes catch something unexpected but very much sought after. Maps. Not of pack borders but routes. Underground tunnels. Certain outposts not marked on the official map. Margins field with coded symbols that I may not understand but certainly will have no problem deciphering in my alone time. It is clear. These are the routes the omegas are always sent through to meet their doom and deaths. “Hah.” I scoff, my pulse quickening. Unless you actually got your hands on something like this, you would’ve never have suspected.

I straightened awkwardly, suddenly aware of Lauren, who was several feet away looking like she had witnessed her own funeral. “I….” I cleared my throat. “I came for the books about omegas.” Osiris repeated with a frown. “Books?” The libertarian told me, There are some books about omega bonds in the east wing’s library.” “Oh!” Osiris nodded. Then, without another word, he lifted the tote bag hanging from his wrist. “Are you talking about these books, Kate?” I grabbed the bag and nearly gasped while checking the books inside it. ‘Fated Bonds and Omega Instincts.’

"Anything about. old Omega bonds? Ones with, shall we say, 'unfortunate' endings?" Noria Valez, Zane's distant aunt and keeper of illegal omegaverse lore in the Duskmire Library's secret collection, peered over the edge of her glasses. "Unfortunate endings, dear boy? All Omega bonds are 'unfortunate' in the wrong hands, wouldn't you say? But if you're asking about the Mooncrest line. there are rumors." "Rumors of what?" Kai interjected, his voice slicing. He had not left Zane's side since Rhea told them what was in the journal.

Midnight, 15th Street Bridge. Isla had always been a skeptic, practical and grounded. But with Elara coughing up blood in the next room, she had nowhere else to turn. Driven by fierce, protective love, she went. She met the contract broker—a neutral, chillingly calm man with eyes like polished obsidian. He offered her a contract, simple in appearance, promising the immediate, full cure and health of Elara Vance. The price was vague, listed as Ownership of the Signatory, to be collected at the Contractor's discretion. The broker assured her that the contract was binding, irrevocable, and guaranteed results. He explained that the Contractor was a powerful entity named Lucien.

I said to the taxi driver who nodded and pull out. My name is Pearl Gem Valley. A name that, like the chill of the wind, cuts deep. I am an Omega, born into the Valley clan, a family whose name speaks volumes about our place in this world, always below. In the werewolf Empire, Omegas are marked by their clans, each one a harsh reminder of our worth. The Servan clan, a name that screams of servitude; The Bond clan, defined by chains and captivity, Bondage; The Lowe tribe, forever cast as the lowest of the low; The Noar clan, whose name speaks of having no rank at all. And then there's mine. The Valley clan. Always below.

The histories weren't super clear on anything other than suddenly toms stopped being born as Omegas and the old gods sent the no-furs to replace them. But after spending all this time with the Hares, Ink was getting homesick. He craved to see the hills and lakes of the Orangelo country. He craved clean air and plentiful magick. He had been all over the continent, in every place toms called home, and had spent the last year on the ocean with Priest. And yet no place he'd seen was like home.

"I am sorry... I am just..." "You are too kind for your own good sometimes! Being an Omega does not automatically make us vulnerable! Not all omegas need to be protected! Just because she's an Omega does not mean you should be so lenient! In fact, I am starting to worry about the future of Klayne Corp. if you don't change that side of yourself."

“The mate bond.” The hall went silent, the air was heavy with shock. My face burned, and I wanted to disappear. I couldn't still believe an Omega, like me was fated to not just one Alpha, but three. It was unthinkable, and a scandal that could ruin everything. Magnus' face darkened, his hands clenching. “Impossible,” he growled. “She’s an Omega. A nobody.” Kael spoke next, his voice quieter but just as steady. “The bond doesn’t lie, Father. You know that.”