Novel & Cerita Omegaverse Smut

The whole room was oozing with drunk Alpha pheromones and she didn't understand whose pheromones was suddenly making her disoriented, her finger tips started shaking as she tried dropping the last glass of champagne on the table but it slipped and fell to the ground. None of the guys said anything they just sat there watching her clumsiness as she knelt down to pick the shards of glass on the ground . She started feeling so hot and light headed she was sweating profusely and trying to wonder if she had eaten anything bad that's making her to react like this. Not long she noticed the smell in the room grew thicker and the Alphas were making grunting sounds like they were hurt. It was a natura

I was drowning in it, caught in a feverish heat I couldn't control—a scent that was terrifying, suffocating, and infuriatingly seductive. I hated him. I hated myself. And more than anything, I hated the karma that left me powerless against him simply because I was born an Omega. My fists balled tight as the raw, suffocating frustration finally snapped something inside me. My pride refused to take this sitting down. Throwing caution to the wind, I opened the floodgates and let my own pheromones surge out into the room. The moment my scent hit the air, his head snapped up and our eyes locked.

So Enzo Moretti showed up dressed in a carefully tailored three piece suit, his dark hair gelled back, attractive face sharp with unrestrained irritate. The moment he steps in, he wrinkles how nose at the scent of aged whiskey, expensive cologne, and anxious Omega pheromones clinging thickly in the air. The auction organized by moonhound, only coveted Omegas on the West Coast. Many have been trained for years to be professional sex workers--Omegas with good smells and blood. Some were taken as collateral for debts. Others were simply desperate to serve these powerful Alphas. Enzo Moretti sits in the VIP section, one leg crossed over the other, silver eyes scanning the stage with cool detachm

Samiya’s POV Today was the day when a million of my dreams came true only to get destroyed right after. “I’m pretty sure that when the moon goddess created omegas she didn’t imagine them being this fucking stubborn!” one of the alpha’s gammas yelled. An eye patch adorned his face along with some ancient tattoos, making him look scarier than everyone else who had come to kick us out of our home. My breathing quickened, and my adrenaline spiked up, flowing through my veins aggressively.

I grabbed a letter opener and jimmied it until it popped open. Inside were old-looking documents and notebooks. I pulled out the top one with my trembling hands. The first page had handwriting I recognized as Draven’s. 'The double bond is rare. Moon Goddess sometimes grants an Alpha two mates when the pack faces great danger. One fated by blood and alliance. The other one fated by soul. Choosing only one breaks the balance. But pack law forbids a human Luna. I feel both bonds. Seraphina and Buttercup. It is stronger with Buttercup. What the fuck am I supposed to do?'

I fucking hate you! “Are you sure it is mine?” I ask Ruth. While Omegas can get pregnant only when they are in heat, the other females can get pregnant even if they are not in heat. She looks offended. “Just because I invited you to my room doesn’t mean I am a slut. That role belongs to—” I slam my fist on the desk. “Don’t you dare say a bad word about my mate!” I snarl. “You are better off without her. She was sleeping with your father—”

I am sure no one will be attracted to me, not even my mate. I mean, just look at me, I am so tiny, my hair is dirty blonde that reaches almost my waist. My eyes are brown and sunken that you can see hollow circles around them. My lips are so thin and just plain always cracked. My nose is just pointed, I always see it's longer than it's supposed to be. In short, there is nothing attractive about me. I am just a filthy Omega.

STEFAN’S POV . “Arrgh” I grunted as I slowly opened my eyes. I was in the basement, and I felt much better than when I injected myself with that. If that man had already injected it into Melissa, she was going to react badly to it and then unspeakable things were going to happen, which wasn’t supposed to be. The human world and the supernatural world ought to be balanced and wolves were not supposed to lose control in this world.

And I was only the puppet; put under the ax then saved only to be put on strings. "They don't love us. They hate us and have always hated us, we are a curse and have always been seen as curses...we were made to be wiped out, but we were also made to survive..." Izon came again now. "It's how we survived their evil massacre and it's how we survived when we fled to the forest... it's our survival that makes us rogues..." he said calmly, folding his arms. "It's what makes us Omegas..."

The door of the car suddenly opens and a foul stench reaches my nose as a man enters my vision. Rouge. He flashes his yellow teeth "Omegas, eh? This is going to be fun." He grabs Kate by the arm and pulls her out just as the other door opens and someone pulls out the omega guy on my left. I protest in vain when two big arms wrap around me and pull me out I find myself held tightly by the mountain of a rouge. Around us, seven or maybe eight rouges, against five omegas. The other cars were already ahead of us, they wont be able to reach us on time. Oh goodness.