Romans & histoires Omegaverse Yuri

I felt waves of sparks in my hand and suddenly I was pulled against a huge chest. "Mine" it vibrated as multiple growls were heard from my family and friends. Beta Trevor chuckled uneasily, "Maybe you are just confused by her Omega powers." he suggested as he tried to calm the situation. "I am not confused. She is mine. DON'T TOUCH HER!" he yelled.

This is also the same warrior that had dragged him out of Javier's chamber earlier. Yori's eyes glint with something wicked as he scours Soral's face greedily. As Javier's important warrior, he has been reduced to watching over two weak omegas; Yori seethes at the thought and then rapidly decides that at least the Omegas are appealing to look at. The fair-headed one is out of the question; the Lord has already staked his claim on him; as for this one, he can do whatever he pleases. "I don't appreciate your silence, are you planning on escaping?"

They always used hushed tones to avoid Hibiki hearing them, and I guess they used Japanese so dad wouldn’t understand them and know what nefarious things they are plotting. “I still can’t believe it.” I shook my head as I focused on my game of Overwatch. “I’m telling you it’s true. She told me herself. Yūri was a Yakuza. A legend in her youth.” Forrest said, taking down an Ana from the opposing team. “Somehow, it doesn’t surprise me. You’ve seen that look in her eyes when she talks about taking out Ryōta. That’s the look of someone who’s taken a life.” Darius shrugged as his character took down an Orisa.

“We have not come here to do harm or to cause trouble. We just need your help, that’s all. Valon has taken over both the werewolf and vampire kingdom and he is not stopping at that. He is going to take control of more, even the witches’ kingdom.” “Let him try.” “He is not doing this just with his werewolf power. He is doing it with a new found power which seems to be really effective.” I warned her. “I said, let him try!” She raised her voice as she slammed both her hands on the arm of her throne and an unseen force blew us backward, making us injure with some sharp things in the meeting hall. Four of my men could not survive that and gave up the ghost right at that spot. Now, I was left wit

He could feel the hot sticky liquid seeping out of his hole. Zen was able to get word out of his mouth. "S-Sir, please pull out.." Sevastian didn't listen as continues to fuck him. Oh God, when will this alpha in rut end? He thought that one round was enough to subside his rut. But it turns out he underestimated the lust of a supreme level alpha. "Zen... even though you're merely an alpha, inside definitely feels like of an omega's." "Don't worry, I'll turn you into one soon." Zen closes his eyes as Mr. Claude trusts faster. What is with alphas and their obsession with mating with omegas.

“Congratulations, my king. You’ve found your fated mate.” I stepped forward, lifted her carefully into my arms, and Matif opened a portal. Moments later, we were in my chamber. I laid her gently on my bed. “Leave us,” I told Lucien and Matif, and they obeyed without question. Alone with her, I stared. A werewolf. From her scent, I knew she was an omega… yet the power radiating off her was unlike any omega I’d known. Why would the Moon Goddess curse me with a mate from the very species I’ve despised for centuries?

“She is my woman. She belongs to me.” Sergi’s lips tightened. “She is my granddaughter. You will respect her position.” Misha stood up as well. But before he could say anything, Raven stepped back and went to stand by Yuri. “I am his woman,” she told both Sergi and Misha. “I desire the chance to know both of you but please don’t make me choose between you and Yuri.” “Yuri is Bratva. He will do as he is told,” Sergi warned her.

Above him stood three dark shapes in the moonlight. Wolves. But not from his old pack. Their scent was strange. “Please,” Aeris croaked. “I don’t know you. I didn’t do anything.” “We know who you are,” the tallest one said. A woman with a silver braid knelt beside him. “The scentless one. The omega who shouldn’t exist.” “Then you know I’m not worth killing.” “That’s where you’re wrong,” she said, drawing a knife that gleamed in the moonlight. “Your death is worth everything.”

Crack! The sound of a teacup cracking due to Ila Sunis' grip echoed in the living room where this Omega werewolf lady received Yani, the daughter of Sub Master Yeli who is a middle-level witch from the Namian Empire. "What did you say?! My son; Marek Olun, has a romantic relationship with one of the human witches? Who is it?" "I; Yani is a middle-level witch of the Namian Empire. It is impossible to tell lies to you who is the wife of the head of the Olun clan." Yani swallowed nervously while trying to explain calmly about Marek Olun's relationship with that damn witch.

She growled, the veins on the side of her neck popping out. Then I noticed a mark on her neck. A quarter moon shape. It was familiar because– I had one too. It was the marks given to Omega at birth, to distinguish them from the rest. Hers was barely visible, it seemed she covered it with make up powder. “You are– you are an Omega.”