Omni Man Beating Mark Novels & Stories

Right. “Hehehe… Yes. Talk to mommy.” Ah, just my luck. This is High Elder Ben’s son. Wait. High Elder Ben is a man. Does that mean….? “Heheheeee… Yes. Mommy omega.” Ugh… I have never heard of male omegas before, and now I’m running into them all the time. What is next? I’m almost afraid to even ask. Suddenly, High Elder Ben’s stern voice booms through my head. “Sorry, Jimmy. My son is exploring his abilities. I will have a talk with him to not disturb you again.”

I wanted to impress her somehow but I didn't hear any answer from her and only showed me a blank expression. "Watch out!" The chubby woman shouted to warn me but I was unable to avoid the strong attack from Marky. I fell to the ground again but immediately stood up and I returned a powerful attack to him. Marky was hit in the face and his nose bled after he fell to the ground. His two companions immediately came to support him. And this time, it looks like Marky doesn't want to control the anger he feels anymore. I noticed the slight changes in his appearance as his claws came out. His two companions also positioned themselves into a fighting stance and got ready to attack me.

Damon laughed as if I was funny. I can't lose here because even though I'm an omega, I'm strong! I will not let myself be defeated in front of Amoux. Being an omega is a big shame for him, so I have to be good at fighting. Who said that a personal doctor can only do treatment? Because I'll make sure I'm different.

He strode toward me, giving the man next to me a withering look that sent the guy scrambling, then appropriated the empty seat. “Oh, I noticed you’ve staked your claim already.” His gaze flickered pointedly to the unconscious man being pulled by his ankles. The bouncer caught my eye and nodded respectfully — another member of my secret pack. "What can I say?" I shrugged, tilting my head back to down the contents of my bottle, relishing the burn. "This is my hunting ground." “I’ll have whatever the Alpha female is drinking.” He motioned toward Ron, who had foreseen the request and set down an identical green bottle in front of him.

to his teammates, who hit his helmet in celebration. Mark is the only one willing to help me stand back up. I look in disbelief at my teammates, who let the giant take me down. “Are you kidding, Brentmen? Where were you and Hatchet? Where was my cover?!” I get up in his face, pushing the jackass. “He got away from us, what’s your fucking problem? You didn’t throw the ball; you could have avoided the sack!” I shove him to the ground. “You think you’re so fucking funny, asshole? Yeah? Think you could do better than I can?”

RON “CLIMB IT!” I roar, shoving Zli toward the chain-link fence. “I’ll handle this bastard. GO!” Zli hesitates for a fraction of a second, his eyes flashing with a mix of tactical calculation and raw worry. “Ron—” “I said MOVE!” I bark. I don’t have time for a debate. I whip around just as the Crimson Dragon enforcer—a hulking piece of muscle named Marco Bellini’s favorite street-soldier—swings a heavy wooden baseball bat. I dive to the left, the wood whistling inches from my ear.

"Donald, tell me, am I your 'dead man walking'? Answer me!" Mark roared as he entered, his face livid with rage. Not only did Donald pale in fear, but Natasha, Dylan, Cedric, Francesca, and Lauren were all stunned silent. No one dared to speak, as accompanying Mark was Marvin. Although Marvin had always maintained a low profile in Jayrodale's elite circles, those in the know understood that this billionaire was a tough guy that no one dared to provoke.

A burning beam suddenly crashed toward me, but I fell into a familiar embrace just in time. “Long time no see,” a low, hoarse voice whispered in my ear. I spun around, instinctively striking at his vital points. We grappled, fists and kicks colliding. “So you can fight,” Mark said amusingly, catching my punch. “How else am I supposed to deal with your unruly men?” I shot back, smirking. We continued to struggle. He could have easily subdued me, but he always avoided my wounds at critical moments.

My chest tightened because I realized this wasn't a little fight, these people fully intended to kill us if they could. Dominique’s men came in from the far end, shouting instructions at each other, all of them shadows I could only see by peeking around Caspian’s body. I saw Dominique out of the corner of my eye. Markus had him pinned, but the bastard still managed to twist, his head snapping forward as his fist drove into Markus’s jaw. The punch was loud enough that I hear it through the force of the bullets. Markus staggered back, blood spitting from his lip, but he didn’t let go. Dominique only laughed, coughing through the blood already pouring from his face.

“How did you get to Von?” “His nightclub. Didn’t listen when you shut the world down.” Mark started looking me up and down, pausing at my breast. “I want a date. You have to wear something that shows off your curves and that tight little ass of yours.” He licked his lips in a way that made my skin crawl. Without even hesitating, I pulled my arm back and punched him square in the jaw. He was knocked out cold, instantly. I was pissed. Beyond livid, really. Turning, I saw the two warriors staring at me, wide eyed.