Novel & Cerita Omni-man Killed

Just maybe he kept us hidden as well. "Maybe he kept our death hidden and pretended that I was nothing but an omega who was framed for a crime she did not commit and that he had to save her from dying to... To him." The reason the pack was approaching me was because they believed I needed assistance and that I was about to end my life. I mattered absolutely nothing to him and his entire pack. Her inner voice was a scream.

Just before the head comes off, I see his expression go slack. He’s definitely dead now. “Holy fuck, Toman!” one of the Blood Takers exclaims. “Why did you do that?” “I had to put Romy out of his misery,” Toman replies nonchalantly. He wipes the blood off the knife on the end of Romy’s shirt. “He was either going to die on the way to our destination, or we would get off schedule to find him a doctor, and it would’ve been our asses on the line. This was for the best.”

He tossed the pieces into the garbage bin, muttering to himself, "That's where both of you belong." He then turned his attention to a framed picture of himself and Sabina. He tore the picture in half, letting out a bitter laugh. "My biggest mistake is trusting you, Sabina. But thanks to you, I've learned my lessons now," he said, throwing the picture into the bin. Onel sank into the bathtub, trying to push his anger and resentment aside. He was the last surviving omega in the world, and many alphas desired him because only he could give them the perfect son to secure their packs. But he refused to be used like that anymore.

The feeling of heaviness inside and out weighs down on me and my fear now borders on terror. I just killed a man. Not just any man. I killed a guard of the Omega Games. Goddess, what have I done? This is a death sentence for me. No one kills a guard and gets away with it. Ever. My eyes continue to stay glued to the dead man even as my hands begin to shake uncontrollably. The trail of blood from his ears has formed a bloodied puddle underneath his head. The hair at the back of his head is soaked with blood. I do not need to have my wolf to be able to smell it. It is a wonder the driver in front does not sense it.

"It is already handled. There is no need for you to dirty your hands. I have already sent someone to kill Damien." The man freezes. The red eyes narrow, the rippling in his muscles ceasing, though his breathing remains ragged and heavy. He stares down at Kael, his gaze piercing and cold. "You have sent someone?" he asks, his voice dripping with skepticism. "Who? Who could possibly get close enough to the Alpha to end him?" "An omega," Kael says quickly, the words rushing out of him. "An enslaved omega. I... I acquired him specifically for this."

When he read Lan, his eyes widened in confusion. He called Theo and they both read the message together. “What does this mean?” Theo questioned as he looked at the phone screen which was bright in the night darkness. Before Silas could report an answer, the device chimed and another message rolled in. “Lan, the overseer of omega affairs is dead. He killed himself while being held in prison.” Silas read it with a raised brow, trying to put the pieces together. He tucked the phone aside, knowing he had to return to the main city of Hericon as soon as possible.

Then it was so fast. Everything happened so fast. He took his gun out, and fired at the wolf who was about to pounce on him but was too late. BANGGG!!!! The gunshot rang out. I had been through a lot but that had been one of the worst days of my life. I’d caused an innocent person to die. The poor kid who had been homeless and spent his days starving. I later found out Jamie was a stray wolf from a pack. He was an omega, who had been through a lot.

He pointed a shaking finger at the cowering Omega. "You murdered a war hero! A legend! And then you... you..." He couldn't even finish the sentence, too overcome with revulsion. "You're all going to die! Every single one of you!" The three Deltas nearby, seeing how disastrously things had turned out, began scrambling over each other in their desperation to beg for mercy. They fell to their knees in a pathetic heap, their earlier arrogance completely evaporated. "Alpha, please listen to us!" the first Delta cried, his voice high with panic.

He left with a tension so sharp it felt like the room itself vibrated after he was gone. As soon as he was gone, Elias gently shifted Nova's wrist and hissed under his breath. "She's burning up again. Gods..." His voice cracked with quiet fury. "It took two weeks for her to recover from the last round of silver. And now—our own pack did this." Jax's jaw flexed so sharply the muscle jumped. Aeron pushed away from the wall. "I'm going to find which omega is involved. If it's who I suspect..." His eyes narrowed. "Lisa Rellane tried to sneak into my office last week. Claimed it was for cleaning. She wasn't holding a damn broom."

My adopted sister, Victoria, possessed a fiercely powerful wolf spirit. She was the sole hope for our endangered Silver Moon Pack. In contrast, though I was the Alpha's biological daughter, I was just an Omega. It wasn't until I turned twenty that I finally awakened a wolf spirit, and it possessed nothing but simple healing abilities. From that day on, my three older brothers forced me to become her personal blood slave. After enduring the extreme torture of the Full Moon Trials for the eighth time in her place, my wolf spirit was on the verge of being torn apart. Dragging my broken, battered body, I questioned them hoarsely. Chris, my eldest brother, sneered. "Victoria has suffered sin