Omni-man Novels & Stories

I’m sure she is shocked. Shoot. I was blown away when they told me everything about the pack. I must say it is cool the way the pack can read minds. However, I haven’t gotten too far in my training, so I’m stumbling around with it. I’m still not really sure what or if I have an ability besides the ability of reading minds I have gained when I joined the pack, but the Supreme Elder has told me that omegas are almost always guaranteed to have at least one ability if not two or three. I still haven’t gotten enough courage to ask Alpha Wyatt what my ability or abilities are.

POV Samantha I took a deep breath after Lance hung up the phone. He was pissed and that made me nervous. Alpha's were dangerous when they were angry. I knew this fact first hand. I looked around the room and saw that my father, brother and body guard were just as mad and they were all staring at me. I started to use my omega powers to calm them but Troy stopped me just like he did before. "Don't even try it. We don't want to be calm right now. What the hell were you thinking?" he asked and I threw myself down on the couch next to him.

The man’s voice held a gentle rumble of interest, like he truly wanted to understand Aiden better. "Glaciana told me it’s something Omegas go through," Macmillan continued, his words flowing smoothly. "She saw the future, many other future Omegas will experience the same thing. It makes him uncomfortable. He releases pheromones and gets really emotional." "But he’s fine now, right?" Macmillan's dad asked, his tone softening with concern. "I can only imagine how strange it must have felt for him. All of this is so new, one day he was human and the next thing he wasn't."

As if he finds the act as soothing as I do. “Like how to make someone laugh. Like how to break through to someone who uses their pain to keep everyone else at arm’s length. Like how to love.” “I don’t know what you mean,” I whisper. “I mean that you’re magic, darlin’.” I shake my head. “No. I’m not. Omegas are magic. They are heart-healers and pack-healers. I’m just a girl who talks too much, doesn’t look where she’s going, and spends more time thinking about cheese than any normal person should.”

“And I didn’t summon you here for pleasantries. Tell me who you are and what you are exactly.” Her throat bobbed, and fingers curled into her top like they could hide her. “I’m Dextera Neville, an Omega of Bisclaveret Pack, under the reign of Alpha Kestrel Wagner, son of Nelson Wagner, Sovereign Of His Bloodline.” I folded my arms. “Save me the hierarchy. I want real answers. You know what I'm talking about, young lady.” “I… I don’t...” I cut her off. “What happened last night, Dextera? You’re a wolfless Omega as far as I know. That’s what your records from Bisclaveret said. You never shifted! But what I saw out there in those woods was not an ordinary shift.”

he turns around to face me again. He snaps his fingers, and someone comes running in. "Bring the seer over. I want to know who exactly she is. I feel she's lying to me." The man bows, "Yes boss." I look back at him horrified, "Excuse me? What's that supposed to mean?" "An omega who can heal injuries, and also rip off wolves? You're not ordinary at all."

I found myself asking. "Omegas are what make up most of the pack. They are the common man, you would say. He was working as a waiter at the restaurant, to help me by watching you. Omegas aren't built for fighting or speed, which is why it took so long to find you," he sighed. "He tried to follow the van, but it just went to fast for him, he stayed on its tail as best he could and sent us information on where to start the search." I snuggled into his chest, wishing I could be just a few layers closer. 'What was wrong with me?' I wondered. I was almost raped and here I was wishing to be naked and cuddling with a man I barely knew.

It seemed as though the world had twisted itself around me, trapping me in this nightmare that I couldn't escape. Being an omega had never felt like a blessing, but here, in this twisted reality with Colton, it felt like nothing but a curse. A fate that had bound me to a world of suffering, pain, and degradation. I hated being omega—hated the helplessness that came with it, hated how it made me vulnerable to the whims of cruel men who saw me as nothing more than a possession. A toy to play with, a thing to use, that’s all I had ever been to anyone who crossed my path.

He was determined to be a voice for them, even though the first step felt incredibly heavy. As an alpha, Zack felt a calling to take action to create a good, safe, and comfortable environment for all wolf-humans under his leadership. He began developing innovations to change the wolf society's structure, focusing on respecting each individual, regardless of their social status. In Zack's mind, there was no longer room for belittling or discriminating, especially against omegas.

I had absolutely no idea, which could be both a good, as well as a bad thing for me. Part of me felt the need to bow under their auras as it was a natural behavior for Omegas to do so.,iI's part of our in-born instincts. Even if I'm not a wolf. I'm a rare case as I never got my wolf when I was supposed to. It is the main reason for why my life hasn't been one of the easiest. "Good afternoon, Miss." The black-haired man spoke. "Good afternoon..." I paused for a moment. "Unless we decide to have names or titles, it might become a little weird referring to you two as the black-haired Alpha and the brown-haired Alpha." I smiled.