Omni Man Pathetic Novels & Stories

What did they think of him? Valentino nudged his side as if sensing his turmoil. He bowed with an apology to the room for being late. "There's no need to apologize," Mane Chrysanthemum said, his voice loud and carrying over to him from across the table. There was a finality in his voice that challenged anyone to utter a word if they did not agree. "Our future head omega is allowed to be late. Meanwhile Yves stood and walked over to him, extending a hand. “You look beautiful, Saint."

"Made sure everyone knows where his loyalty lies." "And where's that?" "With you, obviously. With his real future." Satisfaction warms my chest. This is how it should be. Ronan and me, just like our families planned. Just like the Moon Goddess intended. "What's she like now?" I ask. Emma shrugs. "Pathetic. Barely speaks to anyone. Walks around like a beaten dog." "Good," I say with venom. "That's exactly what she deserves." "She's so weak," Madison adds with disgust. "Cries in bathrooms. Sits alone at lunch. The perfect example of what happens when omegas forget their place."

“You really don’t get it. Dominic believes every word out of my mouth. That’s simply how the world works. An Omega is born to be stepped on.” With that, she walks away.

I asked, shaking my head slightly in hopes of straightening my vision, but it didn’t help. “You can’t be walking around like this,” the man responded, not even answering my question. “But don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you.” I shuddered in fear after his remark. I recognized that tone. The sick amusement and hunger laced in his voice. I quickly struggled, trying my best to push him away, but my body completely betrayed me. He chuckled menacingly, “You don’t have to act coy, you know. You’re a filthy omega. It’s not like this is your first time.”

But Dominic cut me off before I could get three words out. "Save it. I saw the video. Everyone did. Sponsors are already calling, questioning if you are unstable. You were supposed to be the perfect one. Untouchable. Instead, you are acting like some emotional omega who cannot control himself." The word omega struck like a slap across the face. Dominic did not know the full story. He did not know what Roland had whispered in my ear or how my body had reacted. But that insult still hurt deeply. Deeper than I wanted to admit.

I beg for mercy. "You are one disgusting man.That's what you said outside to me.You provoked me to hurt you and even now, your condition is too tempting to not touch you.I like when omegas cry, shows their only ability" He grins.I have never believed in the great Evil but right here, the man above me is worse than the Evil itself.My soul will be snatched from me and mask with his print.Nothing I could do to prevent myself the pain and destruction.

"No it isn't. And yes it is possible. There aren't any here, but in other clans..." "I don’t give a fuck," he shouts towards me reaching over to give me a slap that stings like hell and makes me see stars for a few seconds, "You have no idea what you're talking about. Male omegas exist in other clans, sure, but they're defects of nature. I'm not going to let a pup of mine be a defect. You're never going to get tired of ruining my life, are you? Do you have any idea how much of an embarrassment you are?"

I can't is too hard. His knees gave up and he slump to the floor. All the beatings, the humiliations, everything, he bore them all till now but he couldn't no more. He ran his blood covered fingers in his mid length hair as a sob escaped him. You're only good at crying and been used and dumped. You can never man up! You're a disappointment! A disgrace! Pathetic bitch! Shameless omega! A weak excuse of a man. "I know." He said out loud in a croaky voice.

It had nothing to do with wanting the stupid male. He was wrong, it had everything to do with wanting his omega, and he shouldn’t have ever been ashamed or adverse to the idea. Honestly, Lexus had fallen victim to the teaching he’d heard again and again as a youngling. Male omegas were rut aids, barren wombs to fuck and knot without consequences. Blood bitches good for the endorphin high and decent bartering tools to loan out for favors of trade. Unworthy creatures for mating and bonding, a flaw of their race.

“This was a very large, stupid, life-threatening mistake. I don’t fight. I don’t spar. I don’t run unless something is chasing me, and even then I’m probably gonna trip and die.” “Stand tall,” my wolf said in that annoyingly calm, sultry growl she does. Like she isn’t living inside my panic. I didn’t even jump. I just rolled my eyes. “Why do you always say that like I’m some superhero in a cape?” “Because you’re acting like prey.” “Because I am prey. Have you seen my knees? They’re shaking. My heart’s doing the salsa. I think I might pee.” “You’re an Omega. You are not weak.”