Novel & Cerita Omni Man Pet

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.

Rage and disgust were painted on the young face she used. "Y-you are...?" Omnibus tried to open his mouth. He, too, was also dumbfounded. But his heart was pure. He didn't even have any thoughts of disgust toward me as he already knew that I was an Omega of this pack. But a feeling of homecoming and satiable attraction lingered in his presence. It filled my nostrils and made a heavenly scent that never smelled before. It was sweet and harmoniously hazy. It was a touch of vanilla and lavender. I couldn't help but close my eyes as I inhaled a lungful of his addictive scent. It was too empowering that I had forgotten what kind of situation I was in.

I scoffed, “sure… I’ll just take your word for it.” “Pinky promise,” he winked at me, “cross my heart and hope to die. We don’t want to start a war. We just need some leverage.” “Taking me won’t end well for you.” I replied, getting ready to shift. "My people will come for me." The man shrugged, “I’m just following orders, girly.” “I’m no girly either.” I growled. He chuckled, “fine, Marley Omari of the Iron River pack. Just follow us, and we promise to treat you as well as can be expected.” He checked out my body, from top to toe, lingering on my breasts and then on my core.

A throat cleared behind her. "Uh, excuse me, Omega Ammy?" Ammy turned to face a young omega man, dark haired and unusually lovely. He wore stylish dark green robes with feather accents and his earrings glinted as he swayed. He stood wringing his hands, shifting nervously and offering a large smile that turned into a grimace. He opened his mouth to speak but paused shifting again and bit his lip. Ammy smirked, amused. "I'm surprised to see someone here more awkward than I. Is there a rodent under your shirt, making you dance in place so?"

There’s no way Adam’s clothes would have fit me considering he's at least 6” shorter and significantly smaller in the muscles department. Adam is an Omega, which is why he is such a great doctor. Omegas are caring and loving, they are the backbone of most packs. They love to take care of others and are always so empathetic. Most of our nurses, doctors and teachers are Omegas and I respect the hell out of them all. It doesn’t make them weak, or bad at fighting. They train, just like everyone else. They aren’t warriors because it goes against their nature to volunteer to do harm to another, but they will defend the vulnerable exceptionally fiercely. I have seen an Omega take down a Beta when t

I said to him and to my delight his ears went red. “My name is Isla, what's your name?” I said to him. “I'm Adam, I got to go. We have to have these ready for tomorrow's display,” he said to me. As he turned to look behind him a second scent came from him, from his beast actually and I instantly felt protective of him. My mate was an Omega, what an irony of nature! Well, that was insignificant, he was all mine and that was all that mattered. It's just sad that Roni was about to lose another valuable pack member to me.

“That’s not what I meant at all, my lady. Nothing about you seems ordinary. No, I think of this pack as being slightly provincial. But you…there’s more to you.” He touched my hand lightly and shuddered at the blisters from the day before. Oh, God, he’s disgusted. I’ve shamed the pack already, and I’m sure he’ll tell Declan. The man’s face turned serious. “J, please retrieve the omni-ointment.” He winced at the sight of my sores. “Oh, no, that’s all right, sir,” I argued. “I’m in a hurry. I have to go…” The force in his voice stopped me. “Take it,” he said, gentle yet firm. “I insist.”

Candidates? Everyone remained seated, but their heads all collectively turn back to the entrance. The door opened and revealed three figures. A man stood in front of them—an omega, Gavin notes, just from the man’s build. He’s wearing the same robe as theirs, arms crossed in front of him, and face blank. His face resembles the Pack Alpha’s but softer. His eyes the same shape, wolfish and sharp, contrasting with his small pointed nose and thin lips.

I confidently nodded at my mate. "And I can protect myself too!" I chimed, and he agreed. Right.. There's no need to worry; all of them are powerful and even immortals.. Wait. Shit. That's right! I suddenly slumped again in his arms once the thought of him being immortal saddens me. He stared at me for quite a while, and his brows creased. "Is something else the matter, my little omega?" He gently asked with his soothing voice, which was enough to calm me down. I shook my head, but he wouldn't let anything get past him.

It was wrong. A low growl tore out of him. Distantly, he registered the omega flinching. Suddenly, he felt a large, firm hand grab his shoulder. "Hey, man, what the fuck?" Still feeling like an outsider in his own skin, Zane soon realized his canines were elongated and his vision blurred red at the ages. Heat was simmering in his chest, and when the man gripped his shoulder harder, Zane shoved him off, hard, sending him back a good five feet at least.