Omni Man Pet Novels & Stories

She was paralyzed with fear. Just when she thought the beast would pounce, a figure stepped out from behind the wolf. It was a man, tall and broad-shouldered, with a cruel smile on his face. “Well, well, what do we have here?” the man said, his voice dripping with malice. “An Omega, all alone.” Carly’s mind raced as she tried to think of a way out of this. She knew she couldn’t outrun the wolf, and she was no match for the man either. But maybe, just maybe, she could reason with him.

I say . I didn't want to push him to reveal secrets that weren't even his . He nods . " It's better that way . " " But can I at least ask what an omega is ? " As if it wasn't obvious already , my knowledge of the supernatural world is quite limited and I don't even know the most basic things . Ugh . Why didn't dad let my trainers teach me things besides vampirism ? It's ridiculous . Knowledge is power is it not ? " An omega is a wolf who never turned . They're more like humans than wolves honestly . " He shrugs , not seeming to make a big deal out of it .

she asks, the big black guy turns around and looks at her only to reveal a pair of green eyes, what a contrast to his dark skin she thought, he looked smart, his height is something she will have to keep in her mind for a few days, but something was off, he had a scent, and it’s been a long time since she’s come in contact with a student that was like her, he had a scent but it wasn’t strong, it was like something was covering his scent like it was covered up by a heavy wood. “I’m sorry” for a huge guy, he cowers a lot, charlotte noticed the way his back was hunched, and even his hoodie looked like it has seen better days, she looked down only to notice the man had scars. And his hands were

I said. None of them replied. I wasn't interested in hearing more. Amarok observed the exchange with clear amusement. "Your household is lively" he said. I turned my attention back to him. "My household is none of your concern" I said. His smile widened. "I disagree." The audacity. Everything about this man irritated me. I was beginning to understand why he had survived as long as he had. Most wolves would have killed him long ago, if they could catch him. A servant nervously approached the table and the poor man looked terrified.

He mutters curses under his breath with every failed pivot, every slow block. Jace shouts an order. Eli snarls back, then obeys. I want to put my fist through a tree. Where the fuck does all that fight and attitude come from? He grew up as an Omega in Ashgrave. I’ve seen them by the time they reach Eli’s age. Dead-eyed and broken. Husks. Not my fucking pet though. He keeps growling and snapping like a honey badger in a trap. I want to keep him locked in my cabin where he can’t get into any trouble and nobody can hurt him.

“I have no idea when it’s due. What kind of time frame is that?” “Oran really didn’t touch you, did he?” The sudden change of topic took the omega by surprise. “No, he didn’t.” The man stalked closer, his muscles rippling under his clothes as he rose to his full height and loomed over Kari. “So I see, he likes them obedient and subservient. You must have made him itch for a cane.” The omega scrambled back in alarm and there was a soft thump as his back hit the closed door. Hands caged him in, one on either side of his head and the man’s face inched too close for comfort.

He was so large Hades almost didn't notice the no-fur being dragged along on a leash behind him. He only let his eyes fall on the no-fur for a moment. The money tom had dressed him in a mockery of the suit he wore. The no-fur had on very, very short pants that barely hid anything and a collar with a small tie hanging from it that matched the one the big tom wore. What little fur he had on his head was a mix of blue and greens. Dyed to be more appealing to his master no doubt. His eyes held the blush pink glow that signified an omega who was ripe for breeding.

Auntie Elvie added, and they all laughed. I didn't pay attention to them, but I raised my face when I heard the following whispers. "The Alpha is here, and so is the Beta!" "I feel sorry for that Omega. Poor thing." "She's just a former slave, she doesn't deserve pity." "In other packs, they protect the omegas because they have compassion. We should do the same." "Of course, but this is the Darkmoon pack, sis!" Even though I could clearly hear those voices, I was still afraid of the man approaching. He walked straight in front of me, and I instinctively bowed in respect.

He knows and understands me so well. "Okay, the thing is, he isn't an ordinary Omega". I told him and I saw that he doesn't understand what I just said. "How do you mean? I'm confused please explain". He said. "He's a gifted Omega, as in, he has special abilities unlike other Omegas and because of his gifts he's in danger and I need to protect him". I explained. "What gift does he have? and who is he in danger from?". He asked

the fairly old man smiled and stood very close to Angela. Angela had been bound to a chair with shackles. It was very tight that she couldn't move a limb. "Hello, the Omega" the fairly old man greeted her and laughed. "My name is Malcolm. I'm very sure you know that before lurking around my house" he shook his head. "There is a misunderstanding. You are making a mistake. I am not lurking around your house" Angela pleaded. "Is it also a mistake that you are an Omega?" Malcolm asked quickly.