Omni Man Pet Novels & Stories

I said and the blond lady waved her hand, and two men in uniforms approached us. “There's a sneaking stalker in the mall; check the footage and see who snuck up the windows of all our dressing rooms,” The blond lady said. “Yes ma'am.” The guards replied and left. “We are really sorry, ma'am; we promise to bring out the culprit. I nodded, feeling uncomfortable and uneasy. It was weird, their attention and care. I was a stranger, but they could sniff my aura; clearly, they all knew I was an Omega. So why aren't they treating me equally, why so much finesse? Unless Kane made sure the entire pack knew that I had a chance of being the pack's Luna.

Then, the normal pack members who aren't ranked but are still strong and can defend themselves in time of war. But of all this, there is one that is rarely seen. They are called Omegas . People mostly call them pets. And alpha's pride themselves on the number of pets they have. But that's the problem, for omegas only appear in every thousand werewolves, and to be honest, we are not much in number. But if we are talking about the rarely seen type, the male omegas… "Is that thing supposed to be your pet?" I asked, voice laced with disgust. "She looks like she’s one meal away from death. Is your pack starving, matteo? Or have your standards just dropped that low?"

In my world, Omegas were almost non-existent and the few that did were seen as some sort of game for the high-rank wolves to catch and boost their egos. Omegas are basically humans but with wolves. Submissive and compliant with pup carrying and bedwarming as the only thing they are good for. It was the only thing I would be good for if I failed to find my mate and I think I already botched that tonight as almost everyone found their mate tonight.

Her sincere smile almost made him melt. According to his colleagues, Emma Claire is an Omega. That must have explained why she looks so gorgeous. And noticing how Emma seems to be extra kind only to him, she must like him even for a tiny bit. Honestly to Zen, Emma is just exactly his type. Maybe his weird thoughts about the CEO must have been just his pent up desires to be in a relationship after being so single for so long. His last serious relationship was still when he was in high school for Pete's sake!

The wolf dropped me and transformed so I was now staring at the feet of a man. Tion. Alpha of Crimson. Feral. Mad, they whispered. Dangerous and unstable. He looked down at me with gold eyes that mirrored his beast’s. No pity. No surprise. Only curiosity, sharp, cutting and cold. “Another stray,” he said. His voice was rougher than gravel, low with disuse or disdain. “Or a spy.” Accompanied with a grin that promised pain if I was the latter. “She’s Moon Stone’s,” someone growled behind him. “Weak. Latent. Rejected.”

“Hold your horses. Remember our objective okay? Just as many as you can. If anyone strong comes along, you bail. Got it?” “Yeah, yeah. Got it! Now let me go please~” Crymillia made a cute face to convince her older brother. Bilgrae sighed and let her go. “Yeay!” And Crymillia immediately flew away fast. “What a troublesome sister.” Bilgrae also began to move. Unlike Crymillia, he was incapable of flight. So he could only run to his destination. ….. Omni Capital. With Oran’s, the mossy green giant ape, help, the Omni Army was able to push back the enemy. Oran was taking down the giant snakes one after another while the army finished off the other monsters.

Omegas are rare, but, about 80 percent of the omegas are female, only 20 percent are male omegas. And male omegas are sold at a higher price in the black market. And you can think how rare is the man standing in front of him. It’s a male silver Omega, almost as rare as an Albino. Okay, not almost, very rare. His hair is wavy and shiny, and his eyes are bright green. His neck is unmarked meaning he’s unmated.

The staff are a mixture of non-ranked wolves and Omega wolves. Omega wolves are wolves who are – for whatever reason – unable to shift. They have heightened senses and can even speak to their wolf spirit, but because they can’t shift a lot of packs mistreat Omegas or treat them as less than everyone else, but we don’t believe in that. We don’t enslave anyone and being staff here is a paid job like any other. It’s offered to anyone who wants it, and we offer them free room and board if they wish.

She turned the chair around to face me and sat down. "My name is Sasha Copperman." "Copperman?" I murmured bluntly while nodding. I don't know why. "Yes, Copperman, my family was part of one of the most blessed packs in the whole of Oceania." "I am really sorry to abrupt you during this whole copper thing, but that's not what I asked you. What am I doing here? Am I dead? Is this the afterlife?. "

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.