Romans & histoires Omni Man Please

"I'm asking now." Sighing, she dropped the piece of burger she was holding. She forced herself to sober up, fixing the man across her with a solemn stare. "I'm Lexie Cassandra Lancer," She began. "age 24, professional paparazzi and omega of the Chicago Pack." "I'm Marcus Jonathan Fitzwilliam, age 28, Beta in line to the Lycan and heartthrob of many." Marcus mimicked her, also trying to keep the humor out of his voice.

someone called out in agreement and more voices joined. “Divorce your omega wife and you can marry your fated mate. The moon goddess has blessed you with a beta born as your mate! With her by your side, you will finally be stronger and we can win the war. The future of the pack is going to be safe!” Elder Zachary cheered.

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.

And with it, the hunt. She placed her hand over her stomach again, this time gently. “You'd be safe” She whispered to the life inside her. “I promise it.” Behind her, Lowell drifted into a restless sleep, his breath evening out. Uriel stayed awake beneath the moonlight, scanning for movement. They had tried to erase her. Now, she would hunt them down. They would face the fury of the woman they created. The omega was gone. And in her place stood something far more dangerous.

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.

My mind raced with what they were going to do to us. Please Goddess. I muttered underneath my breath. Help us. The prayer had barely slid past my lips, before someone cut through my thoughts. A deep voice echoed through the speakers above, and I shuddered. “And we’ve saved the best for last. Tonight, we have a rare treat.” Fear with a mix of disgust coiled itself in my belly, but I held my own. “The most beautiful omega and her pup. Once you set eyes on them, there’ll be no going back. The perfect duo, for the perfect end of the night.

Omegas typically couldn't handle it. Samantha clearly didn't know this. The crystal on the server's hand flickered. The next second, his expression tightened, almost imperceptibly. "Apologies, Ma'am," his tone was professional and restrained. "Our test indicates you are an omega. Moonbrew would be too strenuous for you. We cannot serve you that beverage." That phrase, low-tier power level, scraped past her ears like a piece of cold metal. The hand resting by her side unconsciously clenched. Her knuckles tightened under the fabric. "I... I understand. I'll just have a glass of water, please."

"That's not possible. I'm a man. Men don't..." "Omegas do. Male omegas produce slick when they're aroused. When they're near their Alpha. When their body wants to be claimed." Daemon's fingers circled his entrance through the fabric, and Kai whimpered. "And you're producing so much. Your body is desperate for me." "Please..."

Only awe. "No," he said. "You're not an omega." He took my hand, his grip tight. "You're a Queen.”

“As your friend… I can’t believe you became that cold.” I couldn’t answer. Emon was crying quietly now. “Omegas feel each other’s pain,” Osen said softly. “Find him.” “I’m granting you full access,” he added. “I need to take him out of here.” Osen put a heavy hand on my shoulder. “The feed is yours. I have to get Emon settled.” He looked at his mate, who was now openly crying, his small frame shuddering. “He’s hurting for your omega. We all are.”