Novel & Cerita Omni Man's Books

“It’s just that I couldn’t even handle an omega back in my former pack. I was always defeated. So, I was a bit shaken and surprised.” “Hmmm,” he replied. “Seriously, Oman. You need to give me more attention. You’re just focused on your writings.” He closed the book and finally looked at me. “Sorry, your highness. I needed to keep up with the information I received. Greg isn’t an easy man to work with.”

He was extremely slender, practically to the point where I thought him sickly or frail, and his skin was pale as if he rarely ventured beyond palace walls. Was he an omega servant, fetching important books for someone high-ranking? The moment our eyes met, he stumbled, and all of the unsteady books toppled out of his thin arms. “Oh—Oh my—!” I exclaimed, quickly rushing over to the man. I lowered to my knees and began to help pick up the scattered mess of books, taking him by apparent surprise. “Here, let me help you.” “No, no, it’s alright. I got it…” “Don’t be silly,” I scolded softly. “This is too much to carry all at once.”

He was likely with Selene, toasting to their "victory." They had no idea what they’d just unleashed. I didn't save Lyra out of charity. I wasn't a savior. I was a predator just like them. But when I saw her in that alley—broken, bleeding, yet still trying to crawl away, I felt it. A pulse. Not a heartbeat, something else. Something ancient. Most omegas were static. They were soft, pliable, and designed to blend into the background. Lyra wasn't static. Even when she was weak, the air around her hummed with potential.

“A stray omega who got lost. It was all Vessa’s overreaction.” He entered the room, stopped in the middle of the room and turned. “Vessa says the young woman was rummaging through her things.” He scrutinized my face, searching for any inconsistencies in my words and their intended meaning. I kept my eyes locked with his and gave him nothing. “You are defending an omega,” he said. “I am clearing up an oversight,” I said. “She was here to deliver laundry, but somehow she wandered into the wrong wing. And that is all there is to it.”

And you are not going to entertain his offern not even for a second'' Ember's face flushed and she felt a syrge of defiance rise up. ''And who are you to dictate what i can and can't do, Lucas?'' she asked, her voice firm. Lucas's expression turned even darker, and he takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. ''Thorne, the alpha of the blood moon pack. You think he is just a cgarming stranger, don't you?, Ember?. He's got a reputaion for manipulating people to get what he wants''

Another figure emerged—a woman, sharp-eyed, lean, radiating a quiet kind of dominance. "You’re not rogue," she mused, tilting her head. "But you’re not pack either." Selene exhaled, measuring their stance, their posture, the way they watched her with both wariness and curiosity. These weren’t ordinary wolves. And she wasn’t an ordinary Omega anymore. "I’m looking for strength," Selene murmured, her voice unwavering. The man smirked, crossing his arms. "Strength can be earned." Selene tilted her head. "Then tell me what I need to do."

’ I was now married to not just any man, but a Made man, a dangerously handsome man, a soon-to-be Bratva. It felt all too wrong, but I had to live with it. There was nothing I could do about it. “Thank you.” I returned her smile with the same enthusiasm. “Lead her to my room.” Vincenzo ordered and my head whipped in his direction. A Made man never cracks a joke and Vincenzo wouldn’t be the first. To ease the tension warming up in the form of a pool in my stomach, I had counted his earlier words as a joke.

'He's forcing me into heat. Omegas submit unwillingly to any Alphas when they're in heat. He wants me to do the same. I squirmed as hard as I could, fighting as if my life is on the line. But he was too strong. My knees started to buckle as I trembled in pleasure. I couldn't fight it off anymore, especially when the scent of cappuccino was growing stronger. I closed my eyes as tears started to fall off them. But I got pulled roughly as David flew a few distances. I was drowning in the overwhelming smell of cinnamon, nutmeg, and cappuccino. It's intoxicating. I can't breathe.

I opened the door to find a woman wearing a purple dress and was accompanied by someone. "Who are you supposed to be and what are you doing here?" She pushed me and entered the house and I was so tempted to just leave this house and never come back. The collar on my neck still stands and I can’t open it. A collar is a mark of ownership, especially for an omega. When an omega wears a collar that usually means that they belong or are claimed by someone. There was a sharp decline in the population of omegas in the recent decade. That’s why the government revised the laws and eliminated some of them which weren’t in favour of the omegas.

They will help Nu to be the gatekeeper when the food level is high. 15. Omicron (the advisor/psychologist/teacher). Omicron is the advisor to the younger werewolves, and they usually help Theta and Iota when they have patients with psychological cases. When there is no psychological patient they should handle, they will teach the young/teen werewolf and pup. 16. Pi (Omicron’s helper). Pi is the young or new advisor, psychologist, and teacher under Omicron’s supervision. 17. Rho (the artisan). Rho is the one who is responsible for creating weapons, tools, and clothes.