Omni Man's Books Novels & Stories

This book is dedicated to Bukade—my awesome friend who's helped me very very much in the creation of this book, and Favour Edem, too—my first love, for taking her time to explain stuffs about Werewolves, and Vamps, and Witches to me. For all those looking into my book, Omega, which by the way is entering the ‘Mate the Alpha’ contest, I am quite optimistic that this book will be worth your time and you will enjoy every bit of it. ❤️

Or too stupid to use it,” Cassidy added. I still didn't answer them, instead I focused on kneading the dough, despite the ache in my hands. Suddenly, the bowl of flour beside me was knocked over, spilling on the table and floor. “Oops,” Cassidy grinned after pushing the flour to the ground. “You’ll have to clean that up. Don’t screw it up, or we’ll tell the kitchen mistress you wasted supplies.” Still, I didn’t speak, instead I reached for a rag. “See?” Cassidy said loudly. “This is why Omegas exist. To clean up after their betters.”

Feeling my body tremble with both anger and sorrow. "Every one of those poor little guys died.... How could anyone do that? How could anyone treat their own mate like that? What the hell kind of book was that, that there were pictures like that in there? Who would take pictures of them in that condition just to stick them in a damn book?" I asked. "It's an educational book for doctors. They were educational pictures to show doctors what severely neglected omegas in heat looked like." I sat there staring at the book that was laying on the ground for a few moments until we heard a loud thump come from the bedroom where our own sweet little Omega is sleeping.

And that would have been more embarrassing. I pick up the binder and open it. They list the omegas with their pictures and talents. With little add-ons like ‘Mina says she likes taking it down her throat’, which they swear are from the omegas in the footnotes. He’s not wrong to call it a catalogue. The omegas are listed like pieces of meat with talents. And all their eyes are dead, with soulless smiles adorning their faces. My stomach churns. I am not blind to what this is.

"My father didn't approve of educating omegas, but he couldn't deny me books without seeming cruel." Dominic's expression darkened slightly. "Alpha Richard. I've heard he was... traditional in his views." "Traditional is one word for it." I pulled a book from the shelf… a collection of old pack histories. "He believed omegas were meant to serve and nothing more. That we were weak by nature and purpose." "Yet here you stand, having saved hundreds of lives." Dominic took the book, studying the cover. "I'd say you've thoroughly disproven his theory."

His eyes red and wet from tears making me feel like a total heel for making him cry. “I hope that after I tell you a story…. That you will understand why I did what I did.” He says as I look down at the book noticing for the first time the detail that is on its cover. It is of two wolves laying on a grassy knoll. One’s head laying on the back of the others neck as they both stare at the full moon. For some reason it brings a sense of peace to me. My body relaxes as I take a deep breath. “I’m ready to listen.” I say laying my hand over top of his that is on the book. A frizzier of power zaps into the palm of my hand making me gasp and pull it away quickly. “Yes, it is time to tell you everyth

The rest of the women would rather act as though I had killed a puppy instead of behaving normally. I was tired of having to stress myself over being perfect. "I appreciate the gesture but surprisingly can't see beyond the caveat." I whispered, His eyes sparkled with mischief. "You're a smart one, are you sure you're truly an omega?" "Perhaps?" I joked. "Good to hear. I always knew that." He winked, thrusting the books into my hand. "Take a good look at this and try to see what you can find. It would be horrible if someone else manages to do everything in here. They might end up being queen."

I would own them. My eyes fall on the picture of a young girl. My temper bubbles inside me and I push a few more pages around and find out she is the Omega that Zante came home smelling of. The slut Omega that fucked one of his managers to try and get the job and maybe at Zante himself. My claws extended briefly reaching for her picture.

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.

What matters is that the DaWolf Empire is destined to fall. And I will be the scythe. I wonder when it all began to crumble… Perhaps the moment the old king, Leonard DaWolf, threw open the court doors to the impure. When he let omegas speak on councils, gave a voice to those who should have remained silent. When he traded the alpha’s roar for empty promises of equality. Equality. The sweetest lie ever told.