Omniverse Gwen Novels & Stories

One of the omegas asked in disdain. Gwen turned to them. "Because I like her, and not just that, but, because she has done nothing wrong to deserve all these hate from you all," she said, and continued. "She is not pompous, she's friendly, she's beautiful, she tries to stay in her boundaries, where as, as the Luna she's entitled to so many things, and including the right to have your heads delivered on a platter of gold to her if she will it be!" Gwen said in exclamation, as she ticked off the things she said with her fingers. "She's an omega!" The omega said again, her voice raised.

"Damaged?" "No, we're not damaged. We're just different. Our alpha never subjugated us. He was fair and caring. Arthur is calulating. He gives everything a place and they're not allowed to step out of the box he creates for his pack members. Gwen came after you because she was given an order and she fulfilled it just as you did when you killed Danica," "But Gwen wasn't a warhead," "No, but she was his beta. One of the many. The alpha's orders are followed whether want to follow them or not,"

Gwen flipped her blonde hair, staring at the guards in disbelief. "A misunderstanding? You're the ones who've totally misunderstood. Look at this fat pig? Do you think she looks like Luna material? You even placed her in the front row like she's someone important. This woman was the Whitecrest Pack's slave. She worked as our omega and was the lowest of the lowest. How dare she sit in the front row like she's someone important? Everyone, this woman doesn't deserve to be in this place. She's not even a real Luna!" Gwen yelled. Everyone's eyes were on us, and they whispered among themselves.

All of her energy goes into keeping him safe and ensuring that he doesn’t feel any of our pain. In truth, I would have rejected Richie and left already, but I realized quickly that Gwen is a cruel Luna. She’s not only mean, but she’s derogatory to the omegas and the sprites, especially the sprites that are wolf hybrids. She won’t say anything in front of me, but I’ve caught her a couple of times. So, I stay to protect them. This morning, I finish my run early. I cut it short because I couldn’t handle the pain of the bruises. I’m holding my side as I walk into the packhouse.

Gwen had considered calling Dominic, but she didn’t want to disturb him at work, so she changed her mind. To ease her anxiety, she decided to take a long bath. The scent of aromatherapy helped clear her mind and improve her mood. After a long soak, she finished bathing and got dressed. Feeling refreshed, Gwen applied light makeup, wanting to look her best that evening. When she stepped out of her room, she noticed Dominic entering Mr. Charles’s room. Curious, Gwen quietly followed him and peeked through the slightly ajar door. “Not every company is interested in partnering with us,” Dominic reported.

she says warmly. Sage grimaces; everyone here is only reminding him that he is nothing but an omega whose pride has been stripped from him, humiliated like a piece of garbage. Sage is counting his grievances because he is certainly going to make them pay for the torment when he gets out of here. He narrows his eyes. “And you are?” “Gwen,” she smiles, offering a graceful nod. “My father is part of the elder council. I just wanted to see for myself the Omega who survived our Alpha.”

Now, they can only watch as Gwen would start her journey as a recognized, rising AI engineer in Rexam. “Thank you for coming to support us,” Brian said, standing beside Gwen, proud. He should be, because she was introducing the world’s very first universal AI translator and coordinator. She called it OmniSync Core. Brian put his arm around Gwen, adding, “She’s been working really hard on this software.” “I’m sure she’ll get the recognition she deserves,” Logan Redford, Brian’s best friend, said with a smile. He winked at Gwen, adding, “I bet OmniSync Core will be better than NOBRI.”

Gwen sauntered into the omega's mansion, a place that had been her home since she stepped in Black Fur Pack. Though, she rarely saw any of the Omegas at home, apart from the training field. Their dream to become like Onyx was higher than she thought and they nearly forgot their omega duties.

Gwen grumbled, shoving the golden comb into the bottom drawer of her wardrobe, burying it under a pile of discarded odds and ends. Unbeknownst to Gwen, the golden comb began to emit a soft, shimmering glow amidst Hans's old junk—a glowing mark of an unfinished bond of ownership.

“There! You have some fluids.” Gwen threw her head back and laughed but at the same time, shook her head, “That’s not enough. Hold on, I have an idea.” She went over to his wardrobe, opened the middle drawer, and dug around before she pulled out a tube of an intimate gel. She held it up triumphantly. “If we put enough of this on, he would wake up feeling all sticky and gross.”