Opal X Greg Novels & Stories

Carrie warned in a serious voice. He dragged the tip of his nose on the exposed skin of her back, taking in the scent of his Omega. Greg’s mouth watered. “Don’t move,” he whispered in her ear, grinning when he felt her shiver. The Omega was staring daggers at him through the mirror. “Alpha, no!” She said as if reprimanding a child. That only motivated Greg. He scented her, catching only a faint smell of her usual fragrance. For a second, Greg thought she wasn’t affected by his smell, but then, he spotted her dusting powder on the vanity and realized what was up.

Garette warned. "Wait, wait!" This was Atty. Hector, the the least playboy now among them, but most sarcastic of the trio. "We have a bet going in the group chat. Paolo thinks you’re currently lecturing her on the pre-nuptial disclosure clauses. Greg thinks you’re already crying because you realized you have to share your closet. I’m the only optimist—I think you’re now a human being." "He’s not being a human," Paolo interjected loudly. "I bet a bottle of 50-year-old Macallan that he’s already checked his email three times since the 'I dos.'"

“I will become Luna. I will be queen. And no one, no one will ruin my plans. Greg hold me” Greg moved his hand on her breasts and started squishing them as she moved faster, chasing hers and Greg's release. They both exploded and went for another round of their impassionate activity. *****

Lucianne linked Christian, ‘Help Greg!’ Christian seemed hesitant before his queen’s order came out fiercer in her weakened voice, ‘Help Greg Claw, Your Grace. That’s an order.’ He nodded in compliance and left to join the effort to stop Xandar, shifting on the way. Xandar punched Greg to the ground before landing two merciless blows on his face and abdomen. He then held Greg by his neck with one hand and lifted him off the ground. His fingers were slowly tightening, and Greg’s dazed animal began losing air.

Her whole life collapsing was more than just a misfortune, it was the apocalypse of the Crescents. She clenched her fists at her side as she tried to pretend to be ignorant. Merrick simply nodded and Ophelia couldn’t blame him for his ignorance. After all, all of Glaham was ignorant up till a while. “Then Luke is he alright?” Ophelia felt her heart sink to her knees. Did he mean Luke? Her brother Luke? “Luke?” Everett quoted, trying to recall the name. “It’s Alpha Gregor’s youngest son,” Oswald said to his father.

His physical prowess is undeniable, each movement precise and powerful, compelling in its efficiency. Oscar and I square off once more, my mind clearer this time. I channel my observations of Greg’s demonstration into our practice. The sequence feels more natural now, my movements fluid as I feint, then duck under Oscar’s arm. With a swift motion, I bring him to the ground. My knee finds its place between his shoulder blades, pressing down with controlled force. "Better, Xander. Keep that control," Greg remarks, his stopwatch in hand as he moves to the next pair. I nod, feeling a surge of pride from his praise.

Gregory says while trying to stay calm. “I have never claimed anyone before. When Maggie came home and showed me the photos of Ophelia and told me all about her, I felt an overwhelming urge to claim her for myself. So I went onto the chat that the guys use for the claiming, and I put a picture of Ophelia up and stated she was mine. The guys had no choice but to wait. I had no idea that she was a virgin or anything. Yesterday didn’t go the way I wanted at all. I got angry with myself and with her for being so innocent. I just exploded. I never wanted to hurt her.” I can’t look at them due to all the shame I feel. I almost wish a hole would open up and swallow me.

Thаt was juѕt the reaction I needed to give me thе соnfіdеnсе to gо оutѕіdе аnd fіnd Grеg. Greg wаѕ mу ѕtерdаd’ѕ best friend аnd I’d had a crush оn hіm fоr аѕ long as I соuld rеmеmbеr. Hе wаѕ tall аnd gооd lооkіng, with a muѕсulаr physique аnd bоуіѕh gооd looks -- еvеn thоugh hе wаѕ іn hіѕ еаrlу forties, juѕt like mу ѕtерdаd.

Sasha was not following. Greg sighed audibly, like he was getting frustrated of having to explain something so simple and obvious. He sipped on his drink to calm himself before saying, “That’s a problem because that King cousin of mine chose to be a goody-two-shoes with the Blackfurs, and made that Blackfur cousin of his second-in-command.” Greg drowned his drink before slamming the glass back on the table with force. It was a miracle that the glass didn’t break.

I heard from Greg that Caleb’s back in town. Ah. So that was it. I mustered a light laugh, trying to shake it off. “New York is his hometown. He’s going to come back at some point.” Tyler stepped in, his sneakers booming against the shiny floor. “Right, but Greg said he saw you two at the gallery opening last night.” His eyes narrowed a fraction, studying me. “Guess he didn’t waste any time reconnecting with you.” There it was, an edge in his voice. It wasn’t a nice catch-up after all, and I could feel the worry pouring off him.