Ortensia Oswald Novels & Stories

she paused, her tongue flicking briefly across her lower lip, "...more aware." I stiffened, my fingers curling tightly around my coffee mug. "I'm sorry to disappoint," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. Lena chuckled, the sound like velvet but somehow cold. "Oh, I wouldn't say I'm disappointed. Just... intrigued." She leaned closer, her scent washing over me—something expensive and floral, but with an underlying sharpness that made my nose wrinkle. "An omega who doesn't know she's an omega. It's fascinating, really."

I look pointedly at Johnathan. "I am sorry" he walks away with teary eyes and head held down. I understand him, he loved this girl like his own after he lost his wife and daughter. She doesn't deserve a father like him. "I wouldn't have done this to another girl. But the way you tried to sabotage Thea's life, I don't even feel sorry about this" with that Orphelia pours a chemical on to her head which makes the girl cry in pain. That liquid will make her bald. The hair on her head, eyebrows, lashes where ever it touches, it will kill the hair follicles making her look a little weird without eyebrows and eyelashes or hair on her head.

Miss Clarkson began, “Because the last three days without you two have been bliss. Cato, get to the front now. You’ve already wasted enough of my time this year. And Elias, get your feet off the table.” I begrudgingly grabbed my textbook and pen. “Football at lunch?” I asked Elias as he dragged his feet off the desk. He gave me another awkward smile, “Whatever you want to do.” The lesson was tedious. I sat next to a girl named Eleonora. She was a Stella wolf, but fortunately, she had no interest in sucking up to me. That was the only redeeming factor. Apart from that, she was a sour, stiff teacher’s pet with a severe lack of humour.

Who Is this beauty. the lady askedhands on her hips as she took a small step back“ osirya found herself being sized up by the woman speaking to nate, who reminded her so much of her mom. Turning to her Nate said this beuty is osariya she is physio therapist and doctor and will be responsible for getting me back to 100% nate said osariya this is miss thomas. head of my staff here and also my chef when I’m home.. yeah yeah she laughed as Osariya found herself being bear hugged bags in hand and all. just call me Mathilda darling. And we will make your stay here as comfortable and pleasant as can be .

“I know who all of you are, Luna Ashleigh Blackwood, Beta Daniel Richmond, and Gamma Eric Stephans. You are all a long way from home.” “May we please discuss a few things, Alpha?” I ask, moving a little closer. I could only assume this woman is Narissa. Alpha Narissa, and from what Ollie told me, she’s the one who knows things. Things that could possibly help us. He didn’t ask for help, but I hope she will still say yes. Narissa sighs then her eyes glaze over, probably letting her pack members know they have new guests. As she does, the three wolves standing off to the side in a protective stance slowly move back and disappear into the night.

I say when they all look at me. “The war, the witches, the war with the wolves, the impending wars to come. That is why you were born. You are the priestesses’ last living relative.” Odessa tells me and I don’t know what to make of all of this. “So, like Jadara, I am a pawn?” I ask, my voice cracking, and Odessa nods her head. “I’m sorry Rosa. You are stronger than you know. I know you feel it. You are the link to the light. Don’t you find it strange how an orphaned wolf was drawn to the Goddess of Hell?” she asks, and now that she mentions it, I am curious.

He said this and smiled at Adom. Adom just wanted to hug him. He was way too good for this world. He felt the tension and his nerves leave his body, and he laughed lightly. He could breathe again. “I'm so lucky to have you around. I had a reason not to tell anyone. Uhm. I'm an omega."Adom continued. “and? Is that a bad thing? I think omegas are the strongest gender there is.” Jack said, scooted closer to Adom, and put his hand on his shoulder.

More respect than I think either of us expected. “Young Kingston,” a man offers his hand. “You have more support than you realize.” Adam shakes the hand and nods. “We are so pleased to have you here, even for a short visit,” Another old female says, shaking Adam’s hand. “I thought you were demoted?” I say as we take our seats. “I was,” he says. “All rise for his most honorable King Augustus the third of the Werebeasts,” a Harold called, and we did, of course, stand.

Right? He shook my hand and a deep voice came out of his mouth. He might be intimidating, but he also looked like a damn model. Were all werewolves extra beautiful? I felt like a fucking midget next to him. I really hoped April couldn’t read my mind. I called her Alpha fucking beautiful. “Hi Cyrus, I am Osiris. I wanted to make sure you won’t share what you see here today. We’re making an exception for you. For April’s sake.”