Overwatch Fanfiction Crossover Romane & Geschichten

Arlo I lay curled on the oversized sectional. The penthouse felt more like a cage than a home. The air conditioner hummed uselessly against the fever burning under my skin. My second differentiation had ruined everything. It ripped away my Alpha status and left me an Omega at the mercy of these brutal heats. Sweat soaked through my thin t-shirt. Every shift of fabric felt like sandpaper. The cramps twisted deep in my gut, worse than usual tonight. I hated this. I hated feeling vulnerable. Most of all, I hated that the one person who could ease the pain was the same bastard I couldn’t stand.

"Apparently, his wolf is into ugly, broken outcasts. With the terrible makeup and scars I wear to hide my face, I look far from a prize, but the giant keeps sneaking his arms around my waist, stealing marks from my lips, whispering dark things in my ear... Honestly? I am convinced the supreme Alpha has a few screws loose in his skull." Before Adah's phone can buzz with a reply, Seth’s smooth, deep voice cuts through the quiet cabin, dripping with pure teasing malice. "Omega, I noticed your little device snapping secret pictures of my face, and your eyes are looking at my neck like I am the main kill of the night. Who exactly are you sharing my scent profile with, huh?" As the last word leave

“So you’d dream of me.” He winks and starts walking away with the rest of my pillows. When he reaches the door, he stops, his hand resting on the doorknob. “If you do kiss another man, pray I never find out about it.” “Are you going to stalk me, Crosswalk?” He shrugs. “In that case, I’ll kiss every man in my pack just to prove to you that you don’t own me.” “I don’t own you. Neither do those men. But… you’re carrying my child.”

“Haven’t you guys noticed how much time Maverick’s spending in the psycho’s room? He’s a wolf. He can heal perfectly fine on his own. It’s not crazy to assume something’s going on between him and the intern.” “Don’t be silly, Cassandra! Odessa’s an omega. Maverick can’t date her,” Britney said. I frowned. I hadn’t paid that much attention to Odessa to notice. I avoided her. I walked passed her like she didn’t exist. That’s how my life should be. She couldn’t be dating the Alpha, could she? That’s crazy talk. Britney’s right. This is totally ridiculous. He doesn’t spend that much time in there,” Rune said.

Her hands started shaking as she turned the last page. A legal draft appeared at the bottom. Her father's private lawyer. Her name was written clearly in the document. "Successor to McCracken Holdings". The realization slammed into her. So the auction.The marriage. Damien. None of it had been coincidence. “He knew,"she whispered. In a night club, Damien’s phone buzzed sharply. He glanced down. The screen displayed a notification. STUDY MOTION ALERT.. Damien immediately opened the security feed. The image appeared.

Or were just being delusional as usual? I asked, revelling in pissing her off. She deserved nothing less for kidnapping. "Think what you want, Cruz, I don't care. Micah is mine and I am going to be his Luna." I chuckled. This was too much. I had to be dreaming, in some kind of daze or something. I wasn't sure I had ever seen a more desperate situation in my entire life. Kidnapping your exes ex to force your ex to marry you has to be something out of a Tyler Perry movie.

Oceanna looked at Hunter in confusion. “What do you mean, what did I do to you?” Oceanna, asked as Hunter touched her cheek. It was cold to the touch and his warm hands warmed her entire body and suddenly she wasn’t feeling so weak and breathless anymore. But she was still confused about what he was talking. “Why do I feel like I need to be near you. Why are you taking over my mind? I can barely think, can barely breath, I feel like there is a hand squeezing my heart and yet now I don’t feel anything, so what did you do to me?” Hunter said, his lips were so close he smell her scent but the scent of her strawberry lip gloss. Her breath was making Hunter delirious. His body was on fire and the

The lock trembles, the arch cracking, but Veyra’s blade slashes, her aura a black star, and the sanctum’s light dims, rifts surging. Aelys’s twin-star eyes meet mine, her voice resolute. “Mother, I’ll finish this.” The lock holds, the sanctum sealed, and Veyra escapes, her laugh echoing—The Overveil rises. Seris and Kael close in, their factions clashing, and new rifts roar, their void a cosmic storm, the Overveil’s gaze burning.

I was amazed that she could shift her paws alone, but her shifting entirely was something new. She’s not meant to do that. Her father stripped her title; she’s an Omega, but she fights like an Alpha. We watch, waiting for Dagen to rip her throat out. Only he doesn’t. I see the way his wolf stills, the flash in his eyes. “Oh, this is interesting,” Maddox chuckles and leans back. “His wolf has an obsession.” It does, and for some reason, it’s Veyra. That is going to cause some fun conversations later when he returns to the room to observe the others.

She seems to be anxiously babbling but I can’t fight back my smile at seeing her flustered. “Easy there little wolf. You were amazing but I think we should head inside and maybe cover our tracks while we’re at it.” Ash says sounding much more like the mature second hand he is meant to be. He wraps an arm around Willow’s shoulders and leads her back in the direction of where we’re staying. “That was…” “Dangerous.” Tate says finishing my sentence before I can. Although I hadn’t planned on saying that exactly. “She’s an omega. The one my dad has been looking for.” He says.