Segel Omega Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chapter 102 “You know, I always had a feeling there was something weird and fishy about you," Selene said, ignoring how Talia looked like she was about to have a seizure from the gravity of the shock. "You claimed to be Sage Storm, the son of a beta, but you were so weak even an Omega would feel powerful compared to you and after my research, it turns out you actually are an Omega!” Selene began to advance towards her with a triumphant smile spreading across her face.

“Using OCS data, I’ve been able to create an algorithm that can guess with 85% certainty the escape route an omega will take. I’ve been trying to get OCS to use, but, you know, they don’t think betas are as good as alphas” Mattel ignored the beta’s flippant complaint. “Show me” He demanded. The Agent pulled up a map of South America. “Where did your omega say he was?” the man asked. “Porte Alegre. Brazil” Mattel’s response was clipped. The agent typed in a bunch of coordinated into the computer, immediately three paths light up.

Either way, I can't seem to get enough of her scent, the feel of her skin, and her incomparable beauty that has me fucking hard the first time I laid eyes on her. That's right. I had it hard on our very first meeting in that history class, but she didn't know who I was to her yet. Thick, milky thighs, long, wavy platinum blonde hair cascading from her shoulders down her tiny waist, and a deliciously luscious body on top of that. But when the professor intoduced her as an omega, what fucking pissed me off was the fact that Selene had actually been foolish enough to bond me with an omega. The cursed werewolves in our kind. And she had to make her so fucking irresistible, too.

One of them was Joren, who happened to be too lean, with a countenance that showed one who was very scared. Another was Elira, who I learned was the elder of them all, with silver streaks in her almost dark hair. Then there was the last, Callen, very quiet and collected, but with broad shoulders. They were all Omegas, each and every one of them. They were my people. My kind. I stiffened upon seeing them. “You shouldn't have come out here together. If anyone happens to see…”

It was his beta, Bella. Cyrus let out a sinister chuckle. “Leverage.” He said, “Her bloodline makes her the prize, the one true heir to the Heliotrope’s throne. She is the key to securing alliances and destroying all the possible future threats that might appear. She is our key to power, Bella. With her being here, we'll have everything we can possibly wish for.” The sound of my name rang repeatedly in my head, as the fresh breath of air slapped across my face.

I'll find it later," I mutter. First, I need to unpack. Maybe meet whoever I'm stuck living with for the semester. Hopefully she's quiet, because I don't feel like socializing right now. Or ever, really. Omega housing is exactly what it sounds like: omegas packed together like an over-scented sorority. The mated ones get suites with their packs. The rest of us? We get crammed into what's left. The ones without marks. The ones without a place. The ones nobody wants.

"You need to calm down." "Thorne pulled his alliance," I said without turning around. "That's twenty percent of our military support gone because my ex-wife apparently has powers that shouldn't exist." Selene walked inside and closed the door behind her. She wore a white silk robe, her blonde hair loose around her shoulders. Her hand rested on her stomach the way it always did now. "He's exaggerating," Selene said as she lowered herself onto the couch. "She's an omega. She can't even shift properly."

Eloise took the opportunity to tighten her grip on him, her presence gentle yet oppressive. "I warned you, Nigel… Omegas can be dangerous if they know how to use their pheromones. It's their only weapon."