Shattered Omega 소설 & 이야기

But then, Dominik spoke and if I had thought my heart had been shattered before, it hot pounded into powder when I heard him. “Leave it Sorcha, the omega is not worth it.”

he asked, his voice breaking in pretence. I didn't know what to say. I knew the truth and I couldn't let him get away with this, not when he was going to ruin my life. "Malcolm you…" "Enough!!!" The pack's adviser. Roberts yelled. "No more word from you treacherous woman. Not only did you try to sell the pack out. You're also carrying a bastard child. Alpha she should be executed this minute and you have to pass the judgement even though she's your daughter. She's not fit to live!" She stated in a firm voice and I could only cry uncontrollably.

It seemed as though the world had twisted itself around me, trapping me in this nightmare that I couldn't escape. Being an omega had never felt like a blessing, but here, in this twisted reality with Colton, it felt like nothing but a curse. A fate that had bound me to a world of suffering, pain, and degradation. I hated being omega—hated the helplessness that came with it, hated how it made me vulnerable to the whims of cruel men who saw me as nothing more than a possession. A toy to play with, a thing to use, that’s all I had ever been to anyone who crossed my path.

I asked, "don't even talk about that shit! You're gonna get yourselves killed." "Fuck off," Sydney said as she did her best to glare at me. It wasn't exactly scary given that she was soaked with tears, "at least we're not just rolling over and accepting this shit! You all make me sick! How can you just let them walk all over you? Omegas are supposed to be protected! This isn't right!" "We make you sick," I quirked my brow at her, trying hard to suppress the brewing anger that was flooding my stomach.

A crown of radiance that declared to the world: this omega had faced gods and survived. Then the final crack came. The Moon shattered. Completely. The sky screamed in silver and black. The chamber shook so violently that dust fell from the high ceilings. The priests cried out. Wolves howled. Nobles staggered. A child screamed somewhere near the edge. And in the middle of it all… she rested. Calm. Defiant. Legendary. The bond between us burned brighter than the shattered sky. And I realized, with a clarity that terrified me… this was only the beginning.

I'm an Omega. "But I'm an Omega"

She begins to climb the stairs as she answers me, “Omega is a ranking within wolf shifter packs. It is the lowest rank of wolves. Most packs have an abundance of lower ranking wolves, omegas being the most prolific. They tend to be the worker bees. Landscapers, housekeepers, child care givers, teachers, nurses, and doctors; professions like that who are all about care and repetition, emotional empathy, encouragement and care. They have huge hearts, and it is in theirs’s and their wolves’ natures to be attentive and nurturing to the other pack members. “Omegas are the backbone of most packs, creating most of our workforce. They thrive on being needed and they really do love their work. But th

He didn’t let out even the deepest emotion. “I can’t let a weakling like you be my Luna. To keep it clear to you, the one who is going to be my Luna is none other than my one and only Barbra Baker, the strongest lady in the pack," he let out, shoving my hand once more and moving towards my sworn enemy, Barbra. Barbra and I have never had anything in common since we met, and we were always in a surge of anger upon meeting each other. Her power level was far greater than anything I had ever had. I was just a weak omega that no one wanted. What else? I became a homeroom teacher for the little ones while she became a model and a fierce hunter.

"Let's give him that space." The meal ended, and I stood, my heart heavy yet my expression composed. Damon's gaze met mine, concern etched in his features. "Are you okay, my lady?" A smirk played on my lips, a mask to hide the turmoil within. "Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, turning away to seek the solitude of my room. I shrugged off the pretty dress and stepped into my training kit, the fabric hugging my body like a second skin. Training was my escape, the one thing that could distract me from the pain, even if just for a while. I marveled at my own strength, how in just a few weeks of training, I had become formidable, capable of taking on five warrior wolves single-handedly. It was a feat th

"Alright, Omega, you first. Drink." The omega’s eyes widened, darting between the cups and the faces of the rogues. He looked terrified. He reached for a cup with a shaking hand, his fingers brushing against the cold earthenware. He hesitated, then, with a gulp, lifted it to his lips and drank deeply. His face contorted for a fleeting moment, then relaxed. "Well?" the brute demanded. The omega coughed, a dry, raspy sound. "It's… it tastes awful. But… I don't feel anything yet. No pain, though."