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her mate added before he reached out to my chin and lifted my head, allowing me to see the terrifying glow of his eyes, "Or else I'll order someone to kill your worthless parents. Do you understand?" "My family had more than enough, but I am afraid I cannot lend you a single cent, Danica. You are one of the omegas with the lowest rank. There's no way you can pay me back even for the rest of your life." One of my female close friends shut the door of her room, leaving me hopeless. "I regretted becoming one of your friends, Danica." Sharlene, one of my closest friends uttered. "Because you keep on approaching me, humans and werewolves around us also thought I am like you. Stay as far away from

I was drowning in it, caught in a feverish heat I couldn't control—a scent that was terrifying, suffocating, and infuriatingly seductive. I hated him. I hated myself. And more than anything, I hated the karma that left me powerless against him simply because I was born an Omega. My fists balled tight as the raw, suffocating frustration finally snapped something inside me. My pride refused to take this sitting down. Throwing caution to the wind, I opened the floodgates and let my own pheromones surge out into the room. The moment my scent hit the air, his head snapped up and our eyes locked.

He started with Alpha and gave a vivid description of how they are, oblivious that Harold's father was one and all things being normal, he was meant to be ascend the position next. When he was done talking on Alphas, he talked a little on the characteristics an Alpha's wife, a Luna, was meant to possess. When he was done, he spoke on the Betas and spent another fifteen minutes talking on Deltas. By the time he reached subtopic ‘Omega’, the class was almost entirely over. He then went on to talk on a wolf which they all possessed before the class came to an end. “What is it like being the pup of an Alpha?” Chloe asked as she and Harold walked out of the classroom.

"Especially not ones that have such heavy emotional ties. I just want to be left in peace. I've finally found someone who doesn't look at me like I'm a freak because I'm a tom omega. I never thought I'd find that outside of my homeland. Do you know how many toms I had to cast a memory charm on so that they forgot what they saw when we fucked? How many times I rutted a no-fur to try to pretend I was normal?" "Lexi will love you no less as the God of Chaos. Your Innehavre bond is strong. He will be by your side. And if you wish you can still operate from your bar. You don't have to have wild orgies to rule Chaos. Unless you want to."

He smiled gently at her then patted her face, “Good Girl, you did well.” Emma's eyes lit up at being praised and her pussy which had settled began throbbing again. She looked at him like he was her forever and Grayson enjoyed it. He smiled and leaned down to capture her lips. He sucked her lips and swept his tongue in her mouth tasting his cum. He suddenly stood up and with his hand still on her hair, he moved the chair to the back and then moved the books to the side and some of them fell on the ground. Emma looked at him dazedly as he turned her around to face the table and then pressed her upper body on it. She gasp when her boobs pressed on the cold table. Then she felt the air on her bu

Being an Alpha is boring, I just wish I could hand this title to someone else. At least when that filthy Omega, what was her name, aaaah… Cynthia… no… Susan… it doesn't sound like it, whatever, at least I had fun treating her like a punching bag. I bet she is dead and rotten in a ditch somewhere. I am sure she didn't manage to escape after all she was the weakest of us all. I can even say weakest of all the Omegas, not forgetting ugliest. I can't deny that the first days it was somehow hard for me, but I got used to not seeing her around. What I missed most was her cooking, it was always amazing. But I was also happy that no one could ever know that we were fated mates. I cursed the goddess

Feeling my body tremble with both anger and sorrow. "Every one of those poor little guys died.... How could anyone do that? How could anyone treat their own mate like that? What the hell kind of book was that, that there were pictures like that in there? Who would take pictures of them in that condition just to stick them in a damn book?" I asked. "It's an educational book for doctors. They were educational pictures to show doctors what severely neglected omegas in heat looked like." I sat there staring at the book that was laying on the ground for a few moments until we heard a loud thump come from the bedroom where our own sweet little Omega is sleeping.

And that would have been more embarrassing. I pick up the binder and open it. They list the omegas with their pictures and talents. With little add-ons like ‘Mina says she likes taking it down her throat’, which they swear are from the omegas in the footnotes. He’s not wrong to call it a catalogue. The omegas are listed like pieces of meat with talents. And all their eyes are dead, with soulless smiles adorning their faces. My stomach churns. I am not blind to what this is.

"She left it to me. She told me to give it to you when the time was right. It is the key to everything." Her fingers trembled as she took it from him. Lira Mooncrest's journal. The whispers of the moon, the myths of the Omegaverse. "There's a message for you on the first page," Darius told her. "A warning, from one Omega to another.". Rhea opened the journal, reading over the smooth, elegant script of her mother's hand. The letters were a bitter, biting reality, a portent of what was to come. "My sweet Rhea," it read. "The mate bond is a beautiful deception. The alphas will ensnare you. The pack will break you. To be an Omega true, you must kill the part of yourself that starves for their af

I am not trying to ignore my readers and just wanted you all to know I appreciate the likes, comments and reviews and each of you for reading my book. There was one commenter who commented a few times about being irate over male prgnancies in this book. If you are reading this far, you have most likely figured out, I love pushing limits and boundaries and at one time I would have felt much the same as said reader. Here's the thing...Omegaverse novels are a thing. I will never write a non-shifter m-preg story. It feels all wrong. I was reading one and gave up because it just didn't feel right, but it wasn't just that they weren't shifters. It was that in many Omegaverse stories, such as the o