Romans & histoires The Alpha Female In Omega's Skin

Luna peeked cautiously into Valerian’s office, her breath catching. She couldn’t bring herself to step inside—not when he was flooding the room with pheromones so potent they made her skin prickle. She had to stay away; if he sensed her reaction, he’d figure out she was an omega, not the beta she’d pretended to be.

Murmurs erupted like wildfire in the crowd. Their curious eyes roamed the slaves, and a few frowned on them while many Alphas had their eyes set on the omega females. A decade. That’s how long it had been since anyone laid eyes on a true female omega. Now, dozens walked in chains, wounded, silent, and in their prime. Ripe, pristine, and dangerously beautiful. A primal hunger sparked behind some of the Alpha's eyes. Their stares slithered like snakes across Freya's warriors. One Alpha couldn’t resist. He leaned to another, chuckling under his breath. “Prime little sluts.”

She's applying it. He hits her left side. She doesn't go down. He hits her again. She doesn't go down. Something happens in the room. The quality of the silence changes — not louder, more dense. Sixty-three wolves recalibrating what they thought they were watching. Third sequence. He drives her back toward the circle's edge. She should be done. By every metric she should be done — three hits landed clean, Omega rank, no formal combat training until eight days ago. She should be done.

He seemed like he had just walked out of a work out session due to the sweat on his body that gave his even-toned skin a better glow, and the tank top he was wearing showed off the dangerous-looking tattoos that ran from his neck to his chest and arms. I didn’t realize he was speaking until his golden eyes locked with my blue ones, taking a quick scan of my body from head to toe. “Who’s she? I didn’t realize you were bringing a woman along.” A smirk formed on his lips and I felt myself do an internal backflip at how hot it made him seem. “She’s the omega.” Alpha Keegan replied, locking his hands behind his back. “Oh, she’s the one from the party people were talking about?” The corner of his

He hisses, grabbing his face as he winces. “Fucking Alphas,” I grit out. “You dogs, can’t you see you’re choking her with your damn pheromones?” I turn to the girl, crouching slightly. “What were you thinking, following an Alpha in rut? He's clearly gone mad.” She responds with a sob, scrambling to gather her clothes before rushing out of the bathroom. How could Omegas be so reckless? She's not even in heat, yet she's offering herself as a sacrifice to a monster.

I wasn’t the one who said that, I was still thinking alike with his wolf, our actions mirroring each other. “Hmm” Chris moaned as I groped his plum, flushed, tits…the skin around had turned red, not from me groping it but probably because it was exposed to the cold. Alpha has thick fur but omegas are susceptible to cold because their fur is lighter. “You like this Chris? How does it feel to be a female having her bosoms groped, how do you feel when you have your nipples teased?” I whispered in his ear, nibbling on them softly. “I…I love it” His response had my body reacting almost immediately, I want to have him…but I have to hold back, I thought.

"How's your little hole going to take your alpha, huh?" "I'll take you…I-I'll take all of you, alpha! I'm a good omega." I hummed against her neck. As my fingers worked in her tight cunt my eyes took in the omega in my hands. Her soft skin was a slight shade of pink from our activities. She reminded me of a ripe peach. Looking absolutely delicious. Her lips were red and swollen, cheeks and eyelashes glistening with tears, while her dark brown hair was a beautiful mess.

Franco says, clearly at the edge of his patience. “Just shut up.” Kash growls at him, and I glance up at Zedkiel. He crosses his arms, looking so handsome that all I want is to be in his arms. “Turn.” He commands. My heart thunders, and I slowly turn my back to them all. Silence follows, and I hear a whistle from Kash, with a few sharp intakes of breaths. “It is now complete…” Alpha Ambrose says quietly. “How is this possible… she-she is an omega, not a Lycan! How-” Philip murmurs.

And after that, we would let her go since the Alpha had no plan of taking anyone as his Luna. But why did we end up with a wolfless female? That fucking means she wouldn’t get pregnant. And I doubt if Alpha Stone was not aware she didn’t have a wolf. I was sure he could smell her being wolfless and yet he bought her. "What’s wrong if I don’t have a wolf?" The Omega asked, and she sounded scared. But I didn’t have time to reply when the Alpha’s voice rang in my head. 'Motherfucker, I told you to look at me!' He was growling, and I felt the color drain from my whole body the moment my head tilted to look at the middle of the arena.

His gaze stopped at the figures face down on the small wooden cupboard. “Who is she?” Alpha's purple eyes squinted when he saw a photo of a snow-skinned, beautiful woman holding a little wolf. It can be seen that the woman is a noble Omega, it is evident from the luxurious dress she wears. However, the Omega's smile looked forced. BRAK! Addy immediately put the photo to its original place when he heard the sound of the door being opened violently. From his pheromones, he already knew if it was Theodor.