The Alpha Female In Omega's Skin Novels & Stories

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.”

Except three wolves in my immediate eyeline are still frowning at nothing. I walk back to the pack house. I think about: before a storm. I think about Kael in the service corridor saying wrong question. I think about the Gamma who checked twice. I think about the mated female's hand going to her mark. My scent does not smell like an Omega.

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.

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.

I let it happen. From the north, a cry pierced the quiet. Not a scream, not fear, but a challenge. A female omega, once silent, once bent beneath her Alpha’s command, stepped forward in the public square. Her eyes glowed faintly, silver light threading beneath her lashes, illuminating every scar that had once told a story of submission. She raised her chin, and the air around her shifted like a living thing, crackling with energy that had been dormant for centuries. Her Alpha tried to reach for her, commanding, demanding. She laughed, and the sound was sharp, impossible to ignore. The bond between them snapped. Like glass breaking, but louder, an echo that rolled across the city, through val

” said Brianna coldly, staring hard at him. There’s something different with the Omega’s aura, and Jack swears that he has never seen an Omega have this kind of dominant aura. It is usually owned by an Alpha who wants to show that they have powers. “And secondly, don't you dare call me a cheap slut! I may be a lowly omega, but I. Am. Not. a. Slut. I. m. not. cheap. neither!" *Meanwhile, at another place* PRANG! “DAMN IT!” scream an Alpha as he grabs his head, mourning into pain.