The Alpha Female In Omega's Skin Novels & Stories

she shrieked, trying to roll over. "No," I told her firmly, reaching out and grasping her hair, twisting it in my fist, and yanking her head back. "This is what happens when you are a naughty little omega. I'm going to show you what it really means to be an alpha male. Maybe after I'm done with you, you will have learned your lesson."

Ross whispers to me. I turn to take a good look at her. She pretty, but small. It takes me only a second to realize she is an Omega. I look back at my cousin with a questioning look to see a scowl on his face. I turn back to her, and smile. “Hello Melissa. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I say quietly. “Hello Alpha. The pleasure is all mine.” She responds softly with a bow. I smile at her, and she tentatively smiles back. She moves away from us quickly. I turn back to my cousin with the same questioning look.

The next Alpha couldn’t show weakness. And yet, when she opened her eyes and looked at me—just looked—something inside me pulled tight. The bond snapped awake again, strong and alive. I felt her pain in my own chest. I almost stepped forward. Almost. Then she whispered, “No.” No. To me. The hall went silent, and every wolf stared, waiting for my reaction. My blood roared in my ears. No one ever said no to an Alpha. Not even a fainted omega who looked ready to fall apart.

Me: How did you even make it into the pack house without being noticed? Alpha Killian: I have my ways. I rolled my eyes. Me: That's not an answer. Alpha Killian: I know, but it sounds cooler than admitting that I bribed one of your Omegas. I chuckled. Me: Which one? Alpha Killian: Her hair looks something between brown and orange. Bigger than her head. I could not help myself. I burst out laughing. He was describing Zina. Me: That's Zina, and she's a ginger. She has full hair that we all admire.

That alone would be an insult to her. Who would have thought an alpha to become an omega? That had never happened before and Crinka wondered why her. She was the first female alpha. She can't also be the first alpha to become an omega. But it had happened, and there was no changing that. Omegas were treated like dirt in Bluestone pack. One had bravely voiced out his complaints, and what had Crinka done? She paid no heed to his complaints, increased his work in the packhouse and rendered him homeless. Now it was her turn. This was surely karma coming back at her.

“I would love to know more about you. What did you work with at Shadowfang? You must be truly exceptional to have caught the eye of the Alpha King.” There—a subtle, but sharp sting. I had to keep my smile from widening with satisfaction as I watched Elena shamefully look down. “I… I’ve always been just a regular Omega,” she confessed quietly, her cheeks turning red. “I used to cook and clean. That’s all.” “Well, that’s a very important role within a pack. I mean, someone has to do it, right?” I said, keeping the disdain off my voice. The back-handed praise still had to sound innocent enough.

That alone was what made me have second thoughts. I took cautious steps towards the Alpha Wolf while its eyes pinned me like a specimen. There was something about his look that unnerved me. It was as if he was seeing through me—seeing through my pretend façade that everything was going well with me. "Hi.” I squeaked, still making my way towards him. “I'm an Omega, and I can tell you are bleeding awfully. I can smell your blood, and I know you are having a hard time breathing. It's okay if you can't talk; you can nod or shake your head when I ask questions.” I lowered my gaze, and my eyes focused on the deep gash on his black hide, a little below his neck.

“Darling, I am an omega, and I don’t have flawless skin like yours. I guess it must be a supreme dominant thing. The rumors are true, after all.” I fidgeted in the armchair. “Yeah, it must be.” Not that I cared, but typical omegas looked different from the rest of the crowd. Everyone had specific features. Omegas were soft and beautiful. Alphas dominated the crowd with their muscular bossy and intolerable personalities. Betas stood at the back, not too soft or too buffed. They nestled on the borderline. Yet, they escaped the world of pheromones that plagued Alphas and Omegas. Lucky bastards.

That sound did things to me I didn’t know how to name. “…Can’t believe Alpha actually married her,” a voice slurred behind me. One of the young wolves, new to my circle. Choi, or maybe Park. Didn’t matter. “The Omega he hates the most.” I didn’t turn around. Not yet. That would be too easy. There was a pause—a rustle of glass on wood, the lazy shuffle of boots on expensive carpet. Then the other one, voice thick with lust and cruel curiosity: “But she’s so fucking beautiful. You should see her when she’s not crying, Min. All that soft skin—those lips. Like a doll. Or a saint you want to destroy.”

After a minute of catching her breath and examining her with cautious eyes she finally let out the question that was bothering her. Alpha opened his eyes and looked at her with his blank gaze making her almost believe that he hadn't minded her question and she in a split second started her emotional drama, "Alpha, aren't I enough for you? I am your Luna, everyone calls me your Luna, I am here to fulfill your every need, I can do anything she might be doing to make you so drawn to her. Let her go, my Alpha, I assure you, I will be a far better she wolf to you than that omega ever was." The moment she completed her banter, she was roughly pushed off his leg making her gasp out as she was throw