The Alpha Female In Omega's Skin Novels & Stories

But before she could act further, a deep, menacing growl rumbled through the air, vibrating like a thunderous warning. The wolf she had hurled had regained its footing swiftly, and it wasn’t alone. Two more wolves emerged by its side, their eyes glinting with predatory intent. They recognized Amani—the Alpha who had invaded their territory, the formidable leader fiercely defending the two vulnerable omegas. To them, her dedication to these omegas presented a glaring opportunity, a vulnerability they were eager to exploit.

They hold a very bad weapon for Alphas and that is their beauty and body, if an Alpha has low self-control then everything will be mess when one omega lingered in her heat period. But, this woman in front of me is recessive omega and she manage to secret her true gender but how? How can she hide it for long time? “Don’t just stand there and sit down, tell me what is it what you want to talk.” This attitude really not suite to omega, even I will think she is beta if I never smell her sweet scent the first time we met. “Maybe, about the contract?” “No, this is not about the contract. The contract we signed is already good as it is.” I said sighed. “I just want to know if you have relationship

She never imagined being in a situation like that, and she never wants a repeat. “Don’t even think about it, bitch.” Alayasia’s startled by those words and looks up. She forgot that she wasn’t alone in the room. The Omega is sitting up in the bed in her naked glory. She’s an attractive woman, for sure. Her blonde hair is falling around her shoulders. She has perky breasts and a fit body. She definitely doesn’t go without meals, and it shows. If Alayasia cared enough, she’d find herself very intimidated by the Omega’s body alone. “The Alpha is mine. You are a minor distraction, and you need to stay that way.” Alayasia rolls her eyes and scrambles to her feet.

My eyes went to them. Two C-class alphas and a female omega. Her black mini skirt was bunched up somewhere around her belly, panties pooled around her left ankle, thighs encased in black fishnet stockings, ass milky and curved. Her boobs were outside, top discarded. The female omega was bent over a table, one leg hanging mid air, while one of the C-class alphas pounded into her from behind, wet and sloppy, no condom. The alphas trouser and pants was equally pooled around his ankles, sweat dripping down his back. Once in a while, he would slap her ass and squeeze her boobs.

“But I am… not beautiful. If not for the mating bond, you would have never bothered with me.” What is she talking about? Does she ever look in the mirror? She is the most beautiful female I have ever seen. With her ever-green eyes and plump lips that are made for kissing…. But what always makes my heart race are her freckles. Those damn freckles…. I put the camera next to me and pull her into my lap. She stiffens for a moment, and I hate that instead of being loved, she has been abused. I never understood why Alphas think that Omegas are weak just because they are not physically strong. Omegas can be very fierce if they have to be. Once, I saw an Omega protecting her pups from a feral rogue.

But, all her attempts seemed like a wolfhound to that alpha who wouldn't back down an inch, he growled and she froze. Her skin froze and turned pale, even her shaking stopped. The smell of zeal enveloped her again, suffocating her. Her eyes filled with tears at the helplessness of not being able to defend herself. She hated being so weak, she hated being an omega. Hades licked his lips again, ecstatic and left his teeth and fangs in view, grasping the edge of the neck, tearing it to gain better access to the skin and bringing his lips to the nape of the neck, licking the skin that had lost all warmth.

“B-But… Why me? I am just an omega.” Alpha Jake glanced at Mara, sensing her uncertainty and the weight of the situation upon her shoulders. He spoke with a calm and reassuring tone, "Mara, in the eyes of the moon goddess, the status of an omega, beta, or alpha doesn't define one's worthiness. The moon goddess's choice is not based on societal ranks or hierarchies within the pack. It's about a deeper connection, a bond that goes beyond what we can see on the surface."

The first was a female and she barely knew her that much since she's married to her mate. The second oldest was Cyrus, who stays in the alpha's household ever since he got his mate. Yeah, he is soon to be the next beta of their pack though. And the least oldest. Alexander. He has nothing to write home about, that is in Petal's point of view. Just like their father, he bully and picked on her, making everything more difficult for her. He cares less about her existence and make her do his work, watching his friends pick on her and turn her into a laughing stock, forgetting the fact that they are siblings.

But seeing this omega, who shares the female Alpha’s face, in all her glory, begging to be touched by the Alpha King, he can’t help but imagine that she really is the female Alpha. Landry ran his fingers across her beautiful bare skin. Her skin was light and nearly shined under the intense white rays of the moon. She reminded him of a porcelain doll with how flawless her skin was. He strokes the cure of her breasts, flicking at her nipples causing her body to jolt and wiggle excitedly in his arms. Her eyes fluttered open as his fingers lurked around her stomach and she whispered, “please…” He knew exactly what she wanted. He traveled his hand lower until they were between her waiting thighs.

Her throat felt tight, her skin prickling with the weight of his disdain. “I’m sorry, Alpha,” she murmured, lowering her gaze. She could feel Lynx stirring within her, a low growl rumbling from deep within her wolf’s chest, but she forced herself to remain still, to keep her defiance hidden beneath a mask of submission. She was too weak to fight back, too low in rank, too broken to ever hope for anything else. She was an omega—nothing more, nothing less. Rhett’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he turned away, his expression hardening into a mask of indifference. "Remember your place," he said, his voice a cold, cutting whisper that left her heart aching with a pain she couldn