The Hunt For Omega Novels & Stories

He could feel the hot sticky liquid seeping out of his hole. Zen was able to get word out of his mouth. "S-Sir, please pull out.." Sevastian didn't listen as continues to fuck him. Oh God, when will this alpha in rut end? He thought that one round was enough to subside his rut. But it turns out he underestimated the lust of a supreme level alpha. "Zen... even though you're merely an alpha, inside definitely feels like of an omega's." "Don't worry, I'll turn you into one soon." Zen closes his eyes as Mr. Claude trusts faster. What is with alphas and their obsession with mating with omegas.

he reminded him. "It can be revived if I can get an omega" Haynes explained further. "Which you were unable to find after searching many communities of werewolves for years. Or are you planning to send me to the werewolves so that I could get bitten and become a 'floater' like you?" Sergeanti laughed hysterically. He had discovered his plans. Haynes was a very dubious dishonest and wicked wizard. "No, you don't need to go and search for any werewolves because an omega is lurking in Greenford right now" Haynes ascertained.

“We didn’t come to question you on that.” “Oh, I see,” I uttered, wondering why they where here then. That’s when they revealed their true mission to my mansion. “We want to know why the Omega with a wolf and her friend didn’t join the damsels in this second hunt. Why were they excluded?” On hearing that, my hand went tight on my throne! They are here for that rat? What is all this nonsense?! “We saw them sitting among the crowds last night and it didn’t feel right.” “If I recall correctly, the people said every maiden except Fiona, must take part in this hunt so we can see who truly deserves to be Alpha Allen’s Luna, but both ladies are not present.”

I stay still, counting his breaths, waiting for the moment his hand moves away from my throat. They are getting comfortable. They think the hunt is over and the prize is won. That is their first mistake. "Are you going to be a good little Omega for us?"

They didn't know she was trying to stop the urge from ripping their throats apart. Delaney notices many other shabbily clad hostages being dragged out of their cells as they make their way into the filthy hallway. She also discovered that the slaves were werewolves, not humans, after inhaling their scent. They were omegas. Omega wolves are the weakest of the wolf species, whose strength is compared to that of a human. The only difference is their super-hearing abilities, sense of smell and a few other things. They strolled aimlessly as if they had been subjected to a series of torments. Their eyes had darkened for a long time, replaced by pessimism and defeat.

He scowls at my response, and it makes me laugh even more. Oh right, how could I possibly forget about our deal? The deal that I knew from the very beginning could not work out. I mean, who would have thought that the great omega hunter, Kassius Boyce, has an omega daughter? Karma really is a bitch. For years, he had hunted and killed many omegas, but just three years ago, his wife had birthed the very creature he had been hunting down for decades. And the most unfortunate thing about it all is that he loved her more than anything.

"We apologize for the intrusion." Callan's voice was a frosty whisper, barely audible but cutting. "State your business." The beta swallowed hard, clearly unnerved. "We’re searching for a runaway omega. Our Alpha has ordered all territories to be searched." Hazel’s heart stopped. Her pulse pounded in her ears, and she felt her legs go weak. She couldn’t breathe for a moment. Callan’s face remained a mask of neutrality. "An omega?" His voice was distant, almost indifferent. The beta nodded quickly. "Yes, sir. Female, early twenties. Auburn hair, green eyes." His gaze flicked toward Hazel, and she instinctively took a step back, her heart racing. "About her height and build, actually."

This Bianca of a lady is not breeding any of my puppies in any way, shape, or form. The end of the flashback...................................... Kill her............... Kill her............... The chanting of the voices distracted me from the ideas that were going through my head. I addressed Alpha Clifford before continuing. I wanted to know whether it was possible for us to have a one-on-one conversation. We eventually found ourselves inside... I responded by stating, "I want the omega as part of our deal." It would be an understatement to say that Clifford was taken aback by the information. "What? Why?" was the question he asked.

“You’re not an omega, child.” “Yes, I am.” “No, you’re not. You were meant to only appear as one.” “What do you mean by that?” I asked. “Like I said earlier, supernatural, but has to use people to do its will. Neither Lunara nor Solara can meet their objectives without using people.” “So…?” “So they choose who to possess, whose body to take over. You’re not an omega, Rhea. You were only supposed to look and act like one as a disguise. If you appeared powerful, you would have given yourself away and Solara would have killed you a long time ago.”

At this point, it felt like I was obsessed and I had no control whatsoever over myself. I closed my eyes to rest and calm down when a call came in. I brought out my phone from my pocket. Call: Orion – one of my best warriors. I answered. “Lucien,” Orion said fast. “We have a situation.” My whole body tensed. “What kind?” “We picked up a trail... Pheromone-heavy...Fresh.” “Where?” “Near the girl...the Omega. It's the rogues. They’re hunting her...tracing her scent towards the hospital where her teammate took her to.”