The Omega And The Arrogant Alpha Novels & Stories

” 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.

He’s so scary. The only thing I can do is look at my feet as many people begin to gather around us. “No, I knew you were coming and placed her in your way for your entertainment. You can kill her if you want since she’s filthy. Although I recommend having some fun with her first. As you can see, she’s an Omega. All the stories they say about Omegas are true. They are good in bed.” I see something flash through Alpha Rex’s eyes but it’s gone the next second. He scoffs.

Mine was still silent, probably as weak and useless as I was. "Well, if it isn't the Atwood charity case," Aria called out, pushing off the wall. Her lip curled in disgust. "Did you really think having those stepbrothers would save you?" I tried to walk past, keeping my head down, but two of her friends blocked my path. Their wolves' power pressed against me, making my knees weak. This was what I hated most about being an Omega - the way stronger wolves could make me submit without even touching me. "I asked you a question," Aria growled, grabbing my arm. Her nails dug into my skin, drawing blood. "Or are you too good to answer now that you're living with alphas?"

The gray-eyed man turned his attention toward me now. His gaze swept over me carefully, from my worn clothes to the bruises still fading along my arm. His expression darkened. “She’s an omega,” he said. “Yes.” “And wolfless.” Kael didn’t answer that part. The silence stretched. The man studied him carefully before speaking again. “Alpha… this doesn’t make sense.” Kael’s silver eyes flickered briefly toward me before returning to his Beta. “She crossed into our territory tonight,” he said. “By accident?” “No.”

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

“You don’t know a single thing about it.” “Alpha—” “You’re a fucking whore.” The word landed in my stomach like a stone. My cunt clenched around nothing. “Say it.” “I’m a whore—” “My whore.” “I’m your whore—” “Again.” “I’m your whore, Alpha—” “Good.” Crack. “And what else are you.” My brain had gone white. “I don’t—” “Think.” “Omega—” “My omega.” “Your omega, Alpha, yours, please—”

They were tall, broad-shouldered, postures aggressive — chests puffed, jaws set, radiating that heavy, suffocating presence that made my instincts scream at me to run. And in the center of them, standing his ground, was one Omega. The omega didn’t cower. He didn’t even step back, even for a little bit. His head was held high, eyes sharp and unyielding, shoulders squared so tightly you could see the tension even from where we stood. He was small in stature compared to them, but he burned with a kind of fierce, unyielding intensity that made the air around him feel charged. This wasn’t just any Omega. This was a dominant one. And he was furious.

Jax whispered huskily against her ear, a dangerous, thrilling smirk returning to his face as his amber eyes flashed back to the fierce Alpha he truly was, “let’s go show Commander Vane and his fancy ocean council what happens when they interrupt a werewolf Alpha’s wedding night.” Ava laughed, a bright, fearless sound that echoed through the pine trees. She stood up alongside him, her hands igniting with brilliant, crackling golden energy that was stronger and brighter than ever before. The royal bloodline inside her was fully awakened, fueled not by fear or duty, but by pure, unadulterated love. Hand in hand, the Alpha and his newly engaged Luna turned away from the quiet sanctuary and stepp

With me. I remembered leaning back in my chair, staring at the screen for a long time. Alex Sterling. The sharp, confident young Alpha who had once nearly cost me a major deal with his aggressive tactics. He was proud and confident. Now reduced to an Omega in the middle of his first brutal heat; desperate and vulnerable. A dark, possessive feeling had stirred in my chest that night. I told myself it was strategic. A chance to weaken a rival family. A powerful alliance through biology rather than contracts. But the truth ran deeper. When they finally brought him into the mansion and his scent hit me; sweet, distressed, and perfectly matched to mine; something primal woke up. I knew then that

He was calculating, intelligent, and arrogant; but cautious, especially to this extreme, was completely out of character. “You teased me earlier about us having sex, knowing you couldn’t, jerk. Also, why would you think I wouldn’t slick for you? I’ve wanted to belong to you, in whatever capacity you’d have me, for as long as I can remember,” the omega’s admission was whispered but clear and without his usual bumbling. The alpha dragged in a deep breath, and the warmth exuding off him in waves as well as in his scent had Azrin wanting to coo, but they still needed to talk, and he didn’t want to detract from their conversation.