The Omega And The Arrogant Alpha Novels & Stories

She almost fell but regained her balance as the two of us squared up, toe to toe, holding each other's fierce gaze. Jasper’s gaze was sharp with challenge. “Do you know who you’re talking to?" He asked. "Do you know the person who stands before you?" I scoffed. "Even if you're a goddamn Alpha, I don't give two cents about you." He beat his chest repeatedly, and said. I’m an Alpha.” I didn’t move. “And?” “And you might just be a mere omega,” he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. “Yet you have the audacity to stand up to an Alpha like me?”

“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."

But instead of accepting it—he rejected the bond without words. His expression hardened into disdain. Ice replaced instinct. Power replaced connection. His silence was a blow sharper than Darian’s rejection. Darian cleared his throat loudly. “As agreed, Alpha Aric, this omega—” “Omega?” Aric cut in, voice flat, cold. “She looks like she’s been starved.” Heat flushed across my cheeks. Darian stiffened a fraction, but his fake smile returned. “She is fragile, but she will serve her purpose.” Purpose.

The murmurs started up the second I turned my back. ⸻ I hadn’t made it halfway down the hall before their voices reached me — low, sharp whispers that carried far too easily through the stone passageway. “…never seen anything like it. She just walks in here, acting like she belongs—” “—and he moves her into his rooms, like she’s some kind of queen.” A derisive laugh. “Please. She’s a wolfless omega. We all know what that means.” “Maybe we do,” another voice hissed, “but the Alpha clearly doesn’t. Did you see the way he looked at her? Like she put some spell on him.”

"Me." “No,” Wren says. "Wren." "No." She grabs my wrist. Hard. Her grip is stronger than it has any right to be. "You don't get to walk out there and be a martyr. I won't allow it." "I'm not a martyr. I'm an Alpha." "You're mine,” Wren says. The words hit like a punch. She doesn't look away. Heat rolls off her, not fever this time. Conviction. The bond roars, and Torn goes completely, ominously quiet.

"It's the truest one I've got." I study him across the small distance he's kept the whole time, this stranger who broke his own arrival procession, defied a knock from his own feast hall, and is standing in the middle of his room refusing to come near me even though I can see, plainly, how much it costs him not to. I've spent ten years learning exactly what Alphas want from Omegas, and none of it looks like this. "You said you wouldn't touch me," I say slowly. "Unless I asked."

Riven sagged against the rock face, one hand still locked around Kai’s wrist as if the contact alone could keep him conscious. Kai looked down at the force still climbing and felt the first true cold of the night settle into his bones. These were not the same middlemen who had worked with the old rivals. These moved like wolves who had done this exact extraction before—claimed Omegas, living cargo, contracts that outlasted individual Alphas. One of them, a broad-shouldered Alpha with a pale scar across the mouth, called up from halfway up the cleft. “Blackthorn. You’re finished. Hand over the Omega and the rest of your wolves walk. Refuse and we take him from your cooling body and leave the

and then it was time to admit, "we are werewolves." Upon hearing that, Logan covered his lips in shock. He could see right through the absurdity of it all. A tail, snout, and sharp teeth, and his ultra-acute hearing. Outside of animals, who could possess a tail? It took him a few minutes to come out of this shock. Rae waited for a few seconds before he continued. "There is a caste difference between your mother and I. I am the alpha while Ava is an omega." "Like the wolves, the alpha?" Afterwards, the youngster recalled the bedtime stories I had read to him. Stories about werewolves, in which the dominant character was always the strongest and occasionally the most vicious. It all seemed to

Beta Dominic replied. "I fail to understand why this omega, who isn't even a member of this pack, is of any concern to you," Jared growled. "I speak for Crystal Blood and Onyx Fang when I say that we will tolerate no one disrespecting another wolf, regardless of rank. If this is going to be an ongoing problem, then we will cut ties now. As for her not being a pack member, Daunte will want an explanation as to why. We have a strict policy against having rogues as servants," Beta Dominic replied.

Chapter 15: Two Moons Entwined Chris read through the result slip a couple of times, thinking he had mistaken the word “Alpha” as “Omega”. Nevertheless, no matter how many times he read it, the word “Alpha” was clearly stated there. For whatever unknown reasons, Chris was not satisfied with the result and he was denying the fact Nathan was an Alpha. Before this, he was certain his best friend was an Alpha and he did not mind it. However, after talking to his mother and listening to her thoroughly, Nathan’s description fitted more to be an Omega rather than an Alpha. Nonetheless, a heavy-seed Omega — the rarest of the rare.