Romans & histoires The Omega And The Arrogant Alpha

He was lying flat on his back without a pillow, while I stood several feet beyond a mattress that was as high as my waist. He suddenly lifted his head, our eyes met, and this made me stand perfectly still, forgetting to breathe. Even with the gag dividing his face, I noticed that he was handsome. Broad cheekbones, a hawk-like nose, and a sharply squared jaw that thrust out because of the gag. This is not a rogue or an Omega. I ain't mistaken. Arrogance is a trait that can only be found in an Alpha. Arrogance in an Omega would get his back whipped until blood spurted out.

Matthias Delacroix. I knew immediately that he was the Alpha. His presence filled the room, demanding attention without needing to speak. His dark hair was neatly combed, his sharp, icy eyes assessing me with quiet intensity. He didn’t have the same reckless arrogance Cassius had—no, his dominance was something else entirely. "Alpha," Kieran greeted with a slight nod. "This is Lorien. The omega I told you about." Matthias leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable as he studied me. The silence stretched, pressing heavily against my chest.

Henry*** Dean’s voice sliced through the night, dripping with scorn. "The omega wants to play Alpha," he drawled, his smirk sharp enough to cut. The crowd of wolves parted around us, forming a wide circle. Their movements were almost synchronized, as if compelled by an unspoken force. Shadows flickered under the dim moonlight, their eyes glowing with a mixture of curiosity and dread. Whispers rippled through the ranks, barely audible over the low growls of those in wolf form. The tension was palpable, an electric charge in the air that seemed to grow with every breath.

Without caring for the consequences of my actions, I pushed her away from me with all the strength I had, and scrambled to my feet, wiping furiously at my mouth. “What’s wrong with you?!” I roared, anger quickly transforming to rage. “That was sexual assault, Annalise!” But Annalise wasn’t looking at my face. Instead, her eyes were directly in line with my crotch. “You’re not hard,” she whispered. “How are you not hard? Everyone gets hard because of me! You’re an Alpha, I’m an Omega. You’re supposed to get hard for me!” “Get out of my house!” I screamed before I could do something like hit her, as I was sorely tempted to. “Get the fuck out!”

I shivered and felt tears welling up, scared of what might happen to me like the rumored girls. Suddenly, the door burst open. The calm room turned tense, prompting me to stagger to my feet without hesitation. His presence drew closer. “Well. Well. Well… Look what we have here.” Those fingers, like iron claws, found their way to my face, cupping my cheeks with a grip that felt suffocating. “You. Look. So. Sexy,” he breathed. “What is your name, Omega?” he asked, his tone icy and scary. All I could do was quiver my lips, and I bet he took that as offensive.

Funny how fell omegas can treat you with such respect as long as you hide behind a powerful alpha. I force a smile, getting down, but he’s quick to offer his hand. “May I?” “No one touches what’s mine, Pup,” Archie growls, pulling him away. One second, it’s the dark-haired omega standing; the next, it’s Archie who has a murderous look on his face. He gives me his hand, and I hesitantly stare at it. “Now, Leona,” he growls, and I press my lips together before taking it.

It wasn't a question. Her gaze traveled over Nova with the precision of someone who missed nothing. "That does explain the whispers." "The Omega wing is losing its mind," she continued. "Half think you're cursed. The other half think you're here to seduce the Alpha." Nova sighed, already very well aware. "I... I wouldn't even know how to seduce anyone." Elle grinned. "You don't need instructions. Men are remarkably uncoordinated. Especially when a girl walks in looking like a half-starved moon goddess."

Miyamura ends up asking Sorahiko to get him a cup of coffee. Cowardly. He knows. He just needed a break— He needed to clear his head. That was too much at once. ‘That alphas are at the top, betas are below, and omegas are at the bottom’. ‘An omega like me cannot disrespect a dominant alpha like you’. ‘What I do know is that there is nothing you would tell me to do that I could refuse’.

For one terrifying heartbeat, I thought my baby’s future ended before it even began. But then something inside me snapped. Fear bled into fury. “You don’t scare me,” I lied through my teeth, even though my hands trembled. “You think because you walk in here with your mafia-wolf bullshit and your stupid icy eyes that I’m supposed to just roll over? Newsflash, Alpha. I don’t bow.” His smirk returned, wider this time, but cruel. “Brave little Omega. Tell me, are you always this mouthy, or is it the hormones?”

“Unbelievable. This has never happened in the history of Ravenholt Academy. What were your intentions when coming here? Do you realize the punishment for this crime?” I gulped and lowered my gaze to the ground. Mother had feared me being executed if I was caught, but father was adamant that I'd simply be sent away because of his influence as an alpha. “I…I used a really bad perfume.” I lied once again. “I'm an alpha.” The inspectors only seemed to get more infuriated. They weren't dumb to believe that. Every werewolf, especially an alpha, knew what omega pheromones do to their senses. “Do you take us as fools?” Inspector Elias flared up. He motioned towards two hefty boys and they moved forw