The Omega’s Torment: A Quadruple Bond Novels & Stories

"B-b-be careful, okay? Don't risk your life doing something careless?" "I can't make any promises. Ladies." He bowed low, and then swaggered back into the woods. "Nicolette?" She was still staring in the direction he'd gone, unlacing and lacing her fingers. "Who was that man?" "My true mate," she said quietly. "What? But I thought you—" "I'm not his, though. Have you heard of Omega Syndrome?" It was a rare ailment of wolves in the lesser houses. A disease affecting the pack bond instinct, it severed the ties between true mates. One could go into their Calling and find their mate, only for them to be completely uninterested.

Warmth spread thick, coating my walls, the bond snapping finally between us. Rafael held out the longest, alpha pride, but my clenching hole broke him. He roared, his knot swelling to max as his cum erupted forcefully to claim every inch. “Mine. All mine.” His seed pushed deepest, mixing with the others, overflowing to drip down my thighs in creamy trails. We stayed locked like that, our breaths syncing, bodies pressed close as the knots held us tied. The bonds wove complete—Rafael's alpha pull, Aurelius's steady calm, Thorne's wild edge all merging with my omega core.

“Please, Jason—Alpha—need your knot. Need you to breed me deep. Fill me up—give me your pups, mark me so no one else can ever touch what’s yours.” He had flipped me onto my back then with effortless strength, silver eyes glowing molten as he sank into me in one slow, relentless thrust that stole my breath and made me sob with the perfect burn of it. “That’s my good girl. Take every inch. Take what’s yours—every thick, throbbing inch of your alpha’s cock.” The stretch had been exquisite fire, burning so perfectly I saw galaxies. When his knot began to swell—thick, burning, *perfect*—locking us together so deep I felt him in my soul, he had leaned down, teeth grazing my throat, and bitten. The

“Omega power when awakened this fully seeks balance and it seeks the wolves who can carry its weight and it seeks the bond that can hold it steady. But without a full bond to Alpha energy it can burn through the vessel that carries it and it can take more than the wolf who carries it has to give.” My mind caught on one word and I felt it settle into my chest like a stone that I could not lift. “Full and you mean that the bond that we carry is not enough and that the bond that has held us together since the night of the duel is not strong enough to carry the weight of what she has become.”

His face is buried in my neck, his hot breath smelling of musk. "Do it," Prime rumbles. A second later, I feel Prime expanding too. He is knotting in my ass. The pressure is deranged. It is a thick, heavy fullness that makes my vision go dark for a moment. I am locked to them. Even if the chains on my wrists broke right now, I would not fall. I am literally fused to them, my body forced to stretch around two massive, pulsating knots. "Please," I moan. The word is muffled, but they hear it. It is not a plea for them to stop. It is the greedy cry of an Omega who wants the heavy loads they are about to dump into her.

I gritted out, my voice cracking with emotion. His hand brushed against my chin, nudging my head so I looked at him. "You are far too strong and far too precious to be soul-tied to a boy like that. An omega is a wolf you protect, not one you torture and abuse and use for your own twisted gratification. He did not deserve you, omega or not," he growled, his voice firm.

And as his wife, that meant that I would be his luna, and when we made everything official, both our packs would come together. "Massimo," I begin, realizing that there was something very important that he didn’t know about me. "Are you sure about all of this? I know that I was insistent that you go along with me, but there’s something you need to know." "Need to know?" He repeats, cocking a pierced brow. "And what might that be?" "I’m…" I respond, but stop as the sting of embarrassment hits me. "I’m an omega." "Omega?" He hisses, his eyes growing wide. "How is that even possible? You’re the daughter of a mighty alpha, and you're the daughter of an alpha. You’ve got the purest of blood out t

“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.”

His eyes wide with terror. “No!” My younger voice cracks as I trash against the restraints. “Don't touch him!” My uncle doesn't even look at me “An alpha cannot have a heart, it is a weakness.” He says calmly. Elias adjusts the controls on the machine. “Male Omegas bonds are genetic anomalies.” Auriel’s voice booms. “They destabilize Alpha blooodlines.” My heart slams violently against my ribs. “You can't do this!” I roar, Fenir’s anger coming out of me.

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