Transformers Animated Omega Supreme Novels & Stories

“Never tell anyone that you're Liam's mate!” Only that? “Simple instruction.” I answer, brushing it off. He watches me, probably waiting for a reaction, but too bad for him, he isn't getting any. I'm used to this kind of treatment anyway. After all, I'm an Omega, the lowest of the werewolf ranks ever! He gets off first and I follow after him and we both walk towards the backdoor as Trevor starts explaining to me all sorts of things.

Draven had become the most ruthless Alpha in Silvercrest City—a cold, iron-fisted leader who showed no mercy. Liam had renounced his position as the Rage River Pack's heir and spent his days lost in regret. But none of that had anything to do with me anymore. In my lab, my assistant was reporting the latest data. "Doctor, the third phase trials for the Omega gene stabilization sequence were a success!" "Good," I nodded. "Prepare for clinical trials." Outside my window was the Valeriana skyline, a sea of glittering lights. I had lived here for three years.

I managed to say, though my hands had found their way to his shoulders, gripping the torn fabric of his shirt. "No. It’s more than that." Julian pulled back just enough to look me in the eye. "When you dropped the dampener earlier... something shifted. My wolf didn't just find you; it recognized you. Elara, an Omega rejection is supposed to be final. But you didn't just survive. You evolved. Your 'Silent' gene... it didn't kill the bond. It hid it. It masked it from the Council, from the Pack... even from me."

Krell lay in the dirt, completely unconscious and broken. The Suprema stood over him, her purple eyes slowly scanning the room. The silence was absolute. “Look at her,” Seraphina whispered, her voice full of wonder. Beta Mason was the first to move. He didn't say a word. He took three slow, measured steps forward, his eyes locked on the Suprema. Then, with a series of quick, rhythmic cracks, he shifted into his grey wolf form. He didn't growl. He didn't snarl. He lowered his head until his snout touched the dirt.

Despite the fact that we had omegas in the past, my dad made sure that we do not mistreat them in any manner but Ciara's case is quite different. To say i was shocked when i heard it was an understatement, i could feel it to ,no matter what her rank does not just drop, her wolf is quite strong i guess, that is why i use my alpha voice on her each time, sometimes her human submit but her wolf, she just keeps saying things that annoys my wolf, which makes him angry and give the human punishment. Lucas was so angry with the question but i mindlinked him to be calm because he was starting to emit his beta energy which might serve as threat to the other pack leaders there.

My voice boomed, echoing with fury and desperation. "T-The Beta... B-Beta Marcus," the omega stammered, choking on her sobs, "he ordered the Luna to be punished... o-one hundred lashes... with the silver whip... f-for being a traitor." The words barely left her mouth before she crumpled to the floor, weeping in agony. But I didn’t hear the rest I didn’t need to. My eyes glowed a dangerous crimson, bloodlust washing over me like a tidal wave. My transformation was nearly complete fangs bared, claws extended, saliva dripping from my jaws as a deep growl vibrated through my chest.

Every time a foreign diplomat stepped within three feet of her perimeter, my jaw would lock into a rigid line of granite, my apex aura swelling into a freezing, hostile cloud that forced them to instantly back away. "Look at him," Alpha Vance muttered from the shadows of the balcony, his pine-and-copper scent laced with a sudden, calculating malice as he watched me adjust the heavy wool cloak around Veda’s shoulders. "The Supreme Warlord is bleeding his dominance just to keep a single omega warm. He’s soft." "He isn't soft, Vance," Supreme Judge Cecile whispered back, his raspy voice thin with a sudden, intense curiosity. "He’s obsessed. And an obsessed Alpha can be routed if you find the wi

The bird flapped, then soared into the sky. I stumbled back, my chest tight. “What… what just happened?” My voice shook. Karen’s eyes narrowed slightly. She stepped closer, her presence steady, protective. “Only powerful wolves can heal like that,” she said gently. “And you, child… you are supposed to be an Omega.” Her calm tone steadied me, but her words pierced. “That’s impossible,” I whispered. My hands trembled as I stared at them. “If only strong wolves can do that, then what am I?”

Elara said as she threw her hands in the air. The entire pack had gotten the news through the supreme leader’s spokesman, and now everyone wanted to congratulate her with gifts. “Thank you, everyone.” She placed her hands on her cheeks as they all cheered on. I took off my suit and rolled up the sleeves of my T-shirt as I walked into the living room. The chief took the initiative to collect my coat and inquire about some sensitive things. “My Alpha, what will happen to the Omega?” He asked softly. It didn’t sound offensive to me, nor did it make me feel the need to give him the killer gaze.

" I yelled angrily, shaking my hand in a gesture of frustration. The Supreme Alpha remained impassive to my reaction, waiting for me to enter the room. Still stunned, I decided to explore the space that somehow was connected to his mother; I could still smell her in that room. Inside the room, I found photographs of Lily and some clothes she had left behind. A wave of mixed emotions engulfed me as I examined the belongings left by my mother. "My mother lived here? She was also..." I hesitated, unable to complete the question. The Supreme Alpha finished the sentence calmly: "A werewolf? Yes, just like you are! But your mother was an Omega." I furrowed my brow, confused. "What is an Omega?" "W