Vergil The Alpha And The Omega Novels & Stories

It couldn’t be. She thought she had won. That she could strip me of my will, break me like a disobedient pup, and leave me crawling at her feet. But she didn’t understand. I was Helios Blackridge. The Alpha. The ruler. And no woman, no omega, was going to change that. I had played along. Let her have her moment of dominance, let her believe she had tamed me. But that was a mistake on her part. She had let me close. Close enough to make her lower her guard.

I waited. Alpha Verne spoke first. He was the oldest, white-haired, sharp-eyed, bearing of someone who had been making difficult decisions for decades and had stopped finding them difficult. He looked at me directly and said: ‘What does an Omega-born Luna bring to the Veal Kingdom that a noble-born could not?’ The room tightened. I felt Jasper shift slightly beside me. I put my hand on his arm before he could speak. I looked at Alpha Verne steadily.

In Lalisa’s world now, there were only the burning touches and intoxicating scents of the three Alphas. The flames of desire had been lit under the cool rain, and it seemed they would soon burn everything to ashes… starting with the little Omega who was trembling in the middle of a circle of three hungry predators.

“You didn’t look surprised. Not by the Goddess. Not by the tri-bond. Not even by Kael.” Slowly, Alpha Thane turned to face me. Up close, I could see the lines carved into his face—marks of battles fought long before I was born, grief etched so deeply it had become part of him. His eyes, so like mine, searched my face as if weighing how much truth I could bear. “I hoped I was wrong,” he said finally. My wolf surged, ears flattening. Tell us. “There are stories,” he continued, lowering his voice. “Old ones. Buried deliberately. About a convergence. A vessel born omega not to be ruled, but to rule balance itself.”

I do appreciate being called smart, but …, “Could we drop the referring to me as a kid, I am a grown man, and an Alpha. I am not sure how much I can help, but I am willing to try.” I smile tentatively at Typhon, hoping he will accept the olive branch I have just offered, but all he does is to plant his hands on his hips in a most irritating manner and say, “What the hell do we do now ?” When the woman doesn’t answer I take advantage of the temporary silence and look at her, “Who are you?” Then I look at the rogue King, “And is his name Typhon or Cerberus, cause I am confused?” “I am Fire Moon, I’m a fighter,” The woman says, glancing at her Alpha, “His real name is Typhon, Cerberus is his wo

That was the first time he called my name since we first met so I figured he was serious but I didn't care because he was starting to piss me off. "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you? You've been acting like this since we left school." I yelled and we just kept yelling back and forth. "Like what?" "I don't know, you've just been in a horrible mood." "Well, I'm sorry if my best friend was in trouble and I couldn't be there for him but some alpha that you just met helped you." "A beta can't satisfy an omega's heat." Akito gasped, making me register what I had just said, I looked at Daichi and he had that same hurt expression on his face that he had at the door.

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

The boy whispered, he had lost his voice, but the Alpha seemed to understand. “My name is Sebastian; do you remember who you are?” The Alpha asked, there was genuine concern on his face pale face, which was absolutely surprising. The Omega was really confused now, was an Alpha really asking him something with such gentleness? He didn’t know anything and his exhausted body and mind were already struggling to maintain consciousness, nevertheless he still answered in one last audible whisper; “My name is Aspen.”

Veronica's eyes widened and she shivered, she had seen wolves before, but never this one - he looked bigger, more corpulent and his black fur shone as if it had just been shined. -Sheila never imagined that one day she would be run over by the son who claimed to love her more than anything, and for that to happen, God she didn't even want to imagine that it could be what she was thinking would happen. -Are you all right?" asked Veronica as she helped her up from the ground with Soraia's support. -What happened to Augustus?- asked Soraia as Sheila stood up, sore from the thud. -Augusto is about to become an Alpha- she said.

The omega pushed it open, gaze landing on Xavier seated at a table, flipping trough a file with a stern, composed stare. He barely registered the others in the room as he grinned. "Xavier..." the omega whispered, eyelids growing heavy. This drew the alpha's attention and he rose from his seat, the chair scraping behind him as he stood. "Sweetheart?" he called, approaching him. "I wanted to see you," Vernon said, voice trembling from relief and pain. He grasped the alpha's hand, eyes closing. "I ruined your car..." the omega murmured before the world went dark. **************