Novel & Cerita Vergil The Alpha And The Omega

“Then, what are you uneasy about like this? We love each other, isn't that more than enough. Do you believe me if I am happy if I live with you? If you don't believe me, then I will promise to always accept you, accompanying you in difficult or happy circumstances. Whatever our circumstances will be, I still love you because you are my Alpha.” The beautiful Omega smiled heartily with her hands stretched out, stroking tan-skinned cheeks under her body.

A walking, breathing impossibility in the Kingdom of Veridia. Veridia was an elegant enclosure, a society built on the backs of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas, each with their designated role. Alphas were the leaders, the protectors, the dominant force. Betas were the backbone, the workers, the organizers, filling the gaps between the Alphas and Omegas. And Omegas… Omegas were meant to be delicate, submissive, the bearers of children. Female Omegas, that is. Male Omegas? We were whispered about in hushed tones, branded as cursed, an abomination against nature. Most were quietly…disposed of at birth. My mother, Elara, a former palace maid who now takes care of the palace garden, had risked everyth

"Right. Because the Alpha's son couldn't possibly mate with the omega's daughter. How silly of the Moon Goddess to make such a mistake." "You don't understand—" "I understand perfectly." I push past him, my shoulder brushing his chest. More sparks. More pain. "You're the Alpha now, I heard. Congratulations. Did Veronica give you strong heirs? Beautiful pups with alpha blood?" He growls, the sound vibrating through the air between us. "Veronica is dead." The words hit me like a physical blow. I stop, turning slowly to face him. "What?" "Rogues. Two years ago." His face is stone, but I catch the grief hidden in the depths of his eyes.

Xerxes didn't stop there. "Is it because she is an omega? Is it because she is fucking weak. Is he ashamed, embarrassed to call her his own and claim her in front of the pack?" Tears pooled in my eyes. Xerxes' words hurt me deeply even though I knew he didn't mean that to happen. But it was clear now I was Alpha Rome's mate but he didn't want me. He was ashamed to even acknowledge the bond because I was a weak omega. For such a strong Alpha who others sometimes referred to as king, it would be a big embarrassment for him to be mated to a common omega. Well, I don't want him to. I didn't need him. I was simply fine on my own.

Rowen said. Leila was bouncing around, and yipping excitedly in my head, but I didn’t trust his words. They seemed too good to be true. I felt as though he was playing some kind of game with me. “But you are an Alpha, and I am an Omega. Those two do not go together. Omega’s are not strong enough to be Lunas.” I said quietly. “That is actually not true, and I had that proven to me.” Rowen said. “How….how sir?”

“A wolf has never been claimed by an Icelander before, so nobody knows if you are going to survive it. But since you survived the blood bond, I’m sure you’d be fine” I glare at him. “That doesn’t make me feel any better. I need to know now if I can survive it. I’m just an omega and…” “Cut it out Crinka. Alphas and omegas don’t actually matter here. If you’re weak, you’re weak and if you’re string, you’re strong”, Eloive says. “Thanks for not making me feel any better”. “You’re welcome”, he says with a smile, before leaving me alone with Ruarc.

“If I hadn’t shown up, Allen wouldn’t be alive today to still disrespect me again! Your son is acting like this because the same Alpha dealt with him was pinned like a chicken by that Evolet girl. Now do you understand why your son is in shock?” “This… This can’t be possible. Allen isn’t weak!” My whole body shivered. I drew away from Thelma, falling into one of the couch for support. Her words clouded my head along with images of that maiden. “Are you telling me that an Omega is stronger than my son who is an Alpha? Is that what you mean, Thelma?” “That’s the same question I’m asking myself, my Queen. How is an Omega able to defeat an Alpha like it’s nothing?” Thelma said.

Oliver said. Alpha Lucifer didn’t stand out in size, He was built like a typical Bulgarian civilian, unlike the towering werewolves from Andovia and Estonia and yet just looking at him you could feel the weight of his presence. Alphas were extraordinarily powerful, Legend claims they walk with the gods blessing, marked by divine favor. On closer look you could see his Beta, Daniel greywood. The beta was the second in command of the country, he was also the alphas right hand man. Daniel greywood was in his werewolf form, walking beside Lucifer as he strode to his seat.

The old order was trembling. A third awakening struck. This one was different. Raw. Uncontained. The bond flared across the territory like a pulse of lightning drawn from the heavens. The Alpha who had once dominated a small province screamed as their body convulsed and fell. Silence fell again, broken only by the faint echo of their collapse. And then the omega rose, stronger, brighter, unyielding. Power had found its rightful vessel.

I groan, grabbing his shoulders and digging my nails into his flesh. He narrows his eyes. “Topping from the bottom, I see.” His palm finds my throat, giving it a brutal squeeze. “That’s not how I work, little one. I’m Alpha. I top. You’re an Omega. You submit.” I start to shake my head, his words making no sense. Not an Omega, I want to say, but his grip is too tight on my throat to allow words.