Wednesday Oc Novels & Stories

They knew what this meant, their minutes of life were numbered. The suffering with which the wolves died was unbearable to watch. Seth looked at the witch who was humming, she must have a solution. They were going to war, getting closer and closer to Goth City, they had to be ready. If not, they would be easy prey. Seth thought about his children and his Lysa. Of his happy memories with her. He closed his eyes as he heard the beginnings of another Omega's whimpering as it began to convulse on the ground. The cries of horror multiplied. But the stench was the most unbearable.

We link arms so we can head to the club after some makeup and our favorite heels. The club is filled up, even though it is just a weekday. The music is loud, the lights are energetic, and the energy is electric. I get whiskey when we go to the bar, and Ester picks vodka. While we talk and while we chuckle, I hear a known voice say my name.

Technically, I still had thirty minutes before I was scheduled to start my shift but I wanted to go ahead and get started, especially since Darcy had offered to stay late for me. “I’m gonna go catch up the dishes.” I told them. “Already done.” Barb answered. “Either we have all been super go-getters today or it really has been this slow around here tonight. Then again, it usually is after six on Wednesdays. Once we feed everybody heading to church, the rest of the town just calls it a night, too.” She was right. Historically, Wednesday nights were the slowest night of the week, especially when school was in session.

Lance and I talked several more times and I unpacked and settled back in. That next week I really got back into routine around the pack. I started back to school that Monday and even though all my classes were online, I liked to have a schedule on when I worked on them. So every Monday, Wednesday and Friday I would work on my classes for at least a few hours. I went to the gym on Tuesday and Thursdays to train with Rune or do a class and then on Fridays for fight night. I also made sure to help out in the pack as much as I could. I did my daily meetings with my family and the betas and then went to soothe any issues or arguments that happened. I also helped with the cooking and took care of

Oz told me as he scratched the back of his head, ruffling his jet black hair that hung just above his ears in layers. "Why would I be embarrassed?" I asked with a smile as I grabbed his royal blue and gold jersey. He wore the number 3 on his jersey. He had recently washed it for me to wear at the game today. It seemed 3 sizes too large, which let me know it would definitely fit even if not correctly. It made sense with King being a larger guy. He had broad shoulders and slenderly toned muscles. His tall figure dwarfed me, standing 8 inches shorter than him. He had unusual eyes, a mixture of red with orange, almost like a burning campfire. They were beautiful to stare at.

She glares at me, hurling a pan that strikes my chest and makes me stoop. "Really, who do you think you are speaking to? I am your future Luna, so stop talking, you omega!" Her voice was heard clearly. As the weakest members of the pack, omegas are more prone to injury, fatigue, and weakened immune systems than warriors, deltas, gamma, or betas. Being called omega should not feel insulting because of what she is referring to, but because of what she is referring to, it hurt me. The pain in my chest felt like something had broken in that frying pan.

Naia voiced, “Not anymore at least.” “Thanks.” Though Megan faked a smile, she actually did take her friend’s statement as a compliment. This sad occurrence only made Danica roll her eyes at Naia. If she was older, aka Zoe, she would’ve ended her then and there. But she didn’t want a big blow up of a fight to happen. Especially during Wednesdays. Wednesdays in Ras Tanura are spent like Fridays all over the world. Weekends were during Thursday and Friday. A natural occurrence in a Muslim country.

At that moment, all eyes were on her, and the tension in the air thickened. Every eye was glued to the intense drama unfolding between the three of them. Some even wished for a fierce fight between the two female wolves. Between Emily and Connie, the odds seemed uneven in the eyes of their friends from campus. They viewed Alpha Zack as an extraordinary and exceptional figure. It was surprising, then, that Zack would choose Emily, an Omega, over Connie, who was clearly held in high regard by many. Now, Connie felt devalued and humiliated by this situation.

The rain was hitting the tall windows of the Cedarville Public Library like handfuls of gravel. Owen sat at the front desk, scrolling through the late return fees on his computer monitor, the blue light reflecting off his wire-rimmed glasses. It was 8:47 PM on a Friday. The library stayed open until nine on Fridays, a policy Owen had never understood. Nobody came in on Friday nights. Nobody except the rain and the quiet.

Just as I reached the front, the lights turned red again. My eyes dropped to my phone. How much is your little omega worth to you? I have information you need. Interested? Meet me at BlueWaves Cafe tomorrow morning at 5 a.m BlueWaves Cafe was a beachfront cafe half an hour away from the penthouse. It used to be our favourite hangout before Elias got injured. Only a few people knew that. It was the one place we could go to without anyone recognizing us. Or if they did, they never said anything.