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"They take things silently. Things like mistreatment and pain and suffering. You saw this with your own eyes. You've always been aware of all of that. We've always found it unfair." "Mom, so does everyone else." "No, darling. That's sad, but it's the truth. Regular Omegas are passive. They lack the necessary aggression and willpower to face their oppressors, whoever they may be. That's why it's so easy for the other ranks to keep them down." This is all reminding me of something. That story. "But what other Omega could there be? I don't get it." Could it be that she's referring to that...no. It was a story, nothing else. But the mysterious way in which the book appeared in my room, not once,

“Everyone now knows an Omega exists. How does this affect my relationship with the young alphas? How does it affect everything I’ve built over the past two weeks?” Beside Voss, Richard spoke first. “Did he tell you he was going to announce this?” “Not a word.” Voss’s jaw was tight. “That old fool.” Richard hissed through his teeth, his eyes cutting to Priest Rowen. “This is Rowen’s doing.” “Aren’t Omegas extinct?” Rhydian asked, his brow pulling together. “What exactly is happening?” Astarian blinked slowly. “I genuinely have no idea.” Alpha Kael cleared his throat and the whispers died. “This Omega resurfaced recently and has been responsible for the deaths of innocent wolves. It has used d

Or too stupid to use it,” Cassidy added. I still didn't answer them, instead I focused on kneading the dough, despite the ache in my hands. Suddenly, the bowl of flour beside me was knocked over, spilling on the table and floor. “Oops,” Cassidy grinned after pushing the flour to the ground. “You’ll have to clean that up. Don’t screw it up, or we’ll tell the kitchen mistress you wasted supplies.” Still, I didn’t speak, instead I reached for a rag. “See?” Cassidy said loudly. “This is why Omegas exist. To clean up after their betters.”

Feeling my body tremble with both anger and sorrow. "Every one of those poor little guys died.... How could anyone do that? How could anyone treat their own mate like that? What the hell kind of book was that, that there were pictures like that in there? Who would take pictures of them in that condition just to stick them in a damn book?" I asked. "It's an educational book for doctors. They were educational pictures to show doctors what severely neglected omegas in heat looked like." I sat there staring at the book that was laying on the ground for a few moments until we heard a loud thump come from the bedroom where our own sweet little Omega is sleeping.

I asked in anger. He suddenly turned his gaze on the battlefield where I could see Rhea and this guy who's in his wolf form fighting. And I could not believe that Rhea has the upper hand on this find. As far as I know, she was just a low level omega so where exactly did she get this monstrous strength from? "By the way, my name is Zeus and I am Matthew's brother. Although we are not really related by blood, we treated each other like real brothers." I could care less about him or his relation with Matthew!

I am not trying to ignore my readers and just wanted you all to know I appreciate the likes, comments and reviews and each of you for reading my book. There was one commenter who commented a few times about being irate over male prgnancies in this book. If you are reading this far, you have most likely figured out, I love pushing limits and boundaries and at one time I would have felt much the same as said reader. Here's the thing...Omegaverse novels are a thing. I will never write a non-shifter m-preg story. It feels all wrong. I was reading one and gave up because it just didn't feel right, but it wasn't just that they weren't shifters. It was that in many Omegaverse stories, such as the o

"It looks like he loves my wolf, Mike, but he loves his own pride the most. I almost begged him on my knees at the transit platform last week to tell me the truth, but his face was completely dead. Mike! He looked at me like I was a stranger!" Mike held me against his chest guards, comforting my wolf in a low, steady rumble. "Alphas and omegas don't track the winter the same way, Collins. He must have been terrified that his madness would ruin your standing with the high elders and taint the kids' future. He was wrong to assume your wolf couldn't handle the weight of his secret."

In the social hierarchy, we omegas are the lowest. Being an omega is only fun and good if you have a family that supports you. Not like the family we came from. Others say that poor omegas can only be saved by rich omegas, maybe to them but not to me. When I think about facing an Alpha, I feel like I'm shaking with fear and anger. "Sir, we are here," said the male driver. I immediately came back into my trance when my driver spoke. I paid and then got out of the car and watched the car drive away. I frowned because I felt that I had not taken a taxi.

Zeva’s POV The stone floor was cold beneath me, its chill biting through the thin fabric of my dress as I sat in the vast, dimly lit quarters of Alpha Darian Kaelith. The silence here was deafening, broken only by the occasional crackle of the fire in the hearth. For nearly an hour I waited, my thoughts circling like vultures. Why had he dragged me here after rejecting me so publicly? My heart still ached from the sting of that cruel moment in the hall. His words — “you’re nothing but an omega” — gnawed at me like a wound that refused to close. Leah whimpered in the back of my mind, restless and angry.

He has heard it whispered in dark corners of his father's gambling shop–owner of one of the city's largest firearms trade networks, rumored to be one of the biggest supporters of auctions and private clubs where desperate families sell their Omegas. Enzo is said to be as ruthless as he was powerful: a dominant Alpha with unstable pheromones that turned him feral during ruts. Even his loyal staff are said to avoid his penthouse when the strongest episodes hit. Omegas who entered his world often disappeared. Julian's hands tremble. He pictures endless nights of being used and discarded–a virgin Omega's worst nightmare. His father's voice rises again, smug. "He's untouched, you know? Twenty one