Where Is He Where Is Omni Man Novels & Stories

He saw him nod his head and sit on the edge of the bed next to Nebraska once he put her on the mattress and covered her body with the blanket. -Take care of her- He shook off the tangle of disheveled hair, an action that impressed Noa and he left with his mind still analyzing the new events. He had to keep that information as protected as possible, if someone with the wrong scruples found out about it, the lives of the few omegas that existed could be in danger or end for other purposes. He was grateful that those who had witnessed this were his brother's trusted wolves. He heard his beta walk over to where he was and turned, waiting for him, leaning against the wall.

What if the supposed freedom was a trick to find a devilish concrete evidence of some sort against me? Outside the Sanctum, the atmosphere felt eerie. The pack members and security guards around the Sanctum trooped in a particular direction which I guessed was the direction the dead bodies were reported to have been found. I stopped one of the male passerby, instinctively holding him by his arm. “By chance, do you know where the Alpha is?” He sized me up, a disgusted querying look gracing his features. He jerked his arm from my grasp. “Don’t lay your hands on me, monster.”

The memories were there, always pushing me to reopen closed doors. But Mira had put me up to a healing process, something that grounded me and made me stay through to reality. “He’s a scumbag. Look away,” she hissed, pulling my arm a little. When we finally took our spot on the line, the murmurings became clear. “Weakass omega. What does she think she’s doing here?” Someone even knelt and made a mocking prayer to the moon goddess. “Please, take Calla and give us other Vales. She’s too weak and empty to carry the Vale legacy,”

all leading to zero. "Rose... Rose?" I was pulled from my thoughts as I heard his voice. The way he said my name... it sent involuntary shivers through my spine. "Yes?" "Why are you so silent? Okay, let me introduce myself properly. I am an Omega from a rogue pack. I come from a-" I cut him off saying, "I don't need your life story here. We have a problem on our hands." He looked at me confused, "What problem?" I sighed and leaned forward, bringing my face closer to his, "I don't have a mate, especially not an omega mate."

“I’ve gathered information. Apparently, several omegas have been escaping the territory at night… sneaking out to meet with humans.” “...they’re exchanging gold bars for…” He paused. “In exchange for freshly dead human bodies. Or more likely… corpses.” I felt a chill crawl up my spine. When those words rang in my ears, I covered my mouth with both hands. "A group of mostly male omegas is the one practicing such an act. They have what's called a leader, someone who leads the group in gathering precious gemstones or even gold bars... so they can buy freshly deceased human bodies to eat."

I opened the door to find a woman wearing a purple dress and was accompanied by someone. "Who are you supposed to be and what are you doing here?" She pushed me and entered the house and I was so tempted to just leave this house and never come back. The collar on my neck still stands and I can’t open it. A collar is a mark of ownership, especially for an omega. When an omega wears a collar that usually means that they belong or are claimed by someone. There was a sharp decline in the population of omegas in the recent decade. That’s why the government revised the laws and eliminated some of them which weren’t in favour of the omegas.

I tried my best not to stammer and make him walk away from me. Before I could pass out, my surroundings suddenly became quiet. With the spatter of liquid hitting the ground and the rustling of leaves amid thunder, everything became clear. Lighting makes his face visible as he whispers the words, “Tyrone Cyprus.” Confusion, exhaustion, and hesitations filled my mind. Who is he? Why is he in front of a pitiful omega rejected and loathed by everyone?

Above him stood three dark shapes in the moonlight. Wolves. But not from his old pack. Their scent was strange. “Please,” Aeris croaked. “I don’t know you. I didn’t do anything.” “We know who you are,” the tallest one said. A woman with a silver braid knelt beside him. “The scentless one. The omega who shouldn’t exist.” “Then you know I’m not worth killing.” “That’s where you’re wrong,” she said, drawing a knife that gleamed in the moonlight. “Your death is worth everything.”

"This was never about just one clone. Monroe was building a legacy. Not just soldiers. A successor." Damien exhaled shakily. "He made me a father to a weapon. And the boy doesn’t even know." Xavier added, "There’s more. Monroe's last recorded entry was flagged yesterday. He moved Subject Omega-2 to a facility in the Alps. Hidden, underground. We think it's where he's making his last stand." Damien straightened. "Then that’s where we go next." Aurora touched his arm. "Are you sure you're ready?"

The day had passed by so quickly whilst Omari worked, and as the sun had fully set, he recalled the meeting he had set by 9pm that night. Soon, he was dressed in his finest, most luxurious clothes, entering his car and ordering the chauffeur to take him to Neon Strip Club. He knew of the owner, Ryan Poole, and his connections which made him the most reputable person to go to for news in the supernatural world. Omari had sent Darius a day ahead of him, to meet Ryan and arrange a meeting. It was his starting point. He watched the city streetlights go by, various sights and sounds and smells around him that could make anyone’s head turn.