You Are Mine Omega Novels & Stories

Isabella went pale. “What do you mean, Callum? She walked away on her own. Are you seriously going after her?” I closed my fist tightly around the moonstone ring. “Of course I am. Charlotte is the only woman I have ever wanted to marry.” Isabella’s eyes reddened as she stared at me in disbelief. “Then what am I? We grew up together! What does an Omega like her have that I don’t?” I gave her no answer. My wolf paced restlessly in the back of my mind, urging me to find Charlotte.

“Ahh, if you don’t like it, we can always see if we can buy a home nearby. “Whoa there lover boy, we aren’t anything right now, you need to come back like a million steps.” “Ah but I don’t want to, I’m all in little omega.” I growl. Her face dropped and her color went white. “What did you just call me?” she whispered her eyes wide, darting side to side. She couldn’t get anywhere, thankfully we were stuck in the elevator as it took us to my place. “Little Omega.” I say again, “I figured it out from your scent. It’s no wonder your ex wanted to force a bond. You are rare, powerful, but rare.”

asks Esteban and I smiled nodding. "I am already in my home. Wherever I am with you, it is my home." "God, I love that you remember whose you are," Esteban says smiling. "Whose am I?" I pretend not to know. "You are mine, woman. Only mine" Esteban says taking my chin then kisses me. Yes, I am only his and he mine. As it should be. As it was always meant to be. The End

His cock, thick, hard, perfect, lressing against her entrance. "Tell me you want this," he said. "Tell me you're mine." "Yours. Always yours. Please..." He pushed in. One hard thrust. Filling her. Claiming her. Making good on every promise. It was fast. Desperate. The coupling of mates who might die tomorrow. She wrapped her legs around him, took him deeper, met him thrust for thrust. "Mine," he growled. "My omega. My Luna. Mine." "Yes. God, yes. Yours."

Don't call me that either. I realized that moving any more would risk knocking down the racks of folded sheets. I turned my head, unable to look into his gleaming green eyes. "Keep your eyes on me," His voice was so soft that he muttered. It gave the impression of stroking me. Leaning back, I prepared myself for his assault. "It's not possible", I muttered. "You're aware that it's true." "I'm terrified," "There is no justification for fear." My name is Omega. “So?” He said, "You are Mine," cocking his brow. Nothing else is important.

I snarled as I came, thrusting deep one last time, knot swelling and locking us together as I poured everything into her—every ounce of need, every drop of possession. My omega. Ours.

And as his wife, that meant that I would be his luna, and when we made everything official, both our packs would come together. "Massimo," I begin, realizing that there was something very important that he didn’t know about me. "Are you sure about all of this? I know that I was insistent that you go along with me, but there’s something you need to know." "Need to know?" He repeats, cocking a pierced brow. "And what might that be?" "I’m…" I respond, but stop as the sting of embarrassment hits me. "I’m an omega." "Omega?" He hisses, his eyes growing wide. "How is that even possible? You’re the daughter of a mighty alpha, and you're the daughter of an alpha. You’ve got the purest of blood out t

Always on me. “Mine,” I rasp, throat raw. “My beautiful boy. My perfect one.” He sobs, spent, boneless. “Yours. Always.” I stroke down his flank, worshiping the wreck I made. Slick and cum paint his skin, and I’ve never seen anything more transcendental. And still, I want more. My balls ache faintly already, greedy for another round. My cock pulses inside him, unwilling to soften, unwilling to leave. I press my forehead to his, breathing him in. I kiss the sweat from his temple, murmuring against him. “My treasure. My prize. My Omega.” Each word lands like a vow.

he said softly. “I am,” I replied, a little defensive. He followed my gaze, then arched an eyebrow. “At the sky?” “No,” I said slowly, “at you.” His brow furrowed, and he paused, studying me. I didn’t look away. Instead, I let the words slip out, simple, honest, unfiltered. This Omega is mine. Don't know why, but I know it's true. But instead, I said, “You’re beautiful,” I said softly.

“I’m yours.” The words, though forced, though broken, ignited something dark and primal inside me—a brutal, overwhelming satisfaction that tangled inextricably with my raw rage, my searing pain, my deep, burning humiliation. It was a victory, cold and hard-won. “That’s right,” I murmured coldly, triumphantly, pressing my lips to her ear, my voice a possessive rasp. “You’re mine. And tonight, little omega, I’m going to make sure you never forget it. I’m going to burn it into your very soul. You will crave me. You will remember only me.”