Omega Drop の小説・ストーリー

The wolves immediately halt and turn around with their eyes glued to the ground. ‘Get the fuck rid of that Voyager before I burn it to ashes.’ I point at the awful machine. ‘It is so noisy. Gosh, it gave me a headache. Must you do it early in the morning? How am I supposed to focus when you are DJ-ing around with that bullshit? Where is your superior?’ ‘But it is a noiseless version.’ The omega speaks politely. He cranes his neck up and grins at me, giving me a perfect opportunity to scrutinise his looks.

It was incredible but nowhere near enough; I constantly want more from him but I keep getting nothing but these soft touches. "What's an Omega?” If I keep the conversation going, maybe he won’t step back from me and maybe the cold won’t start seeping back into me. “An Omega is a designation within the Pack, it's usually a female and they tend to be on the weaker side. They have monthly heats and heightened sex drives; they tend to be the most nurturing and the most fertile within the Pack. Almost every bloodline can be traced back to a small Omega who loved to be fucked and found herself with a lucky mate. We don’t call them a whore.” Gideon whispers, my hair moves with his warm breath and I

He shrugged negligibly. My mouth dropped open as I watched in amazement. Was he not supposed to tell me I could achieve this? Was he not supposed to tell me just how strong I was like the rest of the nice people around? "I'm a strong wolf." I countered, "You're never going to say I'm weak anymore because I am a strong breed." "I know you to be an Omega. You're only chasing nothing but fool's gold." "It's no surprise you'd say this. It's too much to ask to behave sanely."

His expression was pure disappointment, and he clicked his tongue at me. My face warmed even more. “Sorry.” He still shook his head at me. “Quit apologizing. You’re a true omega. Act like one.” His tone wasn’t as critical as it had been and I wasn’t sure what he meant by true omega? Also, omegas were the bottom rung. Apologizing was in our nature. It was practically our mantra. It seemed the big ole vampire didn’t know as much as he thought about werewolves.

child for a foolish reason. “Do it!” Jeremy barks and Mike’s eyes scrunch close immediately. “Now, what purpose do Omega’s hold, Mike? Since you so blatantly referred to them as ‘scum’,” he asks him, eyes still shut. Mike’s bottom lips quivers and he remains silent, as if with the wrong answer, Jeremy would rip his throat out. “It’s not a trick question, Mike. What do the Omega’s do?” Jeremy asks again, trying to remain calm. “Th-they c-cook, clean, l-laundry..” Mike stammered quietly, wincing after he gave his last word. “Right. They feed us, they clean up after us, they wash our clothes, essentially, they keep the pack running and keep us from being at each others throat. Now im

"The police? They're on his payroll. The media? He owns half of it." "So I'm helpless." "No," I said. "You're vulnerable. There's a difference." I walked around the island until I was standing in front of her. She had to look up at me, but she held her ground. "You need a status that overrides his," I said. "I'm an omega. I have no status." "You do if you belong to a higher Alpha." She narrowed her eyes. "I told you. I'm not a property." "And I told you this is business."

You wouldn’t believe what happened next! Alpha Genesis’ POV: “You’re going right?” My beta asked me, staring. “I’m not sure it’s appropriate, Dickson.” I said. About 2 weeks ago I had gotten an email saying I was invited to an omegas birthday party. I didn’t think it was appropriate to go to someone’s birthday party that was in my pack unless I actually knew them. I definitely did not know this one. Also, everyone would expect me to go to their birthday parties if I show up to hers. Wouldn’t they?…

The sound of male fighting with bare chests and females kicking and grunting reverberating in the scarlet field. “The women you are seeing now are werewolves too. Though, as if the Trinity Goddess have reserved them only as warriors, they couldn’t bear children to their male werewolves.” “Why?” I asked. “It’s a mystery even to the Alphas. Though contrary to werewolves in England, women here are treated nicely even if they're Omegas.” “What’s an Omega?” Melissa and I walked through the red grasses, its length quite tall. “From the Latin word which means the end, an Omega werewolf is the last and lowest ranking. In England, they still practice treating the less fortunate Omegas as slaves.”

"Don't forget to take your medicine before you leave. You have a mild burn, and this will help it heal faster." I grabbed the disgusting bowl, held my breath, and forced myself to drink all of it. Then I stepped outside to find what was mine... except she had no wolf scent, which meant I had no idea where to start looking for her. "Omega wing," Keal growled. Before I even realized it, my legs had already moved on their own at hyper speed once again. I arrived at the omega workspace. The place reeked of wires, burnt ozone, explosives, and chemicals, but amidst all the harsh scents, one smell still stood out.

I shifted very quickly, and within a minute, our two wolves stood face to face. Ash lifted his head and sniffed. “Omega,” he said. This shocked me. Ava was an omega? Seriously? I hadn’t seen that coming. Omegas were pretty rare, a specific type of wolf that oozed with fertility. Some believe omegas had extra blessings from the Moon Goddess and that they were given special breeding powers to ensure the survival of our race. “Are you sure?” I asked Ash. He sniffed the air again and then confirmed that it was true.