Novel & Cerita Omega Eren

A few pretended to be checking tack or sharpening knives just within earshot. Eren stood near the well’s low stone ring. He was unremarkable at first glance—middle‑height, the beginnings of gray at his temples, a scar along his right forearm that looked old and clean. His posture was composed, hands loosely clasped in front of him. Not a firebrand pacing and waving. Just a wolf who looked like he’d been carrying weight for a long time and had finally set part of it down to examine. Rin slipped into the shadow of a doorway, Mara at her shoulder. No one announced her. She wanted to hear him the way everyone else did.

“She needs to die so that I can live.” With that, the line dies. Irene’s Boyfriend, Orion Ryven, is the Enemy of the werewolves.

Serry had arrived at the big mansion of the Benson family. Paying no heed to her mother's greeting, she went straight up to the third floor of her room. Omega immediately lay down on her bed and covered her entire body with a thick blanket. Tears quickly streamed down her cheeks, then rubbed roughly with her sleeves. Serry tried her best to hold back a sob by biting her lip until it bled. Knock…knock…knock… “Serry, can mom come in?” A middle-aged woman with a soft face stood in front of the daughter's room. Omega is called Zerrin; wife or Luna of Wycliff Benson.

But in the middle of that effort, a whisper brushed through his mind—soft yet clear: 'They hurt Eirene. Yoren’s eyes snapped open. Something inside him answered with violent, uncontrollable rage. He let out a powerful roar. Yoren’s wolf raged. It pushed and crashed against its restraints. It demanded to be unleashed. It was wild and uncontrollable. It demanded retribution. *

One of them was Joren, who happened to be too lean, with a countenance that showed one who was very scared. Another was Elira, who I learned was the elder of them all, with silver streaks in her almost dark hair. Then there was the last, Callen, very quiet and collected, but with broad shoulders. They were all Omegas, each and every one of them. They were my people. My kind. I stiffened upon seeing them. “You shouldn't have come out here together. If anyone happens to see…”