Omega Jason Todd Romane & Geschichten

"Welcome, Mr Beckett, from your fully granted sick leave. I hope you are better now." Shawn took his hand, reminiscing on what Jade had told him the day before. He scoffed internally at how Principal Dolan, a little over a week ago, was determined to expel Jade from the school but was now currying favor with her father. Indeed, with enough money and power, one could do anything. “I am. Thanks for your concern.” “Yeah. I invited you over today because our newest sponsor has something to say to you.” Principal Dolan opened the door and ushered them in.

he continued to say, and I nodded. It was what I had been wondering all day since arriving here. "Are you going to offer me a job here as an omega?" I blurted out, causing Zane's mouth to fall open in shock. He was speechless and I felt stupid. Why did I ask him that? Now he was going to get mad and banish me to the dungeon or something. I should have made sure I had at least eaten first. He cupped my face in his hands and shook his head.

“He treats me well, thank you.” “Is it true you were once an omega? Rejected seven times?” another woman asked, her tone carefully sweet but her eyes sharp enough to cut. “He must love you so much to accept you regardless of all that.” I pressed my lips thinly, already exhausted by the hidden judgment beneath every sentence. “Yes. He knows. And there’s nothing about it,” I replied, watching her expression slightly falter when she realized I would not crumble beneath the insult buried inside her question.

“He beat me when Jack wasn’t looking. When Jack found out, he didn’t stop him. Not really. He just forbade Tom from visiting me again. And that’s when I met Tobias.” The tension ripples through the room — confusion first, then sharp attention. Cassian tilts his head. “Who’s Tobias?” I take a breath. “An Omega. Maybe twenty. He worked in the kitchen and the laundry. Jack sent him to bring my food twice a day after Tom was banned from the room. He was quiet at first — too afraid to even look at me. But little by little, he started… helping.” Elias’s voice softens. “Helping how?”

the fairly old man smiled and stood very close to Angela. Angela had been bound to a chair with shackles. It was very tight that she couldn't move a limb. "Hello, the Omega" the fairly old man greeted her and laughed. "My name is Malcolm. I'm very sure you know that before lurking around my house" he shook his head. "There is a misunderstanding. You are making a mistake. I am not lurking around your house" Angela pleaded. "Is it also a mistake that you are an Omega?" Malcolm asked quickly.

"Congratulations! We are pleased to inform you that you are hired Mr. Alfonso." Zen Alfonso, a broke 26-year old beta who worked harder than anyone could have imagined— even going as far as taking several side jobs just to pay his father's debt, screamed in excitement upon reading the email for the zenth time.

Jason asked with a soft and friendly voice. "Fuck off, it's none of your business!" Adom spat out and lunged forward, but he was held back by the binds. He groaned as his wrists were cut from the rope, and on top of that, a stinging pain covered his whole right cheek as Jason slapped him hard. Adom gaped and dropped his head as he felt tears well up in his eyes from the pain. He didn't want to seem weak at all. But he can't do anything; they are strong compared to them, and not in a million years can he win against them. "Who the fuck do you think you are? Talking to me like this You pathetic omega!" Jason yelled as he pulled his hand back and stepped closer to Adom. He grabbed the collar fr

Jason let out a bitter smile and said, “No. It isn’t me. It’s your Aunt Summers.” “Mr. Yarde…” Not far away, Chadwick called him. Kayson waved his hand at him and said, “You guys go first. Don’t need to wait for me.” Chadwick nodded. Before he left, he took a glance at Jason. ‘Isn’t he the director of Triumph Realtor? He’s one of the top developers in Skyriv.’ Even he did not have a chance to meet someone like Jason. Yet, not only did Kayson know him, but he seemed rather close to him as well.

Jason Jason stood in the communal shower, water cascading over his tan, muscular frame. His body was a vision of strength and athleticism, tall and broad-shouldered, with every muscle clearly defined from hours in the gym. His short, dark hair clung to his head, droplets trailing down his neck and across his toned chest, highlighting the veins along his arms. The light glistened off his smooth, wet skin, making his already imposing physique even more striking.

“These are amazing. Why are you wasting time at that stupid intern job? You’re ridiculously talented. Jason, look at this.” “Tod, the road’s slick, and I’m driving. Can you not?” Jason snapped. “Fine,” Tod grumbled, tossing the iPad back to Dahlia. “Keep messing with these but mark my words…” A song blared from the radio, cutting him off. “I love this song!” Tod shouted, belting out the lyrics like his life depended on it. Dahlia and Jason couldn’t help but laugh. Loving Tod was unavoidable, he was a walking tornado of energy, impossible to resist.