Adira is an omega, but no one knows this. For her, being an omega is a curse. With the help of a supplement, she easily hides her scent. But what happens when she meets Sebastian Jason, who is an Alpha and also a well-known mafia member?Is Sebastian able to know her little secret? Sebestian Jason is a strong Alpha; he basically controls the whole underground mafia's. Mate calls aren't his thing. But he doesn't despise them; it's just that he didn't find the right one. But in a society where it is the norm to arrange one in order to find a prospective mate, Sebestian knows he has to agree to it, whether he likes it or not. His gang needs a queen and a future leader; he just wishes that he would be able to marry his fated one. So, what happens when he meets his fated pair? But the problem is that his mate presents herself as Alpha when she is actually Omega. His Omega. Will Sebestian and Adira be able to understand and accept each other? Or is the thing called a fated pair just a myth?
View MoreConsciousness arrives gently, letting Win's awareness spread in tiny increments.The first thing he realizes is that he is not stuck inside an ancient magical entrapment anymore. The suffocating presence of the twin is gone. He can breathe easily, and the air is cool and fresh, with hints of herbs and mint.His mind is functional enough to remember that only the smells like this; of old scent and sanctuary... the safe and welcoming parts of it, at least.It's also wonderful to feel that he's lying on a bed instead of kneeling on the hard stone floor. His weary body is much appreciative of its softness and warmth. He is content to lay there for the moment, accepting that even though he still feels drained and exhausted, he is alive. Against all insurmountable odds, he is somehow alive.Alex.Even as the thought slams into him, something flares in his chest, bright and vibrant and vital. It catches all of his attention instantly, this new feeling that seems to have lodged deep inside hi
Win drops his gaze, letting the flickering flames on the seal go blurry in his vision. Despite the almost melting temperatures in the chamber, he feels cold inside, as if his own life force is fading along with his husbands'. The manifestation of the final dying throes is watching above them, hovering like a carrion bird, eager to witness the birth of the new realm - the one that is being born out of the scattered, buried energies of its own recent annihilation.He blinks at the way the flames on the stone floor lick at his knees, feeling detached, almost numb. A tiny part of his scattering mind wonders why he hasn't been set ablaze by the fire surrounding him. He's not completely aware of what he's doing when he slowly gets back to his feet again. Win watches from the center of the floor, his expression a blend of exhaustion, sorrow and relief. He thinks Win is leaving, having finally seen his point, and is relieved.The time slows and stretches. They are both caught in a monumental
"I need to see him." There is nothing else in this goddamn world Win wants to do right now."Win, please–""You said so yourself," Win cuts off Mike softly, feeling strangely calm, as if he's trapped in the eye of his own storm of mounting agony, terror and grief, "He walked inside a trap and shut himself in, he's not walking out. I need to see him... please," his voice breaks at the end."It–it might not be a good idea, Win," Mike tries again to plead with him. "It won't be pleasant to experience the emergence, especially for someone like you with your Omega.""Alex and I and my Alpha and I'm already feeling my skin crawl with what's happening right now," Type mutters, almost to himself. A faint shudder runs down his entire body."I will see him if that is the last thing I do. Do you understand me?" Win asks, simply because that's the truth. He doesn't care if this will end him too. If Alex is the last thing he sees when he leaves the world, he's more than ready to accept it. What he
Win glances around, taking his first-ever look at the base as the door shut behind them.He's surprised by how normal everything looks. Well, the entire area exudes an extremely luxurious and wealthy aura, of course, but it is all very un-welcome-like, in Win's somewhat frazzled opinion. Whatever he's been expecting, this lavishly appointed, massive lounge area that seems to belong in a parlor of some ancient mansion, is definitely not it.Whenever the subject of the hardly-ever-discussed topic of main base came up, Win used to imagine a large, stone structure built in the shape of a complicated maze. It would always be dimly lit with fires blazing in the braziers hanging on the stone walls along the long, twisting corridors. They would be dotted with big, imposing wooden and metal doors at unpredictable intervals, always closed and warded with hissing men, and invisible deathly scent in others. There would be all kinds of gun's, machine's and otherwise, lurking in these endless dark
Win swims back to consciousness with all the strength and aplomb of a man who's been wading aimlessly through an unforgiving bog for hours. Everything around him is quiet. The first cautious lungful of air he breathes in is free of the cloying scents and the static of the sullied scent. It's a small relief after being saturated in it for longer than he cared to find out.His eyes are still closed, and he knows he's lying on his side on the floor. The carpet beneath him is thick enough that the hardwood is not digging into the bones on his shoulders, hips or knees. But it's not nearly as comfortable as lying on the disgustingly luxurious bed in the main room.A faint sensation on the shoulder he's not lying on, the right one, draws his attention. He flinches and opens his eyes the moment his sluggish brain informs him that what feels like a feather brushing over his skin is healing."Hey, hey, take it easy, Win."He knows that voice. His blurry vision finds the owner after a few blink
Alex is on the balcony; clad only in the loose black pants he puts on during his meditation. He has erected a shield around the balcony to stay dry as the rain continues to fall outside. The raindrops hit the transparent forcefield nonstop, only to dissolve into a sparkling display akin to silent, white fireworks, distorting the view of city night into something whimsical in the backdrop.The Alpha is moving slowly, unhurriedly as he always does when he is practicing his control... his powers. His arms and legs move in delicate, graceful twists, turns and swirls as he flows through the familiar routines.He has been at it for a while, Win can tell by the way the sweat runs down the expanse of his tanned back in rivulets. They glisten, caught in the candlelight, drawing attention to the alluring ripples of his well-muscled torso.Win has to wrench his distracted mind back to the present to focus on greeting his husband and apologizing properly."Alex..." the call comes out softly, almo
"Want to tell me what happened?" Win asks as May lights up a cigarette with trembling hands."Jordan went on a food delivery," she says after releasing a long cloud of smoke. "He never made it to the customer. We only found out when we received a very angry call. That lady was not happy.""Where was he going?" Win wants to know. He watches the wolf while May drags more nicotine into her lungs. The beta cocks her head to the side and smirks."Uptown," she replies, shrugging. "Anyway, we tried calling him. No luck. So, I sent Clara and Trent after him. They found him passed out in an alleyway, two blocks from his delivery address. They brought him back.""Did he wake up like this?" The beta's mouth starts to droop, twisting his smirk into something sickly-looking as if he's having a stroke. His eyes are still shining like two black stones, and they stare unblinkingly at May and Win."No, he didn't," May shakes his head, her expression caught between worry and fear for her clan member.
Alex is so angry, his eyes that are boring into Win's with hate are very dark, clouded in swirls of black smoke.That snaps Win out of his frozen stupor."Alex...stop." He pleads softly, with a hint of real fear he can't properly mask in his tone.Something in his expression, or his words, gets through the haze of rage Alex has succumbed to. "Stop what?" He hisses."I–I think it's happening again... that thing," Win manages, unable to tear his eyes away from the darkness that rages around the warlock, "Your eyes, ah, they are changing again."The words hang in the air while they hold each other's gazes, surrounded by scent that feels wild and chaotic, as though it's fighting to wreak havoc and destruction. After what feels like forever Alex closes his eyes. The moment he does, all the scent around them vanishes as well. Win is out of his seat and hovering next to Alex when the Alpha collapses back in his chair with a pained groan. "Ah, goddamn it."Win places a gentle hand on the Alp
Jenny, Alex on and only aunt and the best doctor according to him, is sitting at the edge of their bed, studying Alex still form with a frown. She has just finished scanning him from head to toe, and to her great consternation, she can't seem to pinpoint what is wrong with the Alpha. Win is sitting on the bed on the other side, next to Alex, his limp hand cradled in Win's own. The sleeping Alpha is still pale and drawn, but he doesn't have a nosebleed anymore. Jenny and Win both are waiting, confused and a lot worried, for him to wake up on his own.Alex surfaces gradually as if he's only waking up from a deep sleep, not a sudden loss of consciousness. His face scrunches up as he stretches lazily, and blinks awake to see aunt Jenny hovering close to his face. "Hey, welcome back to the land of the living," Jenny announces loudly when the Alpha flinches in surprise, "Or close enough.""What?""How are you feeling?"Alex appears to be thinking about it for a moment before his brows dra
With shaking hands, she held the papers while tears filled her eyes. She looked down and saw the little symbols that indicated what your second gender would be. One would be crossed, and that would mean that you were either an alpha, beta, or... an omega.She scanned the papers, and her eyes landed on the little cross that was scribbled on the paper. She read the word that was written next to it over and over again.Why her! She didn't even look like one. Her shoulder shook, and she let the test result process in her mind. She felt so disappointed.OMEGANo, she is not, she is not an Omega. She is Alpha, a Alpha woman!And no one is going to change that, not even this stupid test result.--Adira gasped; her eyes blinked open. Yet again, the same dream she could feel that even her eyes were wet from unshed tears. She sat up on the bed and looked over at her alarm clock at 6.30 a.m. Sighing, she got up slowly, put her hands over her face, and wiped away the tears.She wouldn't be able
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