Omegaverse Quotes

If my feelings for you haven’t changed after reading that Bella and Alice alphaverse fan fiction, I’m pretty sure we’re golden.” “It’s called omegaverse—and you said it was good!” “I said it was hot,” he corrects me. The blue slice darkens. “Actually, you should read it to me again. Now.

I was safe here, and in spite of the weakness they’d seen from me last night, I was accepted.

I should have stopped sooner, before our lips had ever touched. But now I knew her sweetness, and every part of my being yearned for more.

If you have a lover, I’m sure he would not wish to hear how you moan for me, how you plead for my cock, how you rotate those hips to keep me inside you, how your slick begins to drip just hearing me unbuckling my pants.” Her shoulders stiffened, her chest rising rapidly as he stood over her. “If you have a lover, I can assure you, he will no longer satisfy you. Not like I do.

You're not getting rid of me now, Lollipop. I'm the barnacle on the ass of your ship from here on out,

They wolfed wolfly in the wolf den.

They wolfed wolfly in the wolf den.

I’d been claimed by a monster. A beast I’d yet to see, covered in fur, but as intelligent as any person. Bonded, with no way to escape.

Good girl. Touch me. Find what you want.

Then I will respect only those wishes you make in daylight,” I tell her. “You have my word.

Because real romance lies in the acceptance of flaws, not the denial of them.

We’re not born with fears. Fear comes because we learn it. Because something forced it into us and taught our minds it wasn’t safe, even if we’re not fully conscious of it. There are no silly fears.

Initially there were only the two of us, Anne would be the omega, which is the submissive member of the pack who generally gets bred by a strong mate, and I would be the alpha, the one in charge who generally does the breeding. We didn’t have a beta and I thought that would be fine enough, as betas are complicated in Omegaverse lore, anyway.

Life’s too short to live for other people. You don’t want to spend more time doing something that doesn’t make you happy.

Owen’s mom is here, and he had no idea. She’s cut two jerseys in half, one for the Foxes and one for the Sharks with Connery on the back.

Thirst for the dick?

Nun’ya business, dickhead!

Oh, yeah. She’s got some big dick energy, don’t she?

Fictional men would never hurt me or think I’m too fat. Who needs real men?

To be fair, Hazel forged her body daily at the gym and Juno was deathly allergic to anything that elevated her heart rate.

Here. Start eating. It’ll be harder for you to insult me when your mouth is full.

Lola might be his bondmate, but I was his omega, his friend, his family.

Seth whispered. “Finally.” “Finally,” Jonah echoed,

Tag, you’re it, buddy.

Feelings weren’t thoughts, and they sure as hell weren’t actions.

His mouth meets my clit and I’m not lost on the fact that this man will have gone down on me four times today. Forget winning the mega millions, I’ve hit the cunnilingus jackpot.

Omegas aren’t built for restraint. We want what we want, and we want it thirty seconds ago.

Do you not like surprises? Or have you not had anyone you trust surprise you?

basic human decency isn’t being nice. It’s the bare fucking minimum.

I’m a realist. There were no promises of a future, only the rules I readily agreed to. But even us realists have a little optimism in our hearts that can pop up unexpectedly.

He gently ran his nose over the edge of my jaw, inhaling me deeply before pulling back, hovering just over my lips. I wanted to kiss him. And scent him. And make love to him. I hated him so much.

Dess rennon vec lesha ackken ash ren lesha dess, kysm eshar. Fegakke ni laegoy.” Treska checked her own little dictionary and then smiled as she translated. “You may look upon me as I look upon you, little bird. I am not shy.

Ben’s voice broke through my spiraling thoughts. “Josie, I hope you know how special we think you are, and we hope you choose us.” “We know you don’t really know us yet,” Theo added, “But we would love to get to know you more and would be honored if you chose us as your pack.” “We promise to protect and care for you,” Cam added.

Why didn't you come to me last night?” she whispered. The question took him by surprise and he wasn't prepared to provide her with an answer while he was caught by the sapphire of her eyes. She lifted a finger to his face, and every muscle in him relaxed as she traced it over his cheek. It was as though his body was reminded of when she had healed him—that perfect moment when her eyes came back to him and after he had shared the memory of his weakest moment. “It's not enough,” she mumbled. “The time that you spend with me isn't enough, Malloron. I feel…” Her palm pressed against his cheek and Malloron didn't need to wait for her to continue, he could feel it in the bond. He simply drew her into his arms. The moment their bodies touched, the bond trembled inside his chest, stirring deep within him, a strange hope blooming. He pulled her against him and began to purr for her, his deep satisfaction of touching and holding her saturating every single vibration that rocked through his chest.

She settled with her feet tucked under her, watching the Alpha across the room as he paced and watched her, rumbling growls coming from him and a vicious snarl on his face. His black eyes were beautiful. They were like ink affected by magic—shiny, deep and bottomless—and they looked at her with a fierce desire that sent goosebumps over her whole body. Other Alphas were in the room, but she only watched him. Although the other men were also unbonded Alphas, her golden sight showed her the one with the most potential for breeding.

Lyall wanted Tristan’s kisses and his body and to have him close enough his scent would permeate rooms and make him smile when he walked into them. But he didn’t want it more than he wanted Tristan’s words, rushed in a voice messages and often too formal in emails, and in perfectly composed lectures full of masterful analogies. And not just for him, but for other people who needed to hear they didn’t have to be trapped by the vicissitudes of chance, that their bodies could be coaxed into allowing them enough freedom to find happiness—for without freedom there was no happiness possible. The distance would be harder, but it did not mean more than their closeness.

Rule number two of hockey: keep your head in the game, and don’t think about how fucking hot the team captain is.

I’m lifting, listening to Captain Hook by Megan Thee Stallion, when there’s a hulking presence behind me.

Rule number one of hockey: don’t fuck with the goalie. And it’s nice to know this new team has my back. I’m back on my skates when Alexi palms the back of my helmet with his gloved hand.

He’s a sneaky Alpha,

You’re making me sound like a cheese tyrant.

When someone loses a spouse, they’re called a widow—like that one simple word makes the act of moving forward with life any easier. But when one loses a child, there’s no word in the English language that is sufficient to describe the hell you experience.

Then he meets my gaze and slams that warning glare upon me again. That I had better not put myself in danger. It’s his way of showing affection, I suppose. You’d better take care of yourself, or I’ll kick your arse. When I hold his gaze to challenge him, he curls a hand around his sword hilt. “If we die in some ridiculous manner, you find me in Valhöll,” Ivar tells me. “So I can express my feelings about it. With an axe.” I scoff. “If you follow me into a ridiculous death, you only have yourself to blame.

Why in God’s name are they so intent on judging my virtue – when I’m trying to tell them that I’ve made allies, that I’m going save their lives? They are chained and held in a Viking siege camp, and still they choose to obsess like this about my sinfulness? God, but I’d forgotten what a bunch of self-righteous bastards they all are.

I don’t know how long it would take me to meet you where you’re standing,” he murmurs. “And I don’t know whether you’d still want me by then. I’m old enough to be your father.” That makes my heart thud. “I can’t tell how old any of you are with your great big beards, anyway,” I tell him, and he affords me a rare laugh.

You’re all idiots,” she hisses. “All three of you. You’re trying to be noble but all you’re doing is risking your lives – being so stupid –” Her voice is catching on her words, threatening tears. “I don’t want to lose you,” she breathes. “Please. I don’t want to lose any of you. Don’t you dare leave me here, don’t go without me – don’t go –

Never in my life have I met another human with such a pure heart who saw the world in technicolor instead of black and white.

An alpha’s bark brought betas and omegas to heel. An omega’s whine demanded an alpha do whatever necessary to fix, destroy, or satisfy whatever ailed us.

Dusty was the first in the line of bikers in booths. He had a young round face, with speckled silver hair, and he broke out into a warm smile as I braved my way closer. Out of reach, but close enough to pick him out in my head. He was the warm blanket, and he looked as though he had the personality to match.

It’s one thing to hear that omegas love a good knotting, but… you should probably do a little personal research. I’m sure we can all recommend her some quality content, yeah, ladies?” Which is how I ended up spending my afternoon watching porn with a group of betas.

It seems impersonal, I know. But science guarantees that if you don’t enjoy the scent, you certainly won’t enjoy the alpha,” Tapp said. “Okay. Right, so I just…get sniffing then?” I asked.

Then you are from a noble family?' 'Noble!' She laughed. 'There is nothing noble about families. Only people. I have met more noble of men in the gutters of New York than I have in the peerage of London.

The more the merrier is about to be my new damn motto.

The three of them moved to the bed instantly. Cam settled against the headboard so I could lean back on him with Ben and Theo beside me.

On the walk to the car, I was either floating or drowning.

I swallowed, wondered if all the alphas could see me trembling, and if now was the wrong time to ask Mackenzie to bite me.

I switch off the radio, hoping that will somehow make the gas last longer.

He doesn't know how lucky he is that I didn't come sooner to obliterate him until he was chunks of meat ground into the floor. It's only because I'm the bigger man and carry actual respect for pack hierarchy. You don't deserve disrespect, not when you're one of the most caring, intelligent, brave Omegas in the pack." He reached out tentatively to touch my cheek where tears had dampened it. His fingers were warm against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. "If he does a damn thing…Aria, I won't let him touch you again. We'll figure it out, okay? This isn't permanent." Without thinking about it, I leaned into him, seeking solace in his strength. He pulled me up to my feet, straightening me as I wobbled a bit. Unable to meet his concerned gaze, I swore under my breath. "Ugh, I'm a mess. I'm sorry. I just need a second." "Shh, it's no problem. You take your time. Don't worry about it or me." He wrapped his arms around me gently, pulling me close until we were chest-to-chest. I numbly wrapped my arms around his slightly squishy waist and nuzzled into him. The scent of his cologne wafted up, mingling with the earthy undertones of his natural musk. Each breath seemed like coming home. His scent was intoxicating, making my head spin with safety, comfort, joy. My nose filled with him. I had smelled him a million times, this was nothing new. But now? Something inside me unclenched, while at the same time, my cells twisted with a new emotion. Something deeper, darker, primal. An urge that unlocked inside me, twisting a sense of familiarity into something so much more. From hot tears to a cellular connection that quaked all the way down to the tips of my toes. My fingers spasmed around him. My mouth both dry and salivating as the same time. Was I losing my mind? Had I finally hit a mental breakdown?

You can’t make me think I ate people and then finger bang me!

There’s my baby girl,” he purred. “Hello, alpha,” I said softly, bending my head for a brief kiss. “Heat’s over.” He smirked. “Oh, I know, you told us last night while I was knot deep.” I frowned, eyes growing wide. “What do you mean?” Bullet’s laugh was loud and Seth grinned at me. “You said, ‘you better finish this one on your own, I’m fuckin’ out of juice.’ And then you went to sleep.” I looked to Mackenzie, who nodded and shrugged, and then shook my head. “No, I don’t remember that, so it clearly never happened.” “Don’t be embarrassed, your alphas were barely hanging on as it was,” Seth said.

I am so fucked.

So fucking vulnerable it made me want to scream.

I wish you could see yourself like I do right now. You are an angel.” His voice was a reverent whisper.

He sighed, staying crouched down. “Sweet omega, you are a gift. Those alphas don’t deserve you. You deserve a pack that will worship the ground you walk on and gives you whatever you want and need. Do you understand?

You’re our mate,” he said, his voice deep and rough. “We’ll do anything for you and want you here more than anything. I’m so fucking grateful we were asked to do the interview because I would murder any other pack that got close to you.

I was so fucking exhausted of being scared and jumpy all the time. Omegas needed touch to survive, but I could hardly tolerate even the slightest physical contact anymore.

We’ll need to be careful and take things slow if she’s scared of alphas,” Theo said, a deep sadness permeating his voice.  I would find out who had hurt her and end them. My alpha was feeling bloodthirsty and wanted revenge for our mate.

Everything in me screamed to pull my mate into the house and lock the door behind her, leaving her parents on the front porch. And then it could start pouring down rain. With lightning. A little electrocution of your enemies never hurt anyone.

I almost shouted, frantically looking around the room as if a How to Stop Fucking Things Up and Upsetting Your Omega You Dipshit manual would appear.

You have to learn to share,” Ben said, his tone adorably sleepy. “I think fucking not,” Cam murmured into my ear.

One of the best parts of being a pack, actually. You don’t have to be everything for everyone all the time. We have different strengths.

His dark brown skin was smooth, despite the dust covering him, and indicated his lineage hailed from a southern land far from the shores of Jatera. It was apparent from his broad shoulders, massive build, and powerful scent—that of cinnamon—that he was an alfan.

It's up to you, the Earth-altered females and now Omega Mothers, to infiltrate the trilota head station with your mates and gain control of the trilota satellites, shutting them down permanently. Only Alpha and Omega mates can do this due to their bond, which was part of the trilota's integration and safeguards on the surface of Alta. It's everyone's only hope." There's

Alta females lost most equality rights as their numbers dwindled. Now, they're bred and exist for the male's pleasure. It’s considered our right to take as needed.

Her fingers at the nape of my neck tightened at the first touch of my lips against hers. It was the end of the world and the start of my life all in one devastating instant.

I look over her shoulder and the guy is just chilling there fucking daydreaming, probably about plain white rice and unseasoned chicken.

Whatever you’re feeling now, trust me when I say that I’m feeling it a thousand times over.

I’ve always considered myself straight, and now it seems kinda silly to have to put a label on what you’re into. I'm into Gus, and I want to explore more of what that looks like.

But honestly, some things are just better left boxed up.

I guess she was going for the pretty princess, underground rave, fuckfest aesthetic.

Red got up from his seed, his heart pounding.

Red gave a jerky nod.

Your blankets may be old but your heart is made of gold.

Healing is a strange thing. There’s still sadness and longing, but they’re no longer as sharp. The memories that once battered me every second of every day have now started to soften around the edges—their strikes morphing into something more along the lines of playful jabs. They fill me with warmth rather than the utter despair they once did.

For so long, I was Arden. Widower. Childless mother. So burdened by my despair that I couldn’t separate myself from the grief-stricken identity that was holding me back. But now… Now, I’m shedding the cloak of the woman I used to be and slowly discovering the woman I’m becoming. Neither is wrong. Just different. And it’s up to me where I go from here.

They wolfed wolfly in the wolf den.

They wolfed wolfly in the wolf den.

Uh-oh, Blossom” I whispered against her ear. “You’ve got me trapped inside this tight, perfect ass. I won’t be leaving. Ever.

FBI is on their way. Shit, Eve, I told you to try and keep her alive!" Rory snarled, glaring at the bodies over my shoulder. "Rory, she was very annoying," I said, turning away from his glare and sinking down to the floor to help Adam pull Jamie away from the chair and the pooling blood.

The man I’d secretly been pinning over for years was tenderly cradling me in his arms, and I was cosplaying as a trash panda.

Can I see you again, baby girl?

Every request I made was an opportunity for it to be held against me in the future. It was safer to have no needs. To demand nothing. Then people couldn’t accuse me of being a burden.

It felt like salvation and tasted like forever.

Oh. Eve was…Eve was crazy. Possibly even feral. Of course she’s feral. She’s an alpha hitwoman.

She hurts me now as a girl who hurts the boy she lead on with smiles and kisses. I will hurt her as a conqueror might.

She is both things. The terrifying goddess and the uncertain, frightened girl. How can a woman manage to be both? How does she manage it in her head?

There is an incomprehensible scuffle. Planking creaks and groans as men shift around me. When I next look up, Thrain Mordsson stands guard in front of me, one deadly sharp axe brandished. Aedan is standing with his hands open and empty, the sharp edge of the axe wedged under his chin. He’s holding his head up, barely breathing as the thin slice of metal presses into his throat.

It's as if she's burrowed under my skin and entered my bloodstream. As if my heart is beating to the rhythm of her name and her name only.

Finis vitae sed non amoris.

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