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Krish Butala believed himself to be the typical college student until his latent werewolf abilities unexpectedly manifested. This came as a big surprise since he was bitten by Josef Cartwright nearly two years ago, and nothing has happened to him in all that time. Krish has to learn how to navigate through his new life without a pack.
After accidentally killing a fellow college student, Krish has to figure out how to cover up the murder. He is grateful for all the help Tyler Turner, his roommate has given him, but he isn’t entirely sure he can trust Tyler, seeing that he is a witch. Tyler’s brother Derek and the rest of the witch community don’t trust Krish, and they’re keeping a close eye on him, which makes being a nascent werewolf that much harder.
Krish is plagued with haunting, vividly sexual dreams of Josef, his progenitor, which leaves him questioning his decision to leave him. Krish is surprised to find help in the most unlikely of places. An elder werewolf named Luther from another pack. Luther helps Krish and promises to protect him. But at what cost? Krish has to figure out who he can trust and find his path on his own.
The Omega is an exciting M/M erotic thriller about werewolves, witches, and other supes.
Publisher: Independently Published
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Tropes: Becoming a Monster
Word Count: 69,153
Setting: USA, Connecticut
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
Tropes: Becoming a Monster
Word Count: 69,153
Setting: USA, Connecticut
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
KRISH ANXIOUSLY PACED the basement, trying to come to grips with what happened last night. The cellar was trashed. Krish detested the new normal. He actually turned into a werewolf and went berserk. It sickened him to think he would have to hide out in basements or some other solitary hiding place during every full moon.
Krish heard the car door shut, and he stopped his pacing. Tyler had returned to pick him up. He was not looking forward to that reunion. Krish was mortified by what he had done as a werewolf and wondered what Tyler would think. The frightened look on Tyler’s face last night was seared into his memory. He was guilt-ridden that Tyler left the lake house panicked and hysterical, and there was nothing he could do to put his friend at ease. He didn’t know how he could look him in the eyes when he came downstairs.
READ MOREThe reality of turning into a full-on werewolf was starting to sink in for Krish. Still, it did nothing to alleviate his shame. Krish felt amped up and had difficulty coming down from the experience. His senses were still heightened, and his hearing was working overtime. He heard Tyler open the front door and amble across the living room. When Tyler reached the basement door, he paused, took a deep breath, and let it out to steel his nerves before he slid the cabinet away from the door. Tyler descended the stairs slowly.
Krish watched as Tyler peered around the wall, taking a cautious peek into the basement before taking that final step. “It’s just me. I’m not a monster.” Krish groused and exhaled.
Tyler took that final step into the basement, and his heart broke when he saw Krish, standing shoulders slumped and wearing only the tattered remains of his underwear. Krish looked defeated and withdrawn. “Stop it. You’re not a monster,” Tyler appeased and subtly surveyed Krish’s damage to the room. “Are you okay?” He asked sincerely. He knew it wasn’t an easy night for him either.
“I’m exhausted. My senses are on overload. I can smell you from here, and I can even hear your heart racing. This is so messed up.” Krish groaned as he slumped back onto the sofa.
“Hey, it’s gonna be alright,” Tyler assured and sat next to him.
“How, Ty?” Krish snapped. He looked over at Tyler. “Nothing is going to be the same anymore.” He hung his head.
“We can get a handle on it,” Tyler assured him and gently patted Krish’s bare thigh. It surprised Tyler that Krish hadn’t put on his clothes by now. Instead, he sat beside him in his tattered underwear. Krish was usually more modest, mostly because he was embarrassed by his skinny build. Tyler glanced down at Krish’s brown hairy thigh and had to admit he liked the change. “You’re not the first werewolf in existence. We can get some books and study the lore.” Tyler suggested.
“I’m not the first werewolf,” Krish echoed in a whisper. Tyler gave him a probing look. “It just occurred to me that I’m the last of the Order of the Heegner Prime. All the others have become a whole new species. The tribrids. I’m the last of that dead race,” Krish said hauntingly.
“You’re an omega wolf. A wolf without a pack,” Tyler announced and looked Krish up and down. ‘If the others were still around, they probably wouldn’t have taken him seriously. He’s so fragile, but I bet they would have protected him. I guess it’s up to me to keep him safe now.’ Tyler thought to himself.
“I feel helpless like I did right after Jeet died. I find myself unable to navigate the world, yet again.” Krish exhaled sadly.
“Just like after Jeet’s death, you’ll find your way,” Tyler assured him the best he could.
“How? I know nothing about werewolves, and I’m supposed to be from this royal pedigree.” Krish barked, got up from the couch, and looked at the mess he had created. He picked up a turned-over end table and placed it neatly beside the sofa where it belonged.
“You don’t have to prove yourself to anyone. I think you just took the most important first step. You turned.” Tyler offered and got up to help Krish tidy the room. “Man, that shit looked frightening as hell. I was so scared.” Tyler hugged the throw pillow close to his chest for emotional support.
“The pain was unbelievable, but I felt invigorated and strong. I don’t know what I did as a wolf. That part is blank, but somehow, I know it was amazing.” Krish declared, trying to hide his enthusiasm. He didn’t want Tyler to know how exhilarated he felt, and he tried to downplay the entire incident.
“Well, you tore the shit outta this room pretty good.” Tyler dangled the torn pillow in his hands and said, “You see, this is why we can’t have nice things,” He began to laugh. He stopped when he saw Krish glaring at him. “I’m sorry, too soon, right?” Tyler asked.
“Yeah, Ty, too fucking soon.” Krish barked.
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