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    Omega's Flight
    Omega's Flight
    Omega's Flight
    Ebook52 pages42 minutes

    Omega's Flight

    By Noah Harris

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    A Steamy M/M (gay) novel for a mature audience only.

    A former pack Omega, Aiden, tired of living at the bottom of the rung, treated like dirt and a slave, has escaped the fixed life of werewolves to roam around the strange world of humans. The city isn't the forest, and adjusting to it is rough. After meeting another of his own kind, a rather friendly and upbeat wolf by the name of Lance, Aiden finds himself in the midst of a dangerous feud. They find themselves bound together in a battle for their lives and in order to survive, Aiden must find his true self. Will he find it, or will they both perish before their passion for one another is known?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBooks Unite People
    Release dateMar 6, 2017
    ISBN9781540149695
    Omega's Flight
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    Noah Harris

    Visit my website to find more about me. www.authornoah.com

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    Omega's Flight - Noah Harris

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    The place stunk. There was no way around that. Fenrir understood that human senses weren't as good as his own, but how the hell could humans stand the scents that hung around like a poisonous fog in their cities? If it wasn't the awful stench of oil and gas that hung around the streets, it was all of their cleaners and these perfumes that they wore. As if somehow these false scents were preferable to the more natural scents around them. It all smelled like poison to his nose. Some of it was sweet smelling, but poison nonetheless.

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    Aiden hated the human cities and all that they contained. If it wasn't the smells, it was all the noise and lights that never seemed to silence. Cities didn't sleep and you couldn't count the stars in the heavens, or track the path of the moon across the night's sky. The people were rude, pushy, and greedy humans that feared nothing outside the gilded halls of their homes, or of this metal and concrete jungle for that matter. Humans had built this place to feel safe, and like cowards, they had succeeded.

    Not that he had a lot of choice in the matter. Werewolves weren't exactly the most understanding of creatures out there. Leaving the pack didn't exactly work well for most wolves, and even less so for the poor bastard that was at the bottom of the rung. He thought it rather stupid that anyone would stay to remain at the bottom, and yes, it had taken him almost a decade to get fed up with it and leave, but at least he'd left. He might be wandering a strange human city that he didn't have the knowledge to navigate, but at least he was free of being treated like dirt, like some toy to bat around or who the hell knew what whenever someone higher than him felt the urge.

    Which was exactly why he was in some dingy little bar in a rundown part of the city, rather than out in the wild where he was used to being. Weeks of being shoved out of one territory to another had eventually brought him to this stinking city, with all its pushy humans. He couldn't even act like a decent damn Wolf in this place, which was the only way he really knew how to act half the time. He really didn't feel like getting thrown in jail all over again. If the city smelled bad, the jail was even worse.

    The scent caught his attention before he saw anyone, his head jerking up from the whiskey sitting before him to glance around the dimly lit bar. Filled with its normal assortment of rundown patrons and regular alcoholics, he didn't spot anyone out of the ordinary from his booth in the corner. Then, a laugh, high and unfettered. Not the kind of laugh you expected to hear in a place that seemed more likely to house the broken and angry.

    From just over the partition nearby, he spotted a pair of blue eyes watching him, crinkled at the corners as they passed around so he was in full sight. The stranger was almost a full head shorter than he was, dark blond hair that seemed about ready to spring away were it not for the short length it was kept at. He held a beer bottle loose in his hand as he watched Aiden without a care in the world. Aidan didn't look his best. He knew that. His normally well-kept dark hair was longer than usual and mussed, dark rings circled the shifting hazel eyes. With the size and bulk of the man, he looked positively dangerous and yet this man didn't seem to notice at all.

    So they weren't kiddin', the man spoke finally, his voice almost easy, almost playful, and with a southern twang that he couldn’t quite place. He set the bottle down on the table before Aiden and plopped down in

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