Your Omegas Are Mine 1| Euodia's Sun | Omegaverse Apocalyptic Reverse Harem

1: Prologue

💕Hello! Welcome to the new version of YOAM 1. 💕

If you want to read the AO3 BTS version (because they are my muse), you can find me on that site under the same name.

😣Actors:😭

I'm very big on the visual representation of men in my stories so you can imagine whatever hunky dude you like but these are mine-

Park Jimin as Helios

Kim Seokjin as Elysian

Min Yoongi as Icarus

Jung Hoseok as Solar

Kim Taehyung as Rowan

Kim Namjoon as Klaus

Jeon Jungkook as Zen

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  In a post-apocalyptic world where men are Omegas, and women are Alphas...

Crushed by a bus, Quinn should be dead. But she'd woken up in the body of a fictional character— the antagonist in an R21 Boys Love fantasy novel featuring vampires, shifters and fairies; a villainess that had been killed by the main characters.

Quinn knew that she should stay out of their path. That the only way for her to live was to survive in the wastelands—a feat that was not difficult with her newfound ability to cast spells and purchase items from her past.

3 years later and the people come to realise that Omega men could not survive without an Alpha mate; that children were now no longer born; and that too many females had been killed in the war between Alphas and Omegas.

Quinn should be exempted from the Mating Laws. Nobody cared for a Beta—a human-like Alpha that could never satisfy an Omega. Still, they kidnapped her; made her serve the men. But in the elite halls of Azarius, she found the princes of the uprising, the seven overpowered men that had murdered Euodia in cold blood.

Her soulmates.

And as much as they hated her, they needed her to survive.

[YOAM is an Omegaverse Soulmate Reverse Harem set in a fantasy apocalypse world with Sentinel/Guide inspiration]

Prologue

Quinn

There was a sword sticking out from between her naked breasts.

Quinn gasped, and blood spurted from her lips; a wet rush of copper flooding her tongue. Seven pairs of eyes bore into her frame: each wolf-like with a thin sharp slit in the middle instead of round human pupils.

Monsters.

As her eyes adjusted to the darkness and her sensitivity to light dulled, she made out the silhouette of seven naked men. Notably because of light that traced the ripple of sleeked muscle, the dusky rose of pebbling nipples and the thickening beneath their waistline. Despite being rendered faceless from the obscurity, they seemed physically attractive, devastatingly so.

She'd blush if she weren't bleeding to death.

They watched her as she choked and coughed, blood flooding from her lips. It was then when she noticed the hand on the sword. It tightened upon the hilt and the glittering steel was pulled, wet from her chest with a loud bloody squelch. Freed, her body began to fountain with blood. The scythe of the reaper descended upon her neck.

Death was approaching.

"Fucking finally."

There was a chuckle and then another breathy giggle from a voice that dripped and oozed like honey. They seemed way too deliriously happy to be sane. And for that their beauty index dropped a point or two, and then grew some because she might be unhealthily attracted to psychopaths and red flags. For that, her breath quickened, and her heart rate sped, warmth pooling between her thighs.