Abo Omegaverse Novels & Stories

She always knew when I would talk to her and would get on to me for it. My mom also caught on quickly to the little crush I had on her at thirteen years old. She told me Omegas have one purpose, and that is to serve. She said they are liabilities to all packs and should honestly be kicked out. She said if Hannah Patterson hadn't saved me that day, she would force my father to kick them out. She pushed me to never even speak to Chloe unless I was issuing an order.

I silently wished I could turn the hands of time and rewrite my mistakes. I cried helplessly when I felt a fold metal steel on my neck and my world went blank.

My mind was running faster than my awareness could keep up, as thoughts and questions now flew around inside my head like fireworks. I remembered what I had read just on the cover of the box: "Others rise and fall, but as Omegas we fall then rise. Remember you'll die, but you'll die a million times" I wondered if there were any correlations? But I wondered more, what the hell were all these things doing in Colin's house? The same for the walls of drawings? And drawings of only the Omega mark? Now this eerie box with a strange letter in front, and filled with maps marked out in red and signed in a crescent?

"Alpha, I know you are strong. You tried better than anyone who hasn't used this much power in a thousand years. And my trust in you. But I wouldn't just trust in you, I'm going to bring back the light in you. The light that would enable you to be in your best light. I'm sure Melissa is fine. Valon wants her alive. And thankfully, he'll get her treated and she would be hale and hearty by the time we get her back." Diego tried to assure me. I felt a bit better, although I was still feeling uncomfortable about the whole issue. Why would I allow Valon to take care of Melissa? I couldn’t even keep calm, trying to imagine the fact that he could be somewhere, trying to exert force on her, for sex.

Mathew replied her, his hands to his hips as he stared her naked body, 'How did he not see it before? He asked himself,the panic attacks,the nightmares,he had read somewhere that Dominant omega's pregnancies were the worst kind of pregnancies and they sometimes induce trauma,her awesome suddenly huge tits and extra curves to her body,her extra tommy,not like he was complaining but he just thought she was getting fat from all the lazing she did around,but now that he knew and understood why she is like this he couldn't help but adore her,but before he tells her he needed to do an actual confirmation even though he could see it was true he just wasn't ready to be wrong after getting his hopes

Thomas said. Samuel approached. “You are decaying,” he replied. A pause. Then Thomas smiled. “You are not the first Sun-Omega I have processed. That stopped him. Not physically, But structurally. “That is impossible,” Samuel said. Thomas tilted his head. “Is it?” The bar flickered. And for a brief moment Samuel saw it. Not this system, Not this war. A previous iteration. Another world. Another failure. A Sun-Omega consciousness dissolving into a similar hive architecture. Consumed, Repurposed. Samuel felt something tighten inside him. Not fear, Recognition. “You are not an AI,” Samuel said quietly. Thomas leaned back slightly. “No.

“Planned. All of it.” I reached out and turned the page myself. My fingers left bloody prints on the screen. There was a whole section about Omegas. Rare Omegas. Ones born every few hundred years with power that can break curses or make entire packs unstoppable. My name was not on the page yet, but there was a blank line waiting. And under it, in my father’s handwriting: Raven Blackthorne – last chance or final weapon. I stepped back as if the screen burned me. Ethan grabbed my hand, his palm was warm. “Baby, look at me.”

“Anna—” “No more half-truths,” I cut in, my voice shaking. “No more avoiding the question. I deserve to know what’s happening to me.” He sighed, his expression unreadable. “You do.” I swallowed hard. “Then tell me. What is an omega?” Nolan hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he finally said. “They’re… different from others. More instinct-driven. More attuned.” I frowned. “Attuned to what?”

“But I am also not going to be forced into something I cannot even stand.” His eyes narrow. “Cannot stand?” I laugh under my breath, shaking my head. “I can’t even go close to her.” “That is your condition talking.” “She is a hyper dominant omega,” I say plainly. “Do you have any idea what that does to me right now?” “The doctor already said you can get treatment for your aversion.” I look at him, my expression flattening. “You mean those pills that wear off in seconds? The same ones that are clearly not working?”