Aka Tau Omega Novels & Stories

This wasn’t the suburban townhouse Edward had tucked me away in; this was a fortress. As I stepped out, the scent of cedar and ozone hit me—the signature scent of the Aura Omegas . Standard wolves books say Omegas are the weakest link. They don’t mention the Aura lineage—a group so powerful their influence can stabilize entire packs, or bring Alphas to their knees with a single command. They were supreme because they didn't bow down to Alphas or mix their blood by wedding their own to others. I was the one who broke the chain and betrayed the whole group because I blindly thought Edward was different from others. How stupid!

"Well, then. Now you know. Clearly, there are many of you who think she's worth the trouble. That means you've seen what I've seen—her potential. A woman who's never had any kind of training beat all the women who spent their lives training for this." "An Omega can't be Luna!" another Beta-born claims. "That's against the rules!" "I decide what those rules are," I inform them. "The decision has been made." "Cadeon," my father cuts in. I meet his gaze, my anger stirring once more. "Or rather, Alpha Cadeon, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but it is truly against pack rules, the same ones that make you the Alpha of this pack. Without them, we'll have no guidelines. People will do whate

He is sure about some badass Alpha kick his man ass. "Some stupid omega is trying to act all tough on me! I swear to God that if I see her next time, I will rip her apart or sell her ass. Who the hell does she think she is? She is nothing but some random omega." The hurt Alpha, holding his arm, walked into the dimly lit room and kicked something random in the room.

"A daughter of traitors. She was sold and passed through many packs before we acquired her to serve in the elder's quarters." The weight of his words pressed into me, but all I could hear was one thing. Omega. Not even the treason. Not her past. Not the chains of servitude wrapped around her existence. But the single, unchangeable fact that she was an omega. I was sure the Moon Goddess was mocking me right now. Me—Kael, the Alpha King, unmatched in power, revered by all—destined to be tied to a weak, insignificant creature like her? My stomach churned with fury.

But she wasn't her. "The omega is not her. Eudora is dead." This time, Draven's voice was low and threatening and held a hint of warning in it. Cantor knew it was best to leave the matter alone. Perhaps, he would bring up the topic again, but for now, it was time to dig into the background of a very suspicious woman.

Now, it only filled me with disgust. The entire pack had gathered. They stood in clusters; warriors, omegas, elders, and even the young ones. They watched with silent tension. The Alpha was about to reject his mate. And I… I was ready. I took a deep breath as Helen was brought before me. She looked straight into my eyes, daring me to falter. I took my eyes off her and began to address the pack. “ Today, we're gathered to witness an occasion that will bring peace and sanity to our pack. And that is the rejection of my mate and intended Luna.”

Kiara realized that her words had just worsened his mood. "Forget it..." And about the little amount of trust he had in her, it made her hurt more than the rage itself. He trusted Angeline, who was his Luna more than she, who was... no one. Just an omega. In the rules of their world, omega is nothing. The weakest among the rank. No power. Deceitful and liar. His fist slammed on the table, and she was startled by his thunderous voice, it sounded like anyone beyond the glass wall could hear it. "Tell me, Kiara"

If we ever get out of this, snuffing life out her would be my greatest pleasure and the best way to quench this flame of anger that was burning inside of me. “What is this, Alpha Tauren?” I asked, still keeping my voice leveled, the total opposite of what my head was at that moment. “What do you think?” Alpha Tauren sounded like he was having fun. He probably was and even proud of himself for making a fool out of me. “I am still waiting for my Omega which you claim to have in your possession. As you can see, I’m getting old, my senses are weakening and I might have the wrong person.” Sly fox…he knew what he was doing.

Silence slammed into the room. Rune pulled back sharply. Tierney studied me. Then smiled, thin and satisfied. “Oh, we know why,” he said. “Kyra is an rare Omega.” The word struck at my insides in shock. At least, I hoped that's how it was seen. I'd always knew, that Kyra was special or something, because for one, she had a very very weird scent that tasted bitter on my tongue. Omega. Rare. Mythic. Endangered. The room seemed to tilt.

"But I am also my mother. I am also the Weaver. I am the Omega. And I am here to claim my mate." Speaking, she created a new, larger wave of energy, a wave of raw, bare power. The aura, a whirling storm of green and incandescent gold, was a material presence, a push that sent them all away. And then, a sound. A sound of a single, pure, perfect note. A sound of a wolf's howl, but one not of rage or pain. A howl of a single, perfect note. It was the Omega Bloodsong.