Alfa Y El Omega Novels & Stories

Alex puts is hands on Carlos shoulder and said. "...I don't need blood to be strong or to defect alpha werewolves." Carlos said to Alex. "...and they is something you need to know." Carlos added. "... What's that?" Alex asks. "...Those two ain't alphas, they are omegas." Carlos said to Alex, and he almost laugh.

She wrote it word by word as she spoke. “Are you being racist?” he frowned at her. “What it has to do with an omega? Is my race was any less different than Alpha and Beta in case of smell?” “Of course, you see, when you entered my room this afternoon, you could breathe near the fuming gas, while I, on the other hand, couldn’t. Alpha and Beta’s five senses are more advance than omega’s. An alpha for example could smell a rabbit existence 5 km away without using any mana, and 10 km or more by using mana.” She paused for a while to breathe and then continued. “With this bomb, Alpha and Beta could faint and lose their senses. But the effect won’t be so strong on omega due to their weak sense of

She pulled Jessica behind her and walked out on her own, " Have you said enough? I'm really tired of all your Grade-based discrimination talk. How shameless. " "No one ever seems to doubt the saying that Alpha is by nature the strongest, bravest, smartest, kindest werewolf. Omega is the weakest, most cowardly, stupidest, most vicious werewolf. But I would love to ask you guys, is every Alpha you see in your daily life really that perfect? Is every Omega really that bad? "

Robina replied. "How did you come by this information?" I questioned. "I overheard Beta Nathan talking with Omega Alexia," she answered. She hesitated, then added, "Can I give you some advice? Please keep it to yourself." I gripped my mug tighter. "Promise me." "I promise I won't tell anyone," I assured her. "Omega Alexia and Alpha Ryker were in a relationship. They broke up recently. I don't know why. But everyone in the pack loved them together," Robina whispered. Before I could ask further, a stunning woman entered the room.

"I'm beyond happy not being permanently attached to one person." Her grin widens. "Or apparently five." "Omegas?" I question again. "Sorry." I really am sorry, but this is gold and Val explains it all without judgement. "No need," She waves. "Alphas are dominant, protective, territorial. Natural leaders. Their wolves are stronger, bigger, louder and usually convinced they're right about everything." "Sounds familiar." She takes our mugs and moves to the sink. "Omegas are rarer. Social glue, emotionally bad ass, pack-centred, highly bonded. Their instincts tend toward connection and community."

“Rowan, the bread. Cassian, you’re going too thin. Kevin, tell him to stop tasting everything before it hits the table.” Rowan grins around a stolen carrot slice. “Quality control. The people deserve excellence.” “The people,” Cassian mutters, “will starve if you keep eating the ingredients.” I sit on the counter, feet swinging, chin resting in my palm. For a second, I let myself just watch. The omegas laugh without flinching. The Alphas don’t bark orders or show off their strength—they lift heavy pots when asked, carry trays, and taste the broth offered by omega hands without a blink of pride. The vision’s words echo through me like a quiet bell: Show them the importance of balance.

In Lalisa’s world now, there were only the burning touches and intoxicating scents of the three Alphas. The flames of desire had been lit under the cool rain, and it seemed they would soon burn everything to ashes… starting with the little Omega who was trembling in the middle of a circle of three hungry predators.

Her nostrils flared, threatening to turn me into dust if I wasn't careful. My mouth fell wide open yet no words proceeded as I trembled in fear. I knew what I wanted to say but didn't dare utter those words; if not, I would be inviting trouble, and quite honestly, that was the last thing on my mind right now. "Cat got your tongue?" "I would never do that ma'am." She snorted, turning her eyes to stare at my friends who were also looking like deer in headlights. "All of you are grounded especially her. Let's see how you managed to make my sons think that you are suddenly special. You are nothing but an Omega that doesn't deserve any ounce of love!" She blasted.

Unlike alphas and omegas, betas didn't have ruts or heats, which made their lives simpler and less tied to their instincts. Omegas were rare and precious, valued but also vulnerable because of their biology. Female omegas were gentle and caring, often seen as the heart of the family. But male omegas were even rarer, with delicate beauty and the special ability to bear children. However, omegas went through heats, and these were the times when they became overwhelmed with need and relied on others, especially Alphas to help them.

You wouldn’t believe what happened next! Alpha Genesis’ POV: “You’re going right?” My beta asked me, staring. “I’m not sure it’s appropriate, Dickson.” I said. About 2 weeks ago I had gotten an email saying I was invited to an omegas birthday party. I didn’t think it was appropriate to go to someone’s birthday party that was in my pack unless I actually knew them. I definitely did not know this one. Also, everyone would expect me to go to their birthday parties if I show up to hers. Wouldn’t they?…