Alpha And Omega Wolves Novels & Stories

Elder Zac continued, “he will no longer hold the title of Alpha. He will return to the rank of a normal pack member. An omega, if necessary.” My eyes widened. An omega? That’s the lowest rank in a pack. Omegas were not too respected and they were far from being leaders. They were treated more like helpers, sometimes even ignored. That’s crazy, I thought to myself. Was that even allowed? Could a whole Alpha be reduced to an omega? That seemed too harsh. I had only ever heard rumors of something like this happening, of alphas being stripped of their rank but I had never actually seen it happen. I never thought it could happen to someone like Kaden.

Omegas were the commonest tier, and like Deltas, it was totally random being an Omega. There were major differences between the three tiers. Alphas had red eyes in their wolf forms, Deltas had orange eyes while Omegas had yellow eyes. Alpha wolves were larger in size, and the strongest, while Delta wolves were smaller, but faster. Omega wolves were the frailest of them all. They often had issues turning to their wolf forms as they got tired often. Alphas also had the ability to talk with everyone via a mind link when in wolf form, but Deltas and Omegas couldn’t. I mean, they could talk with the Alphas, but not with other Deltas or Omegas.

Pulling up my phone, I texted Silas. ‘I might do some meddling with the fates.’ Once I sent it, I set my phone down and turned it on silent. “So how do we start?” Charles asked and I smiled. Taking a deep breath, I looked past the two of them. “Charles, how familiar are you with Omegas?” Sam froze for a second and looked at Charles. Charles closed his eyes for a moment and crossed his arms. “I am aware there are four main genes of wolves, as well as hodgepodge of just garden variety wolves.” I laughed at his analogy but let him continue. “You have Alpha, Beta, Gamma, and Omega. Everyone else that doesn’t fall into that ends up being just normal.”

I wasn’t impressed by this and wanted to know who it was. In our world, the highest-ranking wolves are Alpha’s with their large black wolves, Betas come next with a smaller gray wolf, then the Gammas with their white wolves. At the bottom are the Omegas, but it's only because they have small wolves with any color pelt. The Omegas outnumbered Alphas, Betas and Gammas massively. “Let’s go in and get homework done while I make everyone dinner. Can you three gentlemen hunt down the table leaf and extra chairs when you’re done?” Cat asked.

It's the signal to stop and hold position. Jorge’s soft, brown wolf stands side by side with Erik, panting. He's the only omega to run with the group, had insisted, and all things considered he's kept up well. With one glance at Erik, Ricardo yips once and waits for the head alpha to nod his head once before he spins on the pads of his feet and continues climbing the mountainside. He doesn't expect to make it too much farther before he runs into a patrol. If his brother is smart, he’ll have pairs of wolves rotating guard.

We faced each other across the table, our wolves pushing to the surface. “Calm down, the both of you!” Alpha Harald also stood, followed by my father, who gripped my shoulder. ‘Don’t fuck this up, Connor,’ he growled through the link. ‘We don’t want to piss them off.’ “With respect, Alpha Shawn, these are the omegas willing to offer their services to you. If you don’t want them, then we will have to come to some other agreement.” Fuck him. No matter what my dad said, I won’t tolerate this kind of hostility from this asshole.

I said, "Alpha is the leader. He is the one who sets the laws for the pack to obey. Luna is the Alpha's mate for life. The Luna looks after the well-being of her pack and mate. Then there is the Beta and the Beta Female. They are second to the Alpha and Luna. Our Beta Female helps me in everything I do. His Beta takes over the pack while he is away and helps him with everyday duties and paperwork. The pack Gamma is responsible for the security of the pack, setting up patrols of pack territory every day, and trains the warriors. Omegas used to be treated as the lowest of the low. They used to be treated as slaves. They are actually the work horses of the pack. They keep the pack fed and clean

"And now, we finally have one born into our pack again. According to the witches, this marks the beginning of the most prosperous era in pack history. And your pups will be even stronger." She had to be insane. "Are you sure you haven't been scammed, Mom?" I rolled my eyes. "Since when does an omega bring anything to the table?" "Since the beginning of our kind!" she barked. "The first two wolves were alpha and omega! Their children were alpha, beta, and omega! Each one is as important as the other!" I stayed quiet, teeth grinding. "And if you still doubt it," she added, "I dare you to name one time the witches have been wrong."

Werewolves, I typed in my browser. I pretty knew much about werewolves, the Alpha was the leader of the pack, the most strongest and attractive followed by the Beta and the Deltas, Zetas or Gammas. The Gammas were warriors, the rogues were mostly wolves that was thrown out of the pack or wolves who lost their mates. The omegas were the lowest in the pack and usually served the pack. Some packs treated them as non existent Then I suspected that the maiden wolves were omegas. There were the theta wolves and they were primordial wolves, they are very strong and was believed to be half humans. They are second to the alphas in strength and power and if possible they were stronger than the Alphas.

The crowd was gone… There was only an ocean of wolves… gray, silver, brown, black, and golden eyed, all massive, all radiant beneath the sacred light. And at the center of it all was Damon the Alpha. His transformation had not been like the others, not when he was the almighty Alpha of the pack. He simply bowed his head, closed his eyes, and let the shift consume him like it was supposed to. His body stretched upward, and muscles surged with a raw, terrible beauty. His wolf stood taller, darker, and more powerful than any other as his eyes glowed like molten fire. He lifted his head and howled into the night, a powerful sound echoing with a dominance that was so absolute that it made even th