Alpha Knot Omega Novels & Stories

I scrolled until the words blurred and then snapped back into focus and started taking notes I didn’t need: Alpha: lead, discipline, protect; power = responsibility (Remy, check). Beta: ballast; morale; politics (Jacek, check). Gamma: operations, safety, Luna’s shield (Todd, oh). Omegas: essential, not expendable; keep the house running (Sean, Sharlotte, Banks—hi). Mate bond: sparks, pull, scent recognition; compass not lasso—consent matters. Marking: permanent, public, powerful; not required; up to both.

The posture she used when she was forcing herself not to react. "Alpha-omega bonds," Harlan continued, "are classified as taboo under current pack law, due to the dominance imbalance and the risk of the omega's identity being subsumed. They are, however—" he clicked again, "—the only bond type that triggers full resonance. Complete synchronization of instinct, scent, and wolf response. Essentially irreversible once acknowledged." I looked at Val. She was looking at the desk in front of her. Her hands were flat on the surface, very still.

“I don’t know where to start.” Dad sighs again and shakes his head. “Start from explaining what the hell this omega thing is.” I say gently. “In the werewolf world. There’s another type of hierarchy. Same with how with humans there’s hierarchy of class, where some are middle class and some are high class. Well In the werewolf world, an omega is the weakest and least desirable among them. The Alpha is the highest, followed by his Luna, his beta and then gamma. The omega is always last place.”

The pain hit Alpha Kael Nightfang without warning. It tore through his chest like claws ripping flesh from bone, so violent that his knees slammed into the stone floor of the war room. Maps scattered. A goblet shattered, wine bleeding across the table like spilled blood. Kael snarled, barely catching himself on the edge of the table as his wolf surged to the surface, furious and panicked. She claimed land, his wolf growled. Powerful land. Kael’s breath came in harsh, uneven bursts. “That’s impossible,” he rasped. “She’s an omega.”

“Use the ropes soaked in wolfsbane!” “No! Don't!” I rasped, but my protest earned me nothing more than another wave of mockery. Alpha King clasped his hands together. “A devoted one, isn't she?” The crowd's laughter was his response. “Asena Jortard”—he pointed at me—“is a shadow wolf. Fascinating little creature. An Omega whose mate is one of the strongest Alphas in the history of the continent.” “She is not an Omega!” Kaan roared, still fighting despite the wolfsbane ropes restraining him.

Ana mutters, and my eyebrows shoot up. In a werewolf community there was a strict chain of command, The Alpha and Luna, the Betas, the Gammas, the Deltas, the Zetas, then the Omegas. Zeta's were former Omegas who managed to climb out of the gutters and gain a position of respect of sorts, most slaves were omegas, most normal people were Zeta's, climbing from Omega to Zeta was no easy feat, but then again it shouldn't be something too difficult when you're sleeping with the Alpha's Whore. Karla smirked, clearly basking in the show of respect. "Do you know what time it is?"

“We'll be studying the structure of our society from Alpha to Omega. Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Common wolves and Omega, each rank serves a role in maintaining balance. Remove one and the pack's proper functioning is destroyed. So today we will be focusing on Omegas.” I stiffened in my seat when he mentioned Omega. All these years, my heart still thudded in my chest whenever that word left someone’s lips. My mom had made sure to keep that word out of my head because she doesn't want me to accept that it was who I am. She drove it into my head that I was an Alpha and made me one that I almost started to believe in too.

Because Azura's conservatism and stubbornness caused his anger to explode officially, he shouted: "A werewolf with an Omega attribute like you, do you know how dangerous it is here? An Omega scatters pheromones in front of the Alphas, like a rabbit slowly offering itself to a pack of wolves. Why did you always put yourself in such danger? If I hadn't appeared in the deserted alley that day, you would have been eaten by those fucking Alphas." Azura was amazed; she stared at him with wide eyes, eyes filled with questions. Her eyes were red; tears were pouring out in front of Conal. She slowly asked: "You know I'm an Omega? Since when? The one who helped me in that alley was you?"

It must be killing her to know that everything she's heard came from someone she's supposed to love unconditionally. "I don't know if this changes things, Mars. I probably shouldn't be the one telling you this, but they never made it out of the house. Micca's wolf is-" How do I explain this to her in a way that she can understand? "His wolf is an omega. Omegas are the weakest of us, but they're the most vicious when they align themselves with the right alpha. Add the Warhead and he becomes a machine. Nearly unstoppable. His instincts are wired to feed what he needs.

I'm an Omega. "But I'm an Omega"