Alpha Knot Omega Novels & Stories

It has been three long days since that dreadful day when Jake put me under house arrest. I haven't seen anyone—not even Cathy or Sophie. I kind of missed them, and it's crazy that I also missed Jake, really badly. Maybe it's the mate pull. I’ve been stuck in my room, Googling about wolves, werewolves, and witches. I learned quite a lot, actually. I learned about mates, the bond, and that the Alpha is the leader of a pack. He has a Beta, who is second in command, and a Gamma, who is third in command. The pack also has higher-ranked wolves like the Delta, Zeta, Eta, Theta, Epsilon, and the Luna, who is the Alpha’s mate. Unfortunately, I also learned that packs have lower-ranked werewolves know

Touch, and be removed. The pack around them had gone preternaturally still, watching the silent power struggle with bated breath. The contrast was humiliating. Kael, their future leader, stood frozen, caught between the ghost of his greatest mistake and the tangible, lethal threat that now guarded her. Luna, the resurrected omega, stood unmoved, her attention already drifting back to the crisis at hand, as if the Alpha’s internal earthquake was a minor distraction.

She could hear them—the wolves of the Knight Clan—their thoughts, their doubts, and their hatred towards her just because she was an Omega and the wolf was dormant. In most of the werewolf packs, only the Alpha holds a permanent, open link to every wolf; it’s how he commands, senses danger, and feels the pulse of the territory. Ordinary pack members are only linked to a few others, like their family, their unit, the warriors, and their closest friends. A private link between two wolves is built like a phone line, which lies between two houses.

His scent hits me, pure and undiluted, a sharp, intoxicating rush of Alpha that slams into my system like a drug, wrapping around me, pulling me under. I whimper, my fingers digging into his shoulders, my body reacting before I can stop it, my instincts finally taking what they’ve been denied for so long. Jacob exhales roughly, his grip on me tightening. “Omega.” The way he says it—low, possessive, certain—makes something inside me shatter. I bury my face against his neck, my entire body trembling, my scent pushing through despite the inhibitors, a soft, sweet rush of peach that shouldn’t be breaking free, but it is.

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.