Alpha Wolf Vs Omega Wolf Novels & Stories

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? "

Omega's tended to mate with other Omega's, but sometimes they mated with a Gamma, even rarer a Beta. I narrowed my eyes at him, tail flicking nervously. This big, sleek, inky black wolf with amber colored eyes was the future Alpha and this Omega next to him, was almost as big as his brother. This Omega, standing tall, not ruffled in the least, stockier than his Alpha brother and only shorter by a matter of inches was unusual indeed. In an Alpha bloodline there were no Omega's, Gamma would be the lowest the blood would yield. Scenting the air there was no denying their ranks,

“Alpha Collins West.” “Now!” The man yelled, and ran out of the field. The green space was left for them, and they shifted into their wolf form immediately. Alpha West wolf was bigger than Ocean, and it was a brown wolf. His wolf was a lot more mature than Ocean. I thought Ocean’s Wolf was big, but it wasn’t compared to Alpha West. Ocean’s wolf was still growing, and out of the corner of those yellow eyes of his wolf mixed with blue, which made it seem like a blue flame, he was watching me.

It all ended the day she was killed. The thought made me hang limp, subconsciously calculating and charting what the future had in store for me. I would be heavily punished if I ever had this woman. Omegas were seen as whores. And it would be an insult to my pride if I ever mated her …………………………….. “ I’m so sorry girl. You’ve always been the one watching, so I thought you were watching.” the young Beta yelled at her other kind. She turned to me and flashed me an adorable smile, completely concealing the outburst “What do you need Alpha?”

The gray-eyed man turned his attention toward me now. His gaze swept over me carefully, from my worn clothes to the bruises still fading along my arm. His expression darkened. “She’s an omega,” he said. “Yes.” “And wolfless.” Kael didn’t answer that part. The silence stretched. The man studied him carefully before speaking again. “Alpha… this doesn’t make sense.” Kael’s silver eyes flickered briefly toward me before returning to his Beta. “She crossed into our territory tonight,” he said. “By accident?” “No.”

His wolf looked like a starving little puppy that needed medical attention and was not pleasant to the eyes. "Crush him, brother!" I shouted, my voice hoarse. With a deafening howl, James transformed, his massive, white-furred wolf overshadowing Robert's skinny wolf, and I couldn’t help but let out a laugh, and one of his goons joined in on the laughter. I was laughing so hard that water was coming out of my eyes. "I wouldn’t challenge an Alpha wolf with such a bony wolf if I were you." I commented, the laughter making my chest hurt.

“Good. Maybe today you’ll manage not to screw up.” Her words cut, but I swallow them down. I’ve learned better than to fight back. A wolfless omega has no voice, no protection—not even a wolf to rely on. Without a wolf, I’m weaker, slower, an embarrassment to the Bloodfang Pack. Even among omegas, I’m at the very bottom.

My link with Spirit Wolf widened. "The natural wolf alpha male and female are the breeding pair of the pack. If something happens to them, someone needs to step up, which means the others need to practice dominating or being in charge, which means someone has to be dominated. The omega serves that purpose. He gets dominated by everyone but not bullied. Do you understand the difference?" "No."

“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.”

how was that even possible in the first place? A Beta doesn’t bow to an Omega, that’s not how the hierarchy works. Only Alphas, or wolves who are stronger by blood or magic, can force another wolf into submission. So what is that Omega girl? The thought gnaws at me, and soon my worry turns into anger. I slam my hand against the table, my claws snapping out with a hissing click sound while the tables' wooden surface splinters under my palm. Breathing harshly, I bare my teeth at the empty room.