Always Omi Novels & Stories

I ask curiously. “Many paranormal beings have Omegas. Created by the gods, to be dicked and knotted by the strongest male in the clan.” Viki is so sarcastic the corners of my mouth twitch up.

Before Carla could continue, John interrupted with a puzzled expression, "Omega?" "Ah yes, the pillar of the packs! Omegas are essential; they're not warriors, but they are the lifeblood of the pack. Both male and female Omegas can bear offspring," Carla stated. John burst into laughter, a hearty sound filling the car. "Hahaha, good one, Carla," he said, his gaze fixed on her, only to realize she wasn't joking. His laughter trailed off into a perplexed expression. "Wait, how?" he stammered.

𝗠𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱, 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁. "Do you know who that pack was? It was the pack where Omegas resided. Or should I say, 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗢𝗺𝗲𝗴𝗮 𝗭𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗰𝘂𝘀' 𝗣𝗮𝗰𝗸."

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JOSH POV Now, I have my first question. “Omegas?” I ask. Maddie smiles at me again. She begins to climb the stairs as she answers me, “Omega is a ranking within wolf shifter packs. It is the lowest rank of wolves. Most packs have an abundance of lower ranking wolves, omegas being the most prolific. They tend to be the worker bees. Landscapers, housekeepers, child care givers, teachers, nurses, and doctors; professions like that who are all about care and repetition, emotional empathy, encouragement and care. They have huge hearts, and it is in theirs’s and their wolves’ natures to be attentive and nurturing to the other pack members.

~MIKAEL~ A few minutes after my outburst, O'Lean came into my office. His huge body stood right in front of me. He watched quietly as I dropped the folder on the table. Lately, I have been researching wolves from decades past that had the anticelestial mark and there was something common between them. Their wolves had a downward crescent mark on the side of the arm and they are all omegas. So that leaves us to check all omegas. Although it makes things easier… it would take a lot of time to separate the omegas from the other wolves.

Damon’s POV: Now it made sense. I knew something was off the moment I’d gotten inside the car with her. Her pheromones were too potent. Technically, once an Omega is marked, their scent belongs to their Alpha. It becomes a private frequency, tuned only to the man who claimed them. It’s only supposed to leak during a heat or a moment of extreme distress. But the scent coming off Ophelia wasn't just leaking; it was pouring. My mind flashed back to the phone call with Raymond earlier. The way that arrogant bastard had spoken…. It had sounded like he was contemplating breaking the bond.

The other one stated. "Why? Have you forgotten all of us are omegas?" Raising my eyebrow while I cocked my head sideways. "Yeah, but the uncle of her sister's mate is the beta!" "Oh, please. Spare me the riding of coattails drama!" I want to laugh at them. That is their definition of 'related to the beta and gamma'. Even if one of their friends had a mate that was related or even had just a teenie bit of blood connected with the elites, they immediately claimed to be close.

“A bond is not only to bind us together. It’s to keep everyone safe. Think of it as a…tracker. If we’re not with you and something happens, we’ll be able to feel you, and if you’re close enough, we’ll be able to use the bond to track you.” “But you’ll die if something happens to me.” I cupped the back of her neck. “So that is what is scaring you,” I muttered. “My little omega, life has no guarantees. You have to live life to your fullest and enjoy every moment of it.” “And you also shouldn’t believe everything they tell you,” Michel said. “The statics used by the omega center isn’t accurate.” “They tried to talk me out of spending my heat with you.” I pursed my lips. Of course, they did. I n

They sense the strange magic coiled tightly beneath her skin like a restrained storm. “She doesn’t smell like us,” one of the elders murmurs. “She smells like power,” another answers. I bare my teeth slightly, a silent warning. The murmurs die. Rieka arrives late. Deliberately. She wears silver and white, Luna colors meant to remind the pack of her status. Her chin is high, her expression controlled but her scent betrays her. Fear. Jealousy. Rage. Good. I raise my hand, commanding silence. “Today,” I announce, voice carrying effortlessly, “we begin a bond of protection and claim.” A ripple moves through the crowd.