Always Omi Novels & Stories

Damon laughed as if I was funny. I can't lose here because even though I'm an omega, I'm strong! I will not let myself be defeated in front of Amoux. Being an omega is a big shame for him, so I have to be good at fighting. Who said that a personal doctor can only do treatment? Because I'll make sure I'm different.

Irene “Happy birthday,” I whisper to myself as I smooth down the hem of my faded dress. Eighteen. Today is the day the Moon Goddess reveals my mate. The day Omegas like me finally get a chance to belong. My heart hammers as I step into the great hall. Alphas and Betas tower over me, their laughter loud, their arrogance filling the air like smoke. Omegas linger along the edges, silent shadows. That’s where I usually belong—unseen, unwanted. But today is different.

I could feel the triplets’ eyes on me, their presence overwhelming, and the bond snapped. “Look at me, Rebecca” Damien said, his voice softer but still strong. My name sounded so amazing coming from him, and I loved the way it made my skin tingle and heart race. I lifted my eyes, meeting his gray gaze, and the bond ignited in my chest, taking my breath away. Kael’s dark eyes were on me too, and studying my figure, while Lucian’s held a mix of curiosity and something warm, that made my heart race. Magnus stepped forward, towering over me. “This is a mistake,” he said, his voice cold. “You are an Omega, and you can’t be their mate.”

Everyone waited with hopeful anticipation, wanting to know how he would explain this to Amber, who clearly appeared upset and confused. Zack turned to his friends, seeking support in their gazes. However, all he saw was confusion on their faces. Emily, who had been looking down, felt increasingly pressured by the situation. The “omega” label that Amber had placed on her for so long continued to haunt her thoughts. Although she was the daughter of the Alpha, that small and powerless feeling remained firmly attached to her.

She glares at me, hurling a pan that strikes my chest and makes me stoop. "Really, who do you think you are speaking to? I am your future Luna, so stop talking, you omega!" Her voice was heard clearly. As the weakest members of the pack, omegas are more prone to injury, fatigue, and weakened immune systems than warriors, deltas, gamma, or betas. Being called omega should not feel insulting because of what she is referring to, but because of what she is referring to, it hurt me. The pain in my chest felt like something had broken in that frying pan.

the fairly old man smiled and stood very close to Angela. Angela had been bound to a chair with shackles. It was very tight that she couldn't move a limb. "Hello, the Omega" the fairly old man greeted her and laughed. "My name is Malcolm. I'm very sure you know that before lurking around my house" he shook his head. "There is a misunderstanding. You are making a mistake. I am not lurking around your house" Angela pleaded. "Is it also a mistake that you are an Omega?" Malcolm asked quickly.

I should be worried about my shift, but I can't stop thinking about what Jaykob said to me earlier tonight. Micca is an omega. A trait inherited by one of his parents, most likely his mother as her firstborn. Male omegas are rare nowadays. They were the first to be killed off when the world went to shit. The packs only kept the females to use them as breeders. High-rank females don't often make it through their pregnancies, but omega females can have kids back to back throughout their life spans without any problems.

In my world, Omegas were almost non-existent and the few that did were seen as some sort of game for the high-rank wolves to catch and boost their egos. Omegas are basically humans but with wolves. Submissive and compliant with pup carrying and bedwarming as the only thing they are good for. It was the only thing I would be good for if I failed to find my mate and I think I already botched that tonight as almost everyone found their mate tonight.

I asked quietly. Kenji gasped. "You know?" I nodded quietly. "Yes. I am an Omega. A rare Omega." "Ah!"

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