Always Omi Novels & Stories

Anja is the Omerian – the female equivalent of the most powerful male Alpha, the Romerian. My father once told me that an Omerian is born but once every one hundred years. The daughter of only a Romerian Alpha or an Omerian herself. Never has it been recorded that such a Romerian and Omerain have ever been fated mates. Hence why an Omerian only comes along once every hundred or so years. If they were to bond, I imagine their daughter would be Omerian also. The power Anja and I will wield in the months and years to come will go down in history.

King Damon's mind links me. "Yes Alpha" I link back. I hardly doubt he will even be there in 25 minutes. Sam and I dont have much to pack. As for Omegas, we are only allowed to wear white t-shirts and black pants. It is the signature Omega look. It will also signify that we are not only omegas but servants as well. The lowest of the low.

Omari His eyes stared blanky forward, the car he was in speeding down the highway from the airport. Omari Scar was in Los Angeles at last. “Alpha Omari,” Grace Atkins gave him a respectful nod and curtsy in greeting. He nodded at her, moving past her and into his hotel room for the time he would spend here. The pack members he took with him had also been given rooms at this same hotel. Best to keep them close, he thought. One never knows what might happen.

While Beta Sentinel were the above-average type of this category that could rival a common Alpha and keep up with a Prime. And for the longest time, the third category, the Omegas were considered to be the lowest and weakest. But the Dominant Omegas had challenged and changed the view of their race towards them in general. Dominants were physically stronger than common Omegas. They were more emotionally stable and if they will, they could keep up with both Prime Alpha and Beta Sentinel.

Before I know it, all my meetings are canceled, I am laying on a bed with a group of doctors around me ready to do the scan and Omario is tightly holding my hand. Him and Titan had a really long debate on who should be physically here. Omario won, but I honestly would have preferred to be holding Titan’s paw. “We missed you Rio. Abi is driving me crazy, it must be the hormones. Please come back home,” my treacherous wolf says and Omario is so pleased, he can’t hide the huge grin on his face. “I missed and love you both very much,” he says charmingly while trying to make eye contact with me.

She turned the chair around to face me and sat down. "My name is Sasha Copperman." "Copperman?" I murmured bluntly while nodding. I don't know why. "Yes, Copperman, my family was part of one of the most blessed packs in the whole of Oceania." "I am really sorry to abrupt you during this whole copper thing, but that's not what I asked you. What am I doing here? Am I dead? Is this the afterlife?. "

It was easier that way. Because whenever I had too much time to think, my thoughts always returned to the one thing I had spent years trying to hide. In this world, people are divided into three secondary genders. Alphas hold the highest status, gifted with natural strength and powerful suppressing pheromones. Betas make up most of the population. They have no pheromones and remain unaffected by Heats or Ruts. Then there are Omegas, the group society considers physically weakest, the ones who are often looked down upon and discriminated against.

Shane replied. Although Shane was an omega, she was really not the same with them. Normally, omega would be very submissive and was tasked to do all kinds of household chores and other things that warriors and combatant pack members can't do. She was glad that she was mated to Dom not because he was a gamma but because she can attend training whenever she wants.

child for a foolish reason. “Do it!” Jeremy barks and Mike’s eyes scrunch close immediately. “Now, what purpose do Omega’s hold, Mike? Since you so blatantly referred to them as ‘scum’,” he asks him, eyes still shut. Mike’s bottom lips quivers and he remains silent, as if with the wrong answer, Jeremy would rip his throat out. “It’s not a trick question, Mike. What do the Omega’s do?” Jeremy asks again, trying to remain calm. “Th-they c-cook, clean, l-laundry..” Mike stammered quietly, wincing after he gave his last word. “Right. They feed us, they clean up after us, they wash our clothes, essentially, they keep the pack running and keep us from being at each others throat. Now im

“Together.” “Are they… interacting with each other?” Lena blurted. “Or just… me?” Calliope huffed with grandmotherly disapproval. “No, darling. This version is all about you.” “Oh.” Lena blinked, heat flooding her cheeks again. “Right. Sorry. I’m just… not an expert in multiple-men situations.” Calliope’s stern expression cracked into sympathy. “I didn’t mean to make you feel inexperienced. I needed clarity. Some triads are… intertwined. I just wanted to know your comfort zone.”