Am I An Omega Novels & Stories

I jumped at Damien's voice as he stepped out of the shower, his hair dripping water down his broad shoulders to his smooth well-muscled chest down to his abs and that deliciously tempting vee that led to– I looked away. Focus, Kiara, focus. How embarrassing that I couldn't see him shirtless without losing track of my very important thoughts. I asked him the question on my mind. "What am I doing here?" He opened his wardrobe like me being in his room was a regular occurrence. "You went into heat." What? Heat? How? I didn't have a mate. A heat was basically the female werewolf's body announcing it was the best time to get some action. It was accompanied by pain and well, heat.

"A what?" He laughed. "An Omega man. He doesn't care about being seen by his peers as the toughest, smartest, most popular." "Like the typical alpha," she commented. "Exactly. Omega men have a resourcefulness and cunning to get the job done with their own skill. They are all things alpha and more." He swallowed some coffee. "When I left for the Marines, my father gave me a tiny pin to wear, the Greek Omega symbol. He told me to carry it into battle and use it as a guiding force in my life. It gave me strength without wearing my ego on my sleeve."

I stuttered in response, hurrying to join him as we entered the packhouse. “Do you have any hobbies?” he asked. I shook my head. “Nope. I was an omega. Omegas are not allowed to have hobbies.” “And who made that rule?” I frowned. “The alphas of the pack. Omegas are not allowed anything other than their work. No time to play or wander around. That is how they do it. Only the alphas are allowed to have something they love.” “Do you have something you love doing?” he asked as we entered the packhouse, and my heart skipped a beat.

"I am sorry... I am just..." "You are too kind for your own good sometimes! Being an Omega does not automatically make us vulnerable! Not all omegas need to be protected! Just because she's an Omega does not mean you should be so lenient! In fact, I am starting to worry about the future of Klayne Corp. if you don't change that side of yourself."

At seventeen, I weighed more than every other average teenager in my school and my own pack as a whole. Yes, I was the only plus-sized wolf in all of Bluecoven’s pack and even worse, I was an Omega. The lowest in the hierarchy. A pushover of a species that is the one and only embodiment of weakness. 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.

“By law, the Omega Centre needs to tell any Alpha interested in me as a mate about my past. Most of the alphas I met change their mind the moment they are told about what. . .what he did to me.” “S-Sin—” “I was born an Omega.” Her eyes darted over my face. “All your kids will be born Omega,” she muttered softly. “Yeah.” I stood and walked over to my closet. “Do you understand the term breeding machine now? Once they find out that I won’t be able to give them kids right off the bat, they walk away.” “What about Jackson?” she asked. “He hasn’t run off.”

My body trembled as I looked up at the priestess, hope burning in my chest despite the agony. But the look on her face made my stomach drop. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “You are an Omega,” she said, her voice as cold as the wind. The words hit me like a blade to the heart. “No,” I said again, louder this time, scrambling to my feet. “That can’t be right. My mother was a Beta—my father is a Beta! I can’t be—” “Omegas are rare,” the priestess interrupted, her tone clipped. “And not in a good way. You are a liability to this pack. A curse.”

Amelia immediately blushed and protested. “W-We haven’t talked about that kind of thing yet, Mia! Calm down. Besides, I’m planning to be a lone wolf. I’ll just live among mortals—we’re not that different anyway. I’m wolfless and an omega,” Amelia replied. But Mia had already stood up and grabbed her arm.

I say . I didn't want to push him to reveal secrets that weren't even his . He nods . " It's better that way . " " But can I at least ask what an omega is ? " As if it wasn't obvious already , my knowledge of the supernatural world is quite limited and I don't even know the most basic things . Ugh . Why didn't dad let my trainers teach me things besides vampirism ? It's ridiculous . Knowledge is power is it not ? " An omega is a wolf who never turned . They're more like humans than wolves honestly . " He shrugs , not seeming to make a big deal out of it .

Like he could see through me. “You’re an omega,” he said. I blinked. “I’m a what?”