Romans & histoires Beta Vs Omega

“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.”

She looks at her beta again and he shrugs. "Why do you think you're scum because you're an omega? We wouldn't be anywhere without our omegas. They make sure we have clean clothes, equipment, fresh food. They are not our slaves. They are pack members who contribute just like everyone else." I just stare at her confused. "No? Omega's are slaves. We aren't part of the pack. We're underneath everyone else." "Who told you this? I think I'd like to meet this person who thinks every pack member isn't equal."

Sergetti patted Matt on the shoulder. "When he was a student, he bit your balls. Now that he is your loyal servant, I wish he severe it from your body" Haynes laughed like the maniac he was. "There had been a lot of development lately that you need to know about. I don't know how scarce omega werewolves are but the only one in your proximity is now bound to me. When I cough, she coughs. If I bleed, she bleeds. And if the war you incited claim my life. You will have to continue your search for another omega. I hope you find one in time before your body will expire and won't be revive-able" Sergetti mocked Haynes. He was just getting him cornered with all his wits.

To make it worse, the top doesn't have an ounce of consideration for what pain he's enduring. True. A beta cannot handle an alpha's lust because scientifically, betas and alphas are not sexually compatible. It would only hurt the bottom if such intercourse is forced. It is a known fact among all people that alphas are only meant for omegas because that's how the tertiary genders dictate the world.

The sound caught in my throat, half-hysterical. “Happier?” I managed, shaking my head. “You’re joking, right? Look at me.” I gestured wildly to my soaked dress, the bucket still rolling near the straw mat. “I’m an omega. A nobody. And you—you’re…” I couldn’t even finish. His smile deepened. “I know who I am, Alisha.” “And I know what’s coming. You’ll reject me. Of course you will. Why wouldn’t you? That’s what everyone would expect.” My voice cracked again, softer now. “It’s what I expect.”

My mate. “Rowan…” My voice broke, the truth spilling out with my tears. “Why are you doing this to me? You know what we are.” His expression hardened instantly. Fury carved deep lines into his face. He yanked his hand from mine like my touch poisoned him. “You think I’d accept this?” His voice dripped venom, each word a dagger. “A wolf-less omega? The murderer of my parents?” He looked over me, every syllable hammering me down. “Don’t fool yourself, Anya.”

Elena felt the heat of King Ethan’s fingers against her chin, a sharp contrast to the biting mountain wind. She did not flinch or pull away. Instead, she met his intense, golden-brown eyes with the same steady, analytical calm she used when monitoring a volatile chemical reaction. "A rank is just a label given by those who can only measure power with claws, Your Majesty," Elena said, her voice quiet but entirely unyielding. "My chemistry works exactly the same whether I am an Alpha or an Omega."

Another asked. "That's why you'll always be weak. How lucky our omegas aren't like that." The beta stepped aside to reveal Zira, as if he was showing off their pack's trophy. "Our omegas can become betas. We'll only keep getting stronger!" All the wolves howled in synchrony. "You're a beta now?" Neoma lookes at Zira with sparkly eyes. /No. Don't. Don't./ Zira looked at her sternly. However, without unleashing her bloodlust and with the pack hyping everyone up with their howling, her glare was useless.