Broken Omega Novels & Stories

“What have I done to Georgia?” The city beyond the window sparked with lightning, and for the first time in my life, I felt truly alone. Henry has found the plot and a devastating secret about his roots. He understands the depth of his betrayal of Georgia.

Tan stared down into the glass of whiskey he had in his hand. No matter how deep or how long he stared into the brown liquid, he couldn't get the image of Gabby's face, the last time he saw her, out of his mind. He really messed this one up big time. The memory of Gabby flipping free his hand was engraved in his mind. At what point would the alcohol stop the memories from intruding his thoughts, he often wondered and even after downing shot after shot. Even if he ever survived this phase of his life where he felt like his heart was ripped out of his cage whenever he was sober, his liver might have a hard time catching up.

“I can’t- I can’t just live without her. She’s my life… Please, Daniel, please, do something.” Daniel’s head was down, he couldn’t utter a word. He just kept shaking his head. Fred came from behind, as he tried to remove my hands from Daniel’s collar. “Aiden, calm down.” Fred said quietly. “How do you expect me to calm down when Rose is lying there unconscious. Daniel can’t even doing anything to help. There must be something we can do to save her. There has to be.” I stated helplessly. “Daniel’s voice came out small. “The worst thing is… she’s an omega. Wolfsbane hits omegas worse. They don’t have a strong bloodline. Only a miracle-”

One of our omegas, who just came out of the kitchen, stops dead in her tracks, dropping the pitcher of ice water she was carrying, looks at him and starts to cry. I got up from my seat and rushed to her side, moving her away from the broken glass of the pitcher she dropped, while another omega cleaned up the glass, and asked her, “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” She shakes her head, and softly says, “ No, please not again. He’s going to reject me too. I’m just an omega. I don’t think I can take another rejection, the last time it almost killed me.”

as a kind of anchor, something real and warm and fully itself that other things could orient toward when their own orientation was slipping. The degradation frequency ran through the network and the pack held against it. Not perfectly. At the two-hour mark Magnus felt a wolf on the estate's northern edge lose significant ground .. a young female named Petra, one of the omegas who had been most visibly damaged by Isla's regime, whose pack bond had been strengthening steadily since the Eclipse but was still new enough that the degradation frequency's subtraction could find the places where the growth was recent. He reached her through Corin, who was already moving toward her position with two

He slid one in front of the omega who frowned at it. “Oi, get him something nicer than that," Brite interjected, moving the beer away. “Omegas don't do well with alcohol and definitely not this pisswash. Hey, lady, you got any juice or something?" The beta maid gave the omega a sympathizing look. “We got an omega special, if you like. Nemuri's girl was an omega so she always keeps some handy." “Perfect," Brite replied before turning to raise his eyebrow at his leader. “Oi, Boss. You got to treat your mate right."

It seemed like he knew what he was doing. “Santo... are you one of them too? You don’t have to tell me if you are...I don't want to overstep.” I blurted out softly, breaking my stare from the deck of the boat to look at him for a second. “Yes, but not like him...or like other alphas or betas...I’m an omega, I’m not a complete lycan like my brothers and sisters who share the gene with. I'm the few that can’t embrace our gift like the beta and the alpha. Yes, our bones break and shift back and it continues to do that over and over again on a full moon. Many of us die from the pain alone.” He nervously spoke before nodding. “I said too much..” he mumbles looking up at the sky.

I remembered how he stood in front of me, how he let out this roar to claim me in front of everyone, and how everything went dark after that. My body is still shaking from what happened. I got out of bed. Swung my legs over the side. My knees felt really weak, like they were made of water. I had to keep going. I had to get out of there. If people found out that I am an Omega, my career with the Winter Wolves would be over. If the league found out that I lied about being a Beta, I would be in trouble.

It hadn’t always been that way—I was forced to adapt after repeatedly being physically hurt. “A week at most,” she finally said softly. “A week,” I repeated, genuinely disbelieving. For a simple bruise? “What kind of wolf breed takes that long to heal?” “I’m an omega,” she shot back, still trying to sound respectful, though there was a flicker of irritation beneath her tone. “Even omegas heal faster,” I said, meeting her gaze. She huffed, glaring at me, her eyes narrowing slightly even as she tried to hide it behind that timid facade. “You also went too hard on me. You said it yourself—I wouldn’t be able to walk for days. Even last night, you made that clear.”

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.