Chi Omega Reputation Novels & Stories

"You're an omega. Not a hardened warrior. You need this more than we do." Marcus shot to his feet, his fists cracking. "Damn it! The rest of us get half a bottle a day, and she's had six by herself!" "Shut up!" Liam spun on him, his Alpha authority flaring. "Chloe's an omega! She needs special care!" Sofia’s chapped lips trembled. "My daughter needs special care, too, but she's at the Alliance, wondering if her mother is dead or alive!" "That's not my problem," Liam replied coldly.

Chapter 1 “I’m only telling you this, because life can do terrible things,” - Terrible Things by Mayday Parade An Omega is the lowest ranking in a Werewolf pack. ‘O’ is the last alphabet in the Greek Alphabet, so that makes Omega the lowest ranking. I am the Omega/Slave of the Broken Shadows pack. I don’t know why I got this position but they said that it was because I was ugly and unexpected. I don’t know if it’s true because I don’t think I am ugly. I think that I am just average. Being an Omega isn’t easy. The beating when you do something wrong. The words that they say to you get lodged in your brain and don’t want to come out and the bruises.

“Look at her. The Omega who believes she's a queen." The whisper, sharp as a dagger, cut through the gentle hum of the Lunaris Academy hallways. It was merely the first of many. Every face I passed had some mix of pity, disgust, or morbid curiosity etched on it. My public refusal of the bond in the Council Hall had been the pack's gossip for two days. I was no longer the isolated Omega; I was the Omega who had tried to defy the future Alpha leaders.

The most feared Alpha in the northern territories. A man who spent years building Obsidian Keep into something that entire territorial networks moved around. A man whose reputation for what happened to wolves who threatened things he considered his was not exaggerated because I had done my research thoroughly to know the difference between reputation and fact. A child was Inside a rejected omega currently living in Red Claw Pack under Aunt Mara's roof. I turned the full shape of it over. The implications moved outward in rings the way things dropped into still water moved outward. Each ring touching the next and each consequence producing the next

His laughter slowly died down as he looked at us again. “That’s what everyone believes which suits us just fine.” He scratched his chin. “We formed an alliance with an Omega Centre. Legally they can only do so much to help omegas in trouble. That’s where we come in. We protect omegas from danger, and make them disappear if we have to.” His eyes darted to mine. “We don’t hurt omegas.” “How do we know that you’re telling the truth?” “I’ll show you if you decide to accept our help.”

“That has not changed. Doctor B is honored in this pack, which means Chiara is honored as well. If any of you have a problem with that, bring your complaints to me and leave Chiara out of it. That is all.” I turned toward Chiara. She stared back at me with visible shock, as though she genuinely could not believe I would defend her publicly. Why wouldn’t she feel that way? I had failed her in almost every role possible. As her husband. As her friend. And worst of all, as her Alpha. Perhaps she thought my support was temporary. Perhaps she believed I would eventually abandon her again the moment public opinion shifted. The realization made something painful twist deep inside my chest. She was

Aria recognized him from the patrol rosters—small, wiry, always the one sent ahead when they needed someone few would miss if things went wrong. “Garron,” he said. “Omega. Scout.” He scratched at the back of his neck, then dropped his hand, forcing himself to still. “When fights broke out under Rowan,” he said, “I was always in the first group out. They told me I was fast. Tough. Good at not dying.” A humorless chuckle went around the room. “They also told me,” he added, gaze hardening, “that if anyone had to fall, it would be me. Because Alphas are too valuable. ‘We can always get more omegas,’ they said.”

“No she doesn’t. She doesn’t belong here Nasia. Just take a look at her. She’s so under dressed and dirty!” I frown. I did shower this morning. “Mother, I’m just…” “Let me finish”, the queen ordered. “I did my research and my findings have proved that this runt here is an omega. The lowliest of lowlifes and you say she has equal right like we do? Have you forgotten what breed she is? Wolves are not tolerated here! The fact that she is still alive doesn’t man that she is in any way welcome. And shouldn’t you be punishing her instead of encouraging her to walk around like the slut she is and will forever be”.

“Shusshhh... Get out of here, you reek of disappointment and bad luck. I would hate to be associated with a rejected, wolfless omega like you. It’s bad enough that Raymond stained his name and legacy by having an affair with a wench like you. I had to put up with the shame and disappointment when I found out that my man is cheating on me with an ordinary omega with no name and no status.

“Dark Stone? If you’re in this room, then you’re an omega. I feel so bad for you. I’ve heard about how they treat omegas in that pack. Those people are devils, sorry to say.” “Uh…” I scratched my arm. I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t badmouth my pack and worsen my punishment. “Anyway, I’m Chloe, I’m also an Omega here at Night Shadow pack.” “Really? It's nice to finally meet another omega.” I grinned. “How does it feel to be a slave around here?”