Chi Omega Reputation Novels & Stories

"We're sorry. We'll pay you back somehow. We'll work for you, do whatever you want—" "What I want," I said, selecting a particularly sharp blade from the case, "is for you to understand the consequences of your actions. You see, gentlemen, I have a reputation to maintain. When word gets out that three nobody alphas attacked my omega and lived to tell about it, it sends the wrong message." I tested the blade's edge against my thumb, drawing a thin line of blood. "It suggests that I'm weak. That my protection means nothing." Thomas Wayne was still trying to maintain his defiance, even hanging there like a piece of meat. "Your omega? That little slut isn't worth this trouble. You want to know w

"His mother. Was she an Omega, a gamma, an Alpha's daughter…?" "An Omega slut. How bad is that?" Ray makes a facial display of disgust. "Real bad." I nod. I can't even imagine it. Being born by an Omega is one huge curse, but an Omega slut? Now that's worse. Poor Keith. "Being the child of an Omega slut leaves a lasting stigma. Keith might be one of the Alpha's sons but he's not respected as such. Your brothers won't stop taunting him about his fucked up background, making him feel more miserable. I don't pity the dude. He's way too mean and a cold asshole too. I just…hate your legitimate brothers more." Ray finishes, glancing in the other direction.

“Do you know her? She asked. Cat rolled her eyes. “Gosh, you guys are embarrassing. She’s my friend. She stayed the night. And why didn’t you guys tell me you were coming this morning?” Her dad ignored the last question. “When did you start having friends?” “And do you know who she is? She’s the girl who attempted to kill our alpha,” Her mom joined the conversation again. “Her charge was dropped last night, you can check the internet,” Cat explained. “Well, charges dropped or not, I don’t want her in my house. She’s got a bad reputation, and might I remind you that she’s an omega? Her kind are thugs.” “Mom!” Cat exclaimed in annoyance. “Are you being serious right now?”

“The next was a bit difficult, but I improvised—the Zeta. I took the Greek word ‘Ζωή, Zoe’, which means life. I decided to assign them people who had shops with food, water, clothing, entertainment, and generally everything that has to do with the sustenance, retention, and betterment of life. How do you like that?” “Clever. And I’m wondering about the other two letters you showed me…” “Well, it’s just one—the Eta (Ηη) rank. Well, to them, I brought up all the Omegas. I hate the word Omega, David. It’s the last letter. To me, that is humiliating and resembles being a slave. And I demand the behavior of the ranked wolves towards them to be improved. Don’t you think I didn’t catch the fact tha

Every inch the woman who belonged in this hall more than Hazel ever could. “Elders of Silvermoon,” Ella began, her voice echoing in the high chamber. “We are gathered here tonight under the law of the First Pact. A law that has kept our kind safe for centuries.” She turned, and her gaze landed on Hazel like a blade. “We have in our midst an unmarked omega. A woman whose bloodline is stained with betrayal. A woman whose presence has already brought poison and death to this pack.” The murmurs started immediately. Hazel kept her eyes down. If she looked up, she’d see the doubt. The fear. The judgment.

"The little Western omega who got lucky on the mats today. Enjoying your fifteen minutes of fame, sweetheart? Or did you just come here to look for a real Alpha to clean up your mess?" "She probably used a hidden blade," another one chimed in, slamming his beer mug down so hard the amber liquid sloshed over the rim. He laughed darkly, his eyes raking up and down my red dress. "Everyone knows an omega’s muscles are built for submission, not combat. She must have cheated. It’s pathetic, really. The Western territory must be completely desperate if they're sending street trash in sunflowers to represent them."

I didn't hide my smirk. "Kaden Blackwood" I said as I stepped into the center of the room. "I am here as acting representative of the Blackmoon Pack for this year’s summit." Some older Alphas nodded. "You look like your father" one said. "Tobias was strong. You have his eyes." "And his charm" another said with a laugh. I smiled. "I hope I don't have his temper." Some of them chuckled. I felt their eyes on me. They were watching me. Kinda judging me.

Young wolves flirted and laughed. Normal. Happy. Exactly what a pack should be. I moved through them, accepting compliments on the dress, answering questions about the Luna conference, playing my role flawlessly. Then I saw Sophie Chen. The ten-year-old omega girl from the school she visited stood near the wall with her mother, Susan, both of them looking uncomfortable in the crowd. They wore clean but worn clothes, and I noticed other pack members giving them a wide berth. Omega segregation wasn't official policy. It didn't have to be. The hierarchy enforced itself through a thousand tiny acts of exclusion.

“But what about my reputation?” I blinked. “What?” “You asked me if I’m worried about my reputation… what about it?” “Oh… I’m an Omega… Caleb didn’t want me because I’m a nothing Omega. Aren’t you worried people will talk if they see us together?” He raised his brows, his fork halfway to his mouth. “Do I look like someone who gives a shit what people think?” I raised my gaze to look at him. “I mean, you’re an Alpha,” I told him as if that was answer enough.

He could ruin her life with a single stroke of a pen, all while maintaining his perfect, polished reputation. "I have a perfect GPA," Gia said, forcing her voice to stabilize. "My compliance is in my grades. Now let me out." Leo studied her face for a long, silent moment, his gaze dropping to her mouth before rising back to her eyes. A slow, infuriating smirk touched the corner of his lips. He closed the folder with a sharp snap, stepping back just enough to allow her a sliver of space. "We'll see about that," he said, adjusting his posture with a casual grace. "The Alpha Chi house. Nine o'clock. Don't be late, little girl."