Cute Omega Flowey Novels & Stories

Selene’s POV: It’s been over a week and I was going crazy! I can’t just sit here. It was Claire’s birthday party tomorrow evening and I had to go! After all, it’s been days since I felt dizzy or even took medication. I planned the whole sha-bang, it was my right! I was a wear wolf after all. We heal way faster than normal. I was a good girl, I stayed inside and rested. I let everyone doing everything for me and now it was time to get back to normal. Usually I loved it when I was being fussed and looked after. But after a while I got so fed up with it I was ready to burst!

And with it, the hunt. She placed her hand over her stomach again, this time gently. “You'd be safe” She whispered to the life inside her. “I promise it.” Behind her, Lowell drifted into a restless sleep, his breath evening out. Uriel stayed awake beneath the moonlight, scanning for movement. They had tried to erase her. Now, she would hunt them down. They would face the fury of the woman they created. The omega was gone. And in her place stood something far more dangerous.

My intense dominant Alpha aura felt sharp, making their nape feathers bulge. Suddenly, my sharp eyes widened, my hands gripped the fringe of the couch to shreds. Again, growling low as the sweet, voluptuous scent wafted through my nose, the scent I wanted to remove from my mind was now back. I straightened my body while looking far in front of the stage where Alaric was auctioning off Omega. My eyes widened when I saw clearly the Omega looked fragile with a frightened face as well as cheeks that had been wet with tears.

Lottie's POV I watched as Fluffy approached me, her head nudging at my stomach gently. A cute sound bubbled from her throat. A warm sensation spread through me as Fluffy's touch seemed to resonate with the pups stirring inside me. It was as if they recognised the hellhound's presence, responding with gentle flutters. I couldn't explain how, but despite the cuffs suppressing my abilities, this connection brought me a glimmer of relief. For a moment, the fear and uncertainty faded, replaced by a comforting sense of unity.

She dropped her backpack on the ground, lay down on the green fluffy grass, then looked up at the treetops. Booke was a very perky omega, with a rather curvy body and a prominent butt, capable of provoking envy in any woman no matter if she was beta, alpha, or an omega of her own status. Her eyes were blue, but with the ability to change color according to her clothing. She closed her eyes, letting herself be carried away by the sounds of the birds and the leaves moving as they were brushed by the wind. She smiled unconsciously like a little girl, bit her lip, and sighed opening her eyes, seeing that the sky was turning orange.

The side effect of my long drug induced coma is my infertility, not that I truly want children, but Ace will need an heir. With my nails now dry I make my way to Ace’s office, with the help of Flossy. She is the most obedient little Omega, too bad I know she just wants better standing and to be treated as something more than the Omega-breeder she is. Fossy already birthed two illegitimate children and she is only twenty three. She is designed to be a breeder, like ALL Omegas, including that sneaky little half brother of mine. Flossy helps me into Ace’s office and I look at him behind the papers on his desk. He looks like he could use some stress relief so I wheel myself over to him and run m

Kayola is too dumbfounded to say a word. “It is five in the morning, and you are still sleeping? Come on get into the kitchen and do the dishes!” “But….but it is just five in the morning,” Kayola protests. “You are arguing with me?” she moves closer to Kayola and hits her right in the face. Kayola transforms immediately into her wolf and charges at Cassie. Thank goddess that she has learnt over time to control herself; if not, she would have torn the petrified woman into shreds. Cassie is an ordinary Omega and she is no match for Kayola- not in the least.

CARLA A she-wolf in human form is running as she keeps looking over her shoulder as if someone is chasing her. She's panting heavily as she runs faster. Her hair is as warm as the sun, she has emerald eyes which are as cold and empty as glass as if she has nothing to lose. In a way, maybe I used to look like that back when I was an Omega. I try to look for whoever is chasing her, then behind her, I see something familiar.

she said. It was a really offensive deed breaking the vase given to me by my mate, and it hurt the Omega too. I walked over and reached out for the first aid box. She was an Omega, which meant that she couldn't heal so easily, or not at all, and she was almost human, if not that she had a little wolf whom Tyson felt was gutsier than her.

“It’s Tyrone’s mating ceremony. Apparently, he’s found himself an omega.” Her expression darkened instantly, her face twisting in disapproval. “An omega?” she spat, her lip curling. “A beta marrying a creature as lowly as an omega?” She shook her head, her voice laced with scorn. “What is Tyrone thinking? He could have chosen a strong, influential woman—someone from a powerful bloodline, someone like Hannah.”