Define Omega Male Novels & Stories

As my friend pulls Finn’s outstretched hand back, Owen replies, “He is my mate. He is my omega.” WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!!!! My mouth falls slightly open as I glance back and forth between the two. Granted, the boy is cute. His light brown wavy hair and soft round cheeks are practically begging people to hug him, or at least, to pinch his face. I must admit he is slender, just like a girl, but I would have never dreamed in a million years that Owen would end up with a male omega. Shoot. Up until a few years ago, I didn’t even know male omegas even existed.

To them I was just a pawn and since I was diagnosed as an omega, all of my future plans would have 'being sold' in common. That was pretty much the fate of omega borns like me. When you are born an omega, you have only two choices. Omegas could give birth to dominant alphas, be it Male or female. That's why we're wanted by the elites to carry out their legacy of alphas from their clan.

"A what?" He laughed. "An Omega man. He doesn't care about being seen by his peers as the toughest, smartest, most popular." "Like the typical alpha," she commented. "Exactly. Omega men have a resourcefulness and cunning to get the job done with their own skill. They are all things alpha and more." He swallowed some coffee. "When I left for the Marines, my father gave me a tiny pin to wear, the Greek Omega symbol. He told me to carry it into battle and use it as a guiding force in my life. It gave me strength without wearing my ego on my sleeve."

In my world, Omegas were almost non-existent and the few that did were seen as some sort of game for the high-rank wolves to catch and boost their egos. Omegas are basically humans but with wolves. Submissive and compliant with pup carrying and bedwarming as the only thing they are good for. It was the only thing I would be good for if I failed to find my mate and I think I already botched that tonight as almost everyone found their mate tonight.

"I don't want you to immobilize yourself and complain that you can't work..." Grumbling to myself. I decided to go down to the kitchen where a few other Omegas are cooking as well. One of the perks of being an Omega: You must learn how to cook— fast. Which is what I hate the most. I'm toasted. Crash! "Another?" A male Omega, probably someone's mate, glares at me, his Italian accent flaring. "You broke another plate?!" "Sorry!" I said, hurriedly picking up the pieces. "It just happens!"

I had just shifted for the first time a week prior. Her father from the Omega pack had come running through the woods looking for her. She had missed curfew and had lied about where she was going with the much older Max. Her friends who had been concerned warned her father about where she was going. Omega girls are special, they can enhance a male shifter's powers, which means every male shifter wants one. Fated mate or not. They are a fathers worries and a man's calm to move forward in his pack with an Omega she-wolf by their side. The father had immediately started beating the shit out of Max, and Max was just taking the beating, not lifting a finger.

Above him stood three dark shapes in the moonlight. Wolves. But not from his old pack. Their scent was strange. “Please,” Aeris croaked. “I don’t know you. I didn’t do anything.” “We know who you are,” the tallest one said. A woman with a silver braid knelt beside him. “The scentless one. The omega who shouldn’t exist.” “Then you know I’m not worth killing.” “That’s where you’re wrong,” she said, drawing a knife that gleamed in the moonlight. “Your death is worth everything.”

Because going back is not an option. It never was. My fingers tightened around the edge of my seat as another thought slipped in. Omega. The word sat heavy in my chest. Not just any omega. A male omega. Something that wasn’t supposed to exist. Something my mother spent her entire life protecting. She told me stories when I was younger. Not bedtime stories and definitely not the kind that made you sleep peacefully. Warnings. Truths wrapped in fear. “In our world,” she used to say, her voice low, careful, like even the walls shouldn’t hear it, “male omegas don’t get a life. They don’t get a chance. They are killed the moment they are born.”

Jeremiah sighed, “The Brothers… they’re actually my soulmates, all three of them…” Tobias was shocked, “B-but how could that even possibly happen?” Even the case was rare, unlike other races, omega male was quite versatile. When they have the same sex soulmate, one of them could act as the ‘woman’ and will harbor the child. That's why Tobias did not surprise if Jeremiah probably had a male soulmate, what shocked him was Jeremiah had alphas soulmates.

It was their choice to stay or not. But that wasn't the problem. The problem was that my mate existed. What was worse was the he was an omega, the symbol of weakness in any pack. I was a strong alpha, there was no way I could have such a weak werewolf for a mate. "Why don't you just reject him," Carina, my Beta whispered in my ear. She was the only one who actually knew what was going on as I sent the other guards away. I felt that I could only trust Carina with a situation like this.