Deltas Omegaverse Novels & Stories

A predatory growl rattled deep in my chest, a sound so fierce Dahlia instantly choked on her breath, stepping back in terror. “You really wouldn’t want to piss me off, Dahlia. So I suggest you STOP. TALKING.” She nodded frantically, her face turning pale. Before I could say anything else, a palm softly tapped my shoulder. I snapped my head around to see Jax, his expression dead serious. “Alpha Malice…” “What is it, Jax?” I demanded, turning fully away from Dahlia. Jax stepped close, his eyes darting briefly to Dahlia before locking onto mine. “Ten more Omegas have been reported as missing. All within the last two hours, snatched right from the lower districts during the festival.”

‎I sighed, my shoulders slumping slightly. ‎“I’ll explain,” he continued before I could speak, his tone turning more serious again. “The reason we’re careful with Omegas…” ‎I listened closely as he spoke. ‎“Beta Benjamin once had a mate. She was an Omega….rogue, just like you. He marked her, claimed her.” ‎My fingers tightened slightly around the glass. ‎“But she was greedy,” he went on, his expression darkening. “She wanted power. And one day… another Alpha claimed her as his mate too.”

Her fingers twitched once—a nervous reflex—before falling still as she devoted every bit of focus to seeing. "Yet the Omegas are not far behind. They possess the strongest mental fortitude, allowing them to freely control their minds and making them less susceptible to the mental degradation that sometimes plagues Alphas. This strong mental defense is often seen as compensation for their inability to shift into a beast form. However, this does not make them fragile," Milo recited, drifting toward Lev. "Omegas like your other dad can exhibit formidable mental strength that can be used freely in battle." Lev lifted his hand. The leaves scattered across the ground trembled—then floated upward.

He staggered backward, clutching his heart, a sudden, inexplicable sense of absolute emptiness washing over his soul. Tatsumi’s body went completely limp. The golden light in her eyes flickered, dimmed, and finally vanished entirely, staring blankly up at the noon sky. Her blood quickly pooled across the white fabric of her dress, staining the wood beneath her. The thousands of pack members in the courtyard stood in stunned, absolute silence for three agonizing seconds, staring at the fallen Omega. Then, a single voice cheered, and within moments, the entire square erupted into a roaring, fanatical frenzy.

They carried the air of judgmental vultures, circling a prey they’d already decided was doomed. I stood, refusing to remain seated like some servant awaiting orders. My voice shook, but I forced it out. “What is this? Why am I here?” Darian’s eyes flicked to me, and for a heartbeat I thought I saw something — not compassion, but curiosity. Then his lips curled into a smile that never reached his eyes. “Because, Zeva, you’re more valuable than you realize.” A hollow laugh slipped from me. “Valuable? You called me an omega in front of everyone. You rejected me.”

In a world where Alphas rule and Omegas obey, survival means staying unseen. Hagakure Sorahiko has mastered that art—quiet, careful, invisible. Until Miyamura Aronohai notices him. A powerful Alpha. A billion-yen empire. A man who gets what he wants. What starts as a simple secretarial job spirals into a dangerous game of dominance and desire. Each secret Sorahiko uncovers pulls him deeper into Aronohai’s orbit—where control feels like seduction, and surrender feels like fate. Because when an Alpha like Aronohai decides you’re his… there’s only one question left to ask: Will Sorahiko run, or will he burn? This is an MM omegaverse romance with dark themes such as; physical and

“Phase Two: Engage.” Back at Nova HQ, Omega War Room Selene pulled up a heatmap of global anomalies. “They’ve activated a series of pulse generators across six cities, New York, Lagos, Dubai, São Paulo, Tokyo, and Geneva.” Knox pointed. “And they all converge at one signal core.” Julian leaned closer. “Let me guess. Elara?” Alma sighed. “No. Me.” Everyone looked at her. Alma continued. “She coded the final decision-making matrix to respond to my DNA. My voiceprint. My presence. If I’m alive, Omega is incomplete.”

“You’re not an omega, child.” “Yes, I am.” “No, you’re not. You were meant to only appear as one.” “What do you mean by that?” I asked. “Like I said earlier, supernatural, but has to use people to do its will. Neither Lunara nor Solara can meet their objectives without using people.” “So…?” “So they choose who to possess, whose body to take over. You’re not an omega, Rhea. You were only supposed to look and act like one as a disguise. If you appeared powerful, you would have given yourself away and Solara would have killed you a long time ago.”

I asked her, watching her body language. Her eyes seemed to dart in every direction, before she managed to raise them and hold my gaze. “It almost killed me," she whispered, barely audible. Obviously, yes, but her strength made me consider the potential Ethan talked about the other day. The Omegas are wolves; just like us, but they have been used for menial and domestic labour so much that I fear they lack the skills to protect themselves. I watched the nobles celebrating for a while, some drunken lechers trying to touch the female Omegas.