Detective Omega Novels & Stories

Her sincere smile almost made him melt. According to his colleagues, Emma Claire is an Omega. That must have explained why she looks so gorgeous. And noticing how Emma seems to be extra kind only to him, she must like him even for a tiny bit. Honestly to Zen, Emma is just exactly his type. Maybe his weird thoughts about the CEO must have been just his pent up desires to be in a relationship after being so single for so long. His last serious relationship was still when he was in high school for Pete's sake!

"You are the reincarnation of the first Omega. The Founding Mother Wolf." ‎ ‎My head was spinning. Okay so I am not just a werewolf...I am an omega...but not just an omega but the founding mother wolf...or reincarnation of her...who happens to be what again? At this point I am getting tired of being told all this fairytale about my life. All I want is to be a detective....what a life I have.... ‎

"We apologize for the intrusion." Callan's voice was a frosty whisper, barely audible but cutting. "State your business." The beta swallowed hard, clearly unnerved. "We’re searching for a runaway omega. Our Alpha has ordered all territories to be searched." Hazel’s heart stopped. Her pulse pounded in her ears, and she felt her legs go weak. She couldn’t breathe for a moment. Callan’s face remained a mask of neutrality. "An omega?" His voice was distant, almost indifferent. The beta nodded quickly. "Yes, sir. Female, early twenties. Auburn hair, green eyes." His gaze flicked toward Hazel, and she instinctively took a step back, her heart racing. "About her height and build, actually."

" You're joking right, we have been together for three years. We were— " Ethan cut me off with a wave of his hands his eyes darting over me with an like I was trash " Aurora. I'm sorry. But I made up my mind a long time ago. You were a total waste of time. Come to think.of it. I'm the Alpha, having a pitiful omega beside me would be a shame." It struck me like a blast of cold air. Me? Pitiful? Waste of time? I couldn't understand what was going on. My eyes darted over to Alicia who still hadn't wore her clothes properly, her breasts half exposed and she was grinning. Enjoying my pain.

Damian added, “I killed the Cross torturers. Their scent may have lingered.” Rian’s eyes didn’t budge. “This wasn’t a torturer. The torturers are normally betas. This was an omega. And—” he hesitated, then pushed on “—their scent wasn’t mixed with blood.” Damian’s brow tightened. Alessio’s gaze sharpened. Alessio’s voice dropped to a whisper. “An omega… underground… during all that…” His throat bobbed. “If they were trapped with Damian and Rowan—”

He stood in the doorway, fists clenched, face pale with rage. I rose slowly, back to him. “You’re too late.” He didn’t move. “You’ll regret this,” he said. I turned, voice like frost. “I already regret meeting you.” He didn’t speak this time. He left, slamming the door so hard the glass trembled. Moments later, Alpha Daniel entered, holding a file. “I did some digging,” he said. “Alpha Joe searched for 107 Omegas over the years. All with scent profiles like Emily’s.”

He offered no empty comfort because there were wounds that words simply could not reach. Instead, he began his report. “Unfortunately, every lead we’ve followed has ended the same way.” He folded his hands together. “The trail stops with the omega attendant who died in the dungeon… and Beta Marcus, who disappeared not long afterward.” Carlisle remained silent, giving him his full attention. “The omega was involved in something suspicious,” Sylas continued, choosing every word with care. “But we’ve found nothing that directly connects Miss Raquel to what she did.” He paused.

He tapped the screen, initiating the analysis sequence. I kept my breathing steady, waiting for Dr. Voss’s suppressant to fail or succeed. The machine processed the sample, displaying a series of loading bars across the digital screen. The Inquisitors held my arms tightly, preventing me from stepping away. The scanner beeped loudly. Graves looked at the readout, his expression remaining entirely neutral. "Genetic markers indicate a standard omega," Graves stated, lowering the device. "No anomalies detected." I forced myself to stand completely still, offering no visible reaction to the news.

“Oh… she said she has a problem in her leg from birth.” Damian stared at the paused frame again. The girl moving around the office, doing her job while favouring one side. He didn’t respond immediately. “So she isn’t an alpha,” he muttered more to himself. “Sir no... she is an Omega. Anything else I can tell you?” “Nothing. You can go. Delete the footage. Tell anyone who asks the cameras weren’t working.” Adler left quickly. Damian exhaled and shut the laptop with more force than necessary.

What happened next was shocking. He dragged me back to the house by my arm and what I saw when I got inside was horrifying my parents lay dead and the house was trashed, but what scared me more was there was no scent of a rogue being in the house. Beta peter turned to me and asked what happened and why i lied i kept telling him i didn't but he didn't believe me and since my parents were dead Beta peter became the alpha and he had the pack warriors take me to the interrogation room. I sat quietly waiting for him and when he finally came he told me if I didn't tell the truth I would become the omega of the pack. He kept asking questions all night and by the end of it all he still didn't belie