Difference Between Alpha And Omega Novels & Stories

alpha Aiden asks me and I shake my head no. "No," I say remembering to give verbal answers. "There's five, six with you," alpha Rowan explains to me. "Only five?" I say, no wonder Moira thinks they don't exist, but why so little? "Are they different?" I ask him, do we die early or something? "They are very special, they are omegas, do you know what that is?" alpha Aiden was the one to ask and I shook my head no. "Alphas are the ones in charge of the pack, beta is the second in charge, and Omega are their missing link," alpha Aiden explains.

I asked her as I feared for my very life. What if an omega heard that? They'd rise up and kill all of the family! We're supposed to be their protectors. We're their muscles and might. Omegas are the low-lives that aren't afraid for a second of rejecting an Alpha-family. If she was overheard we would be fighting for our lives while they tear us to shreds for disrespecting them. Omegas can make a pack. Where an Alpha will work alone in battle... An Omega relies on groups to hunt and kill its prey. Number matters. Alphas are closer to rogues than to any of the positions of a pack. It doesn't take much to tip the scales. There are certain things one should be completely quiet about... That was o

Alex hums in approval before pressing a quick, affectionate kiss to his cheek. "He's always been such a gentleman." Watching the two interact, a small twinge of envy nips at the edges of my thoughts, an ache I try to ignore. To be cherished the way they cherish each other... I let out a quiet sigh, feeling the familiar weight of reality settle deep in my stomach. Unlike other wolves, Omegas are born sterile. Invalid. We can’t form mate bonds. We can’t conceive children. We aren’t worthy of love. I stare soberly at my plate, my appetite fading. The warmth of the meal that had once comforted me now feels distant, meaningless. I push my bowl away.

During the course of our talk, she had come to sit beside me on the bed to get a better experience of the story. "So, tell me, is he hot? Well, he should be considering all Alpha's are," she mused. That's the thing about werewolf society; only the best for the best, as my mother correctly stated. There are different levels in our society; we have the Alphas, Betas, Gammas, Omegas, and the in-betweens. The alphas are at the top of the food chain and also the pack leaders, while the omegas are at the bottom and the rest follow suit.

I blurt. "I did some digging on staff housing this morning, trying to find her before anyone else did. I wasn't the only one looking." His jaw tightens. "There's already talk. Some of the pack, the ones who take rank seriously, the ones who think an omega catching an Alpha's eye is some kind of insult to the natural order, they're saying somebody should teach her a lesson before it happens again." Something cold moves through my chest, sharper than the ache that's already there.

I've been on my own for 5 years after my parents were killed by my old Alpha. He was a cruel man. He killed my parents just because they were Omega's. He always said all omega's were good for was cleaning and cooking. In his eyes we weren't even part of the pack, just slaves for the more important wolves.

"It's hard to explain. Being an Omega is tough I think no matter what pack you belong to. You're just at the bottom of the food chain no matter what." Gwen was silent but she nodded, taking in my words. Before this all happened, we must have had such different lives. She was a Beta's daughter. She was a leader in her pack. Her family was wealthy, well-respected, and adored throughout her pack. I'm an Omega – I can count the amount of times I've been able to shift on one hand. I lived in the pack house and helped take care of the younger children to give back to the pack. My father had died in a land dispute when I was a little girl and my mother couldn't bear to live without her mate.

His scent must have turned to ash- again. “Ok, don’t get mad…Please? I’m just honestly asking you, ok?” He begged. “Ask,” Lexus grit his teeth and the souring of his scent was not a good sign. But you’re going to ask anyway, aren’t you? Stupid omega. “What’s the difference for an alpha besides how you decide to treat us? Both are given bonding bites; both are an alpha’s blood source and property. I suppose blood bitches are loaned out for…favors more often, but I’ve seen “mated” omegas being shared as well. Unless of course, they’ve born a pup,” The omega explained. He was shaking a bit, nervous that the alpha would only become more enraged.

alpha Justin said, “all I want is you, please Lina understand me” Lina took his hands and they both sat down in the couch at the office side facing each other “it’s not just about your reputation it is also about my reputation; people will call me an home breaker, and what about Sophia, the pack would hardly accept a female Luna but if your reputation is bad, will they listen to you when you decide to choose Sophia as the next alpha?” The words Lina said caused alpha Justin to be quiet for some time, he had never really taught of it in that way, he only taught about his feelings and forgot about the implication it will have on the people around him

But I knew he wouldn't like that. “My wolf needs you around,” I told him honestly. “That means you will stay around and out of my way.” I saw his face fall and kicked myself internally. Unknown to him, I was actually saving him from the pack's wrath. If anyone caught a whiff he was my mate, they would pick on him more than they already do. Not just because he is a male, but for his unfortunate birth status. Omegas are a rare, lowly breed of werewolves. They are basically the size of a dog and rarely make it to adulthood. In most packs, they are killed immediately after birth but my mother, the great Luna of Green Hill pack, stopped the archaic tradition in our pack. But I am not powerful eno