Emerald Omega Novels & Stories

I'm an Omega. "But I'm an Omega"

Emerald yelled as she was unable to hold herself. His intoxicating scent filled my nostrils once more, I knew it was responsible for Emerald's behaviour. I couldn't believe it, for the first time, I could smell my mate well. And I even had a wolf that recognized him. No doubt, he would be impressed. I was not a lowly Omega anymore. I could recognize mate. "Hold on, Esmeralda, I don't think..." Ignoring Silvius who leaned on the wall and Selene who called my attention to what I didn't care to listen to, I rushed to where Alpha Kade stood, engulfing him in a tight hug before looking into his eyes with my green eyes, allowing Emerald take over.

“Are you sure they’re not part of some conglomerate? Surely there has to be someone we can contact. There has to be someone who owns this thing.” I’m getting frustrated. Not because I don’t like the idea of Émeraude, but because of how elusive the owner or the person in charge is. I feel like I’m going crazy trying to find out who’s managing this whole thing. Benjamin and I are in my office, digging up all the information we can find about Émeraude. I’ve seen some of their stores, all with this signature deep green color. They have deep green boxes. Most of their jewelry are emeralds, which complements the name. They have a certain vintage aesthetic that people love. I’ve seen nothing but po

She stared into his mud colored eyes with her emerald ones. “Why do you not want to be my mate?” He asked. Melissa shook her head. She thought he must already know, she fought hard to say it, but there would be no point keeping it from him. He will find out really soon. She turned her neck to the side, patting her long black hair to the side for him to see the unmistakable birthmark on the back of her neck. “I am an Omega.”

Nyah could guess her intention from Emma's expression and said, "I heard people saying that Omega Lanka's health has been getting worse these past two days." Hearing Nyah mention Omega Lanka, Emma instinctively touched the jade pendant on her chest. When she left Malami, the Seldom family had actively come forward to reclaim this jade pendant, the only memento left by her biological mother. Omega Lanka, or Omega Olivia, was originally a maid serving in the foot-washing department under Luna Sandra's care. Due to a drunken night with Beta Henry, Omega Olivia became pregnant with Emma. As a result, Emma was taken away from the mansion, and Luna Sandra, to show her kindness, made Omega Olivia h

“We can use her to get information about John. Things we can use to blackmail him until he pays us back.” Alex frowned. “It won’t work.” “Why not?” “She was scared shitless last night when she got here. Daisy has no control over her fear which gives her away. She needs to learn better control of her emotions.” “She’s an omega,” I muttered. “I’ve met omega’s with better control of their emotions than her.” Movement from the corner of my eyes made me turn my head. There she stood, the omega that was currently the topic of our conversation. Behind her stood Elias, looking as pissed off as she did.

“I’ll let our Alpha and Luna explain everything to you when they get here. In the meantime, Fiona can catch you up on the pack. She has been waiting patiently to talk to you. She is also an omega, just like you.” What? An omega? That can’t be possible. I turn and look at Fiona. Before I can even ask, she smiles and says, “Yes. I’m an omega. We have a few of them here, including Luna Katelyn and Bridget, who will someday be a High Elder just like her mother.” The doctor clears his throat and adds, “I’ll leave you two to talk for a bit, but I’ll be back in when Alpha Wyatt and Luna Katelyn get here. If anything happens before then, let me know.”

“No whining.” Silas nodded quickly. “We trust your instincts.” Ronan added grudgingly"Mostly." Calliope skewered him with another glare. “I know exactly who you need. And neither of you gets a say until I ask.” That was why Calliope Wilder ran the most successful supernatural matchmaking service in the region, while Ronan and Silas ran Emberfall Pack. She had a gift: an uncanny, irritating, terrifyingly accurate gift for pinpointing compatible souls.

A few looked ready to pounce. ‎ ‎Her hand trembled slightly beside mine. ‎Without saying a word, I reached for it and held it firmly, pulling her closer to my side. My grip was gentle but deliberate, a silent signal to the others that She’s with me. ‎The growls softened slightly, but the tension remained. ‎ ‎Seraphina leaned closer to me and whispered, her voice barely audible. ‎ ‎“Why are they all staring at me?” ‎ ‎“You’re an Omega,” I replied quietly.

She looks at her beta again and he shrugs. "Why do you think you're scum because you're an omega? We wouldn't be anywhere without our omegas. They make sure we have clean clothes, equipment, fresh food. They are not our slaves. They are pack members who contribute just like everyone else." I just stare at her confused. "No? Omega's are slaves. We aren't part of the pack. We're underneath everyone else." "Who told you this? I think I'd like to meet this person who thinks every pack member isn't equal."