Enigma Meaning Omegaverse Novels & Stories

"Anything about. old Omega bonds? Ones with, shall we say, 'unfortunate' endings?" Noria Valez, Zane's distant aunt and keeper of illegal omegaverse lore in the Duskmire Library's secret collection, peered over the edge of her glasses. "Unfortunate endings, dear boy? All Omega bonds are 'unfortunate' in the wrong hands, wouldn't you say? But if you're asking about the Mooncrest line. there are rumors." "Rumors of what?" Kai interjected, his voice slicing. He had not left Zane's side since Rhea told them what was in the journal.

"But the Veyrith *blood*... that's a myth. They were a clan of Alphas so powerful the other packs hunted them to extinction centuries ago. Or so we thought." "And you think I'm one of them?" I laughed dryly. "I'm an omega, Kael. I was born with nothing. My mother died giving birth to me in a clinic, not a palace." "Omegas are often dormant Alphas," Kael said. "Suppressed by trauma or environment. If you have that blood..." "Then what?" "Then you're dangerous," Kael said. "And Darius knows it. That's why he's terrified." The heavy oak doors of the dining hall banged open, startling me.

“The mate bond.” The hall went silent, the air was heavy with shock. My face burned, and I wanted to disappear. I couldn't still believe an Omega, like me was fated to not just one Alpha, but three. It was unthinkable, and a scandal that could ruin everything. Magnus' face darkened, his hands clenching. “Impossible,” he growled. “She’s an Omega. A nobody.” Kael spoke next, his voice quieter but just as steady. “The bond doesn’t lie, Father. You know that.”

Just when I thought I was winning, Xavier pushed me back harder till I landed on the ground heating my head. Nyx winced in pain blood sizzling down. *You think you are strong huh?” His voice was loud in my head. I growled as his claws scratched my fur. Nyx snared in pain trying to fight back but his grip was tight. “You are no Enigma… Once an Omega always an Omega, don’t you ever forget that.” His canines sunk into my throat, Nyx howling in pain as everything started fading. "Sage..." I whispered as though I could feel him but couldn’t tell.

I nodded in agreement. “But he usually visited during the holidays until his Father passed away. He had to take over as Alpha and we discovered we were fated mates. I have always been called a wolfless Omega, for Kian it was an insult to be mated to an Omega and one who has not been able to shift for years!!” Eric’s eyes shone in amazement, “No wonder you were unable to heal quickly as expected.” His words tore through my heart leaving me in pain for some minutes.

And then I saw the final file: “Daemon.” Not Damien. Daemon. Subject Omega. The file was locked tighter than anything else, buried beneath security protocols I’d never seen before. But I got it open—at least enough to read the first few lines. SUBJECT OMEGA - STATUS: ACTIVE CODED TO OVERRIDE ALL OTHER ECHO UNITS FAILSAFE INSTALLED: “MOTHER” OPERATIONAL SINCE: [REDACTED] LOCATION: UNKNOWN My heart dropped. This… this wasn’t just Damien’s clone. This was the clone. The one made to lead. To dominate.

Instead, she obediently follows me into the building and off to a small meeting room on the first floor. As soon as the door shuts behind the girl, I turn and ask, “Who are you and why are you working here?” I can tell she is an omega, which makes this whole thing even odder than before. It is so rare to see an omega, but a rogue one is extremely unlikely. Something must have happened. Something bad. The shaking in her hands slowly spreads across her whole body. However, she says nothing. She looks at me with pleading eyes, but I will not cave this time. I have to know what is going on with her.

The sound of male fighting with bare chests and females kicking and grunting reverberating in the scarlet field. “The women you are seeing now are werewolves too. Though, as if the Trinity Goddess have reserved them only as warriors, they couldn’t bear children to their male werewolves.” “Why?” I asked. “It’s a mystery even to the Alphas. Though contrary to werewolves in England, women here are treated nicely even if they're Omegas.” “What’s an Omega?” Melissa and I walked through the red grasses, its length quite tall. “From the Latin word which means the end, an Omega werewolf is the last and lowest ranking. In England, they still practice treating the less fortunate Omegas as slaves.”

I asked. "Of course, that is why I am looking at the neck of all the people who attended until I saw you. I actually intended to give that to you when we were kids because I've had a hunch before that we will see each other again in the future!" I let out a frustrated sigh. "But I am a curse Omega of the pack and I did not know that I have the blood of a witch running through my vein. Your father is right, I need to die!"