Gammas Omegaverse Novels & Stories

“My name is Caleb, and you are standing before the Five Pillars Of Truth that oversee the affairs of the White Moon pack. Would you kindly tell us why you're here, Daphne?” They happened to be the elders of the pack, and they were five in number. From what I heard, Caleb was the kindest of them all, but Gavin was a nightmare. However, no one had ever seen their faces. Perhaps, they were hiding behind the mirrors. If not, then maybe somewhere down below, or above. In the meantime, I looked down, and then lifted my gaze. But I couldn't find anyone of them. I couldn't tell exactly if the voice came from behind. Or perhaps, from the side, or in front.

It was easier that way. Because whenever I had too much time to think, my thoughts always returned to the one thing I had spent years trying to hide. In this world, people are divided into three secondary genders. Alphas hold the highest status, gifted with natural strength and powerful suppressing pheromones. Betas make up most of the population. They have no pheromones and remain unaffected by Heats or Ruts. Then there are Omegas, the group society considers physically weakest, the ones who are often looked down upon and discriminated against.

This is a travesty!" Elder Garrick Stonehelm stormed, his voice gritted from the battle. He wobbled a shaking finger at Rhea, who stood with the four Alphas. "She is an Omega! She cannot hold this power. It is against the law. Against nature.".

Just Irene, sitting in the dirt, coaxing flowers to bloom. One of the omegas laughs softly. “The roses like you, Luna. Look — they’re opening.” I blink in surprise. The buds that were closed moments ago now show faint streaks of pink, trembling as if shy. My heart swells. “Maybe they can feel happiness.” “Or maybe,” the omega says, his tone almost reverent, “they know the Goddess’s touch when it returns to the world.”

The symbols moved, rearranging into words,a prophecy written in fire: *When the moon is dark and fear is sown The scentless one will crack the stone No wolf, no pack, no home, no kin The lone omega walks alone within* *Power sleeps in fragile bones Waiting for the sacred tones When old mark meets living breath The spell will break, the bond will death* *Beware the one who should not be The key, the lock, the omega free When he wakes, all wolves will fall Mortality will claim them all* The words burned deep in Aeris’s mind.

The urge to shift and tear them apart is strong, but having a weapon gives me an advantage. I was right—there are more of them here. I think they were waiting to join the fight later on, when we were tired beyond measure. It's a good attack strategy, I'll give them that. Draven's Gammas are strong fighters—they were trained fairly, so there's no way they wouldn't be. I wonder if these Gammas from my father's pack are aware of what we're fighting for here. They're not privileged like the Alpha-borns and Beta-borns are. They're merely a step above Omega-borns. Yet, here they are, trying to kill us. Following orders and attacking innocents like they can't think for themselves.

After all, we don't know anything about Roxie either. "Gammas are rare," Roxie commented. Cathy looked over. "Yeah, they're rare. Daddy told me then that our pack has five Gammas. However, three of them died in the battle, leaving the other two, who have already retired by now." "But Cathy, you know what I am thankful for?" Roxie shook her head. "Before, omegas were only servants that worked for the packs. They don't care for what we feel, and we are only a tool for them to satisfy their lust during their roots. I am glad and thankful to our emperor for abolishing those laws."

He fanned and blew at them with his mouth, and in a sudden flint; the flames busted through, glowing blue and red. Then he stood up slowly, and dropped the fan above the fireplace; craning his neck sideways with his back facing me, but his eyes towards me. "You said it yourself you think the Rogues might be Omegas..." he answered. "And you found that invisible map inside a box that alludes to their pack...so if one of them had lost it in battle, that meant whoever he was, he was an Omega…" His last words hit me unexpectedly. Making me pause; freezing to an ice statue. The realization that struck me was fiercer than the lightning that struck outside. And my heart began beating erratically.

except me. And the Goddess. And that was all that mattered. THE END. A GAMMA's KISS - Cassandra M / OCT 2022

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."