Novel & Cerita Gay Omegaverse

Because he knew that he had lost the battle. He was shocked when he heard about Hamileja. Hamileja was an old village with a bunch of Omegas. He was a businessman of Omega trafficking. Each year he caught a lot of omega from there and sold them. Some of the omega's parents sold their own daughter to him because they felt their child was a burden to them. So it was easy for him to get omegas. Before attacking The Rivermoon pack, he did all of that.

His words were a promise, a declaration of unwavering faith in his daughter's abilities. From inside the carriage, Alruna smiled subtly, a quiet pride warming her heart. She felt a surge of gratitude, not just for Curtis's unwavering support of Kara, but also for the unexpected camaraderie shown by his companions. Their enthusiastic encouragement of Kara, a young omega with extraordinary ambitions, was a testament to their loyalty and respect. The scene was a small, quiet victory against the prejudice and limitations often imposed upon omegas. The unspoken understanding between them, a silent pact of support and acceptance, was a powerful thing.

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

He turned to Belinda, his eyebrows furrowing from confusion at first, but quickly straightening out. "Because you have no proof." His frown was replaced with a glare. "I've known for a long time now that you aren't a true offspring of the late alpha, and that's why you were born an omega. You're angry, that's understandable. They were horrible to you, after all. But that is nothing out of the ordinary in the werewolf world! Omegas will be discriminated against, and illegitimate daughters will be treated badly by the legitimate ones. It isn't right, I know, but none of it is out of line. You had no right to come for my pack!"

because the world needs what’s between your legs.” More gasps. One girl started crying. “I will breed you. Sell you. Trade you. You exist to make the next generation. And you will be obedient… or you’ll be replaced.” Behind me, Three-Seven had sunk to her knees, staring down at the tag around her neck. I didn’t look at her again. Not yet. But I already knew. She was going to be one of the most profitable omegas I had. If her spirit didn’t get in the way. It started with twenty. Twenty wide-eyed omegas too scared to run, too broken to fight back. Most were cast-offs, troublemakers, or “too difficult” for their packs. Easy pickings. Now? I walked the metal catwalk of the underground facility—

asked Chris and his mother sighed helplessly. “Due to people’s greed for power and wanting a strong line of lineage, they were all being forced to breed countlessly till they died. Gammas were not wanted as much as Omegas since that 0.01% could disrupt the ideal genes they wanted. It’s been thousands of years since and I don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse but unfortunately, no more heavy-seed Omegas were being born till this day,” his mother answered solemnly before moving on immediately, not wanting to drown in negative thoughts.

He staggered backward, clutching his heart, a sudden, inexplicable sense of absolute emptiness washing over his soul. Tatsumi’s body went completely limp. The golden light in her eyes flickered, dimmed, and finally vanished entirely, staring blankly up at the noon sky. Her blood quickly pooled across the white fabric of her dress, staining the wood beneath her. The thousands of pack members in the courtyard stood in stunned, absolute silence for three agonizing seconds, staring at the fallen Omega. Then, a single voice cheered, and within moments, the entire square erupted into a roaring, fanatical frenzy.

“Trouble me as much as you want” ‘Do you want to get sent to the ORC? Do you want them to come pick you up? Because they come to places like this, searching for omegas like you’. Her breath hitches. “I’m not t-the kind of omega for someone like you…I’m not what you think I am”. “I’m worthless…so please…”.

“I’ve gathered information. Apparently, several omegas have been escaping the territory at night… sneaking out to meet with humans.” “...they’re exchanging gold bars for…” He paused. “In exchange for freshly dead human bodies. Or more likely… corpses.” I felt a chill crawl up my spine. When those words rang in my ears, I covered my mouth with both hands. "A group of mostly male omegas is the one practicing such an act. They have what's called a leader, someone who leads the group in gathering precious gemstones or even gold bars... so they can buy freshly deceased human bodies to eat."

“Is this what you're feeling?” He nodded. “Why… how can I feel it too?” “It's because you're my mate,” “What?” “A mate is…” “I know what it is. I read a lot of omegaverse growing up. I just didn't think it was real.” “Well, omegaverse isn't real,” he said with an amused expression. “Well, I'm your mate, aren't I? That would explain why I was never able to resist you.” “You were never able to resist me?” He asked, his eyes hopeful.