Hurricane Omega Novels & Stories

If she had known about Julius’s plan and he had ordered her not to tell me, then she physically would not have been able to. All the Omegas live together, the lowest rank in the pack. Made to do all the menial tasks. They cook, clean, grow and harvest most of our food, and are the caretakers to the houses and gardens. Omega house is on the outskirts of the community where the vegetable garden is, and the gates to the compound. A ten-foot wall runs across the front of the property, the edges hemmed in by dense forest.

Something about seeing the Omega’s blood on the tree made me feel an emotion that was almost related to fear. Her scent was stronger, informing me that she was here a while ago. I increased my pace even more. Drex froze when the omega screamed. We quickly ran in the direction of her scream, watching as a wolf made her fall and rolled her to have her face to it before it jumped on her. From the sour scent that emitted from the wolf, it was evident that it was a rogue.

Something is wrong somewhere. Suddenly, an omega hurried into the room, movements tight with urgency. “It’s raining” he shouted. Rain? In summer?

me as he finally reached me.“You’re my mate,” I said quietly, knowing fully well that he knew that. I didn’t know whether to smile or not.Alpha Kaelen’s gaze never wavered past my face. He towered over me with an unreadable expression. My body trembled, but it wasn’t in fear. The mate bond tugged harder at me, and I could tell from how he winced that he felt it too.Before I could open my mouth and say something else, his next words stopped me in my tracks.“What an utter disgrace.”It wasn’t just the words that struck me across the face like a slap. It was the way he said it so coldly and so cruelly, like were not standing in the midst of all these people. I held my breath in surprise.“You’re

“I don’t know where to start.” Dad sighs again and shakes his head. “Start from explaining what the hell this omega thing is.” I say gently. “In the werewolf world. There’s another type of hierarchy. Same with how with humans there’s hierarchy of class, where some are middle class and some are high class. Well In the werewolf world, an omega is the weakest and least desirable among them. The Alpha is the highest, followed by his Luna, his beta and then gamma. The omega is always last place.”

“Give me a moment. I have to lock up. I don’t remember the last time someone came in here cursed. These are sensitive topics.” Hera went around her shop, shutting windows and locking the front door. She ushered us through the beaded curtain into a smaller room with a square table. “I can tell by your aura that you’ve had certain difficulties which have come from the curse.” Emmie leaned back and sighed heavily. “Years of taunting and a small wolf. I’d say I’ve had some difficulties.” Hera gasped loudly, her eyes rounding and her mouth widening. “You’re an omega! Yes, I could feel that when you walked in.”

My stomach dropped instantly. No. No way. “Wait,” I interrupted immediately. “You were part of WHAT?” Stormy sighed deeply. “You omegas really love interrupting dramatic reveals.” “You casually admitted to omega genocide!” “It was more politically complicated than that.” I stared into space blankly. This wolf was insane. Actually insane. Stormy however kept talking anyway.

"But we'll stick together and we'll get through this." But as the night went on, the fear and panic only grew. The storm outside raged on, making it difficult to even hear ourselves think. And as the omegas huddled together for safety, they couldn't help but jump at every little sound. "What if the curse comes after us in the middle of the night?" one of the omegas said, her voice trembling. "We'll protect you," Nikau reassured them, but even he couldn't shake the feeling of unease.

“Using OCS data, I’ve been able to create an algorithm that can guess with 85% certainty the escape route an omega will take. I’ve been trying to get OCS to use, but, you know, they don’t think betas are as good as alphas” Mattel ignored the beta’s flippant complaint. “Show me” He demanded. The Agent pulled up a map of South America. “Where did your omega say he was?” the man asked. “Porte Alegre. Brazil” Mattel’s response was clipped. The agent typed in a bunch of coordinated into the computer, immediately three paths light up.