Romans & histoires Hurricane Omega

But if an Omega is present, the hierarchy of power is stabilized. Omega abilities are precious. They could sense another person’s emotion, especially when the Alpha is irritated, and they could disappear in seconds to avoid the Alpha’s rage. Omegas had a sixth sense for trouble too. If an Omega appeared nervous and moved quickly, it meant that something is wrong. But if an Omega appeared to be relaxed, it meant that everything was fine.

“And I didn’t summon you here for pleasantries. Tell me who you are and what you are exactly.” Her throat bobbed, and fingers curled into her top like they could hide her. “I’m Dextera Neville, an Omega of Bisclaveret Pack, under the reign of Alpha Kestrel Wagner, son of Nelson Wagner, Sovereign Of His Bloodline.” I folded my arms. “Save me the hierarchy. I want real answers. You know what I'm talking about, young lady.” “I… I don’t...” I cut her off. “What happened last night, Dextera? You’re a wolfless Omega as far as I know. That’s what your records from Bisclaveret said. You never shifted! But what I saw out there in those woods was not an ordinary shift.”

I didn't understand where she thought she was going because she would fall off from the other side if she took two more steps back. The wind came back in one big whirl from the bottom of the crevice, a mixture of earth, leaves, air, and every other little thing, the sky darkening drastically over the stormy winds Omega was controlling. I think I even spotted the snacks Anna had so very carefully packed away for us twirl in the heart of the whirlwind. Agh well, there goes our lunch. I honestly had no idea we could create mini hurricanes. ‘MINI? WHAT AM I? A BABY?’ OMEGA BELLOWED BACK

omega. I stopped walking and froze on the spot, eyes glued to the paper. It wasn't alpha. Not beta. It was damn fucking omega. Everything disappeared in my eyesight. Even the paper went dark. The word 'omega' enlarged in my vision. O M E G A. The word rang in my head.

The hurricane was closing in fast, and we could feel the pressure dropping and the wind picking up speed. The sky had darkened, a foreboding sign of what was to come. This was the second hurricane this year that was projected to hit hours from us down the coast but turned and hit us directly at the last second. I was starting to wonder if we were cursed or something. Cassy joined us, her presence commanding attention. She moved with confidence, her voice loud as she gave instructions. "Make sure all the windows are boarded up. We must move the elderly and the young ones to the pack house. Send scouts to the swamp lands to gather the omega camps and bring them in. It's a command. No one is al

I inquired, hoping for some reassurance amidst the tension that had been weighing on my mind. ‌ Omega returned my smile with a respectful nod. "Welcome back, Alpha. Everything has been relatively calm. However, I regret to inform you that Luna Tania hasn't returned yet," Omega responded, a hint of concern in his voice. ‌ I sighed, my shoulders sagging with disappointment. "Thank you, Omega. Please let me know if you heard anything later,” I requested. ‌ "Of course, Alpha. I'll keep a close ear out and inform you immediately if there are any updates regarding Luna Tania's whereabouts," Omega replied respectfully, her demeanor reflecting her dedication to her duties.

She shooed him as she laid back down on the bed. The ceiling would start to leak when the rain came. It was awfully dented, probably from the snowstorm that happened some while back. It caused damage to a lot of houses in the pack, mostly the Omega’s houses because of how poorly they were built. Low-quality materials were used in the building of the houses. While it was not fair, at least the Omega’s houses were less prone to hurricanes if they ever happened because they were far away from the sea of the Pack. “I won’t talk, Celia.” He said, slightly annoyed. The way she spoke made him feel unwanted.

He didn’t let out even the deepest emotion. “I can’t let a weakling like you be my Luna. To keep it clear to you, the one who is going to be my Luna is none other than my one and only Barbra Baker, the strongest lady in the pack," he let out, shoving my hand once more and moving towards my sworn enemy, Barbra. Barbra and I have never had anything in common since we met, and we were always in a surge of anger upon meeting each other. Her power level was far greater than anything I had ever had. I was just a weak omega that no one wanted. What else? I became a homeroom teacher for the little ones while she became a model and a fierce hunter.

someone called out in agreement and more voices joined. “Divorce your omega wife and you can marry your fated mate. The moon goddess has blessed you with a beta born as your mate! With her by your side, you will finally be stronger and we can win the war. The future of the pack is going to be safe!” Elder Zachary cheered.

"It's your business to bully other people?!" "Yes! It has nothing to do with you!" "You....." "And besides, she's an omega nobody cares about her!" I frown. I keep on hearing foreign words since I came here...what the heck is an omega? I turned to Joyce for an explanation...she clears her throat and leans closer to my ear. "An omega is the lowest rank in our town...they are like the poorest people...!" I nod and turned to Janet....my hands on my waist. "Even if she's an omega, it doesn't give you right to bully her!"