Hurricane Omega Novels & Stories

Marta says as she picks me up by my arm and pushes me toward the door. Marta is the lead Omega among us and if she says something is done then someone is done. She's bitter and cruel but she does this on purpose, she allows you to think you've got stability when in actual fact, she's a viper waiting to bite you and make you suffer slowly. I'm not dramatic or I try not to be but she is technically a snake. Nice one moment and will cut you off to spite her nose the next. It's what everyone here is like. Loyalty? I don't even know if the Alpha knows what that is.

I asked, totally disregarding her last statement, "I need her. It's kind to important." If I thought she looked angry before, then she looked like a bull ready to fucking charge now. I internally cursed myself as I watched the elderly woman storm towards me like a mini tornado. Feeling protective of the maybe baby inside me, I scooted back and draped my arms over my stomach. My wolf even growled, something he never did, and I had a hard time keeping it from echoing in my own throat. "What kind of important shit could a weak little omega like you have with her," she questioned cruelly as she grabbed my long hair and dragged my face towards her. Her old moldy scent assaulted my nose, and I cou

"Doctor, whatever you need to say can be said in front of my family." "No problem as long as your sure?" I nod my head yes in his direction and he starts talking. "Ok well I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you this but this isn't the first time that poor Omega has been hurt in this place. In fact, from the moment he arrived and was announced as the pack's Omega slave, he has been beaten and abused every single day, starved regular and I've only ever been allowed to treat him once back when our old Alpha was alive. I've never been allowed to treat him for any of his injuries since Alpha Jack has been in charge he's always been made to suffer and heal alone and with his body being so wea

I asked her, watching her body language. Her eyes seemed to dart in every direction, before she managed to raise them and hold my gaze. “It almost killed me," she whispered, barely audible. Obviously, yes, but her strength made me consider the potential Ethan talked about the other day. The Omegas are wolves; just like us, but they have been used for menial and domestic labour so much that I fear they lack the skills to protect themselves. I watched the nobles celebrating for a while, some drunken lechers trying to touch the female Omegas.

“Seasonal shifts. Soil changes. How stress alters healing outcomes.” “And why,” an elder cut in sharply, “should an omega be involved in this?” Liniluna did not hesitate. “Because omegas are taught to notice what others overlook. Because our lives depend on reading change early.” The hall grew still. “Omegas are subdued from childhood,” she said, voice calm but carrying. “Taught to be quiet. To wait. To endure. That endurance does not disappear when confined—it turns inward.” She let that settle. “When omegas are denied purpose beyond survival,” she continued, “their quality of life declines. Depression increases. Healing slows. Fertility drops. The pack loses not just individuals, but momen

Elena, Lou, and three external intelligence contractors sat around the table, staring at the large screen in the center. Damon walked in with Sarah by his side, surprising the others. “She knows everything now,” he said without preamble. Lucas blinked. “Everything-everything?” “She’s part of the operation.” No one argued. Damon turned to the screen. “Begin Phase Omega.” The screen flickered to life. Dossiers. Network schematics. Footage from drones and private investigators. Financial flows linking Katrina to shell companies with offshore accounts. “This is the Hydra,” Elena muttered. “And Katrina is just one head.”

Camila's life had not been very good, at her young age she had had to deal with many problems, money was always part of those problems, and now and for some months her mother's illness was driving her to the brink of madness. Mer, Camila's mother, was an orange-scented omega who is little by little was fading her light because of senile dementia. Needing a lot of care, very expensive care, the young omega did not know what to do at that moment. She felt at a dead end.

I wasn't really used to this big parties because I opted to stay back in the house whenever I was invited and grandfather never minds but it irked Madam Isabel and it was always obvious it did. "Old man Ravenstone." I heard a much older voice and I saw the Alpha standing before us. "Quinn." Grandfather flashed him a bright smile and the Luna hugged Madam Isabel gently. "This is Judy. She is the one who would be getting married to Alexander." "Isn't she your Omega granddaughter?" Luna Quinn said looking at me with a raised brow and a very not plain eyes. I was used to the stares everyone gave me because I wasn't perfect. I was an Omega after all and a very weak one.

Kassandra's POV: First off let me tell you how I got to be an omega in my pack. It was one tragic night when I was 14 and I was at home with my parents, the alpha and luna of the Red river pack in texas. I had just got home from school and went to take a nap when I heard a noise from the living room. I went down to check it out and saw that three rogues had found their way into our house. Next thing I know my father was dead and my mother told me to run and that's what i did.

I was on my feet before the dust even began to settle. Freya staggered, taking one step, then two, and then her wolf shook, half-shifted, and then pulled back. She dropped to one knee with her hand on the sand. Her face was tight with effort. She was fighting it, whatever it was, as she tried to stay up. Omega-bane. That's what it was. A substance that suppressed Omegas specifically, weakened the connection to their wolf side, and made shifting nearly impossible. It was extremely illegal and very hard to get.