Iceman Omega Level Novels & Stories

I stated, as he looked at me with a smirk. “You will return to the Red Pines Pack as an Omega,” I stated. Maxwell’s face fell, as he looked to me and then the others, seeking some kind of indication this was a joke. “You are joking, right?” he demanded. “I assure you, this is no joke,” I replied. “You bitch! How dare you try to take away my Alpha title!” he swore standing up in front of us.

Eunice asked as I sat up on the floor and opened the bottle of water. I met Alpha Benson's gaze as he stood there, discussing with another warrior that were assigned to guard this farmland. "Yes. I am an alpha. How about you?" I asked Eunice, and she blushed and replied, "I am an Omega." "Really? Is that why you're all looking at me like I am a zombie, just because I am an alpha?" I asked Eunice, and she laughed and replied, "No. Take a look at the farm. You grazed many layers of weeds away, more than the rest of us. So you are stronger than us, and not that we look down on you," Eunice spoke to me with a friendly manner, and my eyes widened in shock to see that I had truly cleared many laye

For a moment, she was confused about whether to tell him the truth or lie about it. "Um, yes," she said, her voice faltering. "I come from an omega family, so I don't have a lot of resources. My friend’s family is sponsoring my education, but I wanted to earn a little for myself, sir.” The chairman looked at her sympathetically. "I understand," he said. "Well, in that case, we might have some opportunities for you to earn some extra money around here." Sabrina felt a sense of relief wash over her. She had managed to get out of a potentially awkward situation, and now she had the chance to get closer to the handsome chairman.

As I attached it and gently stood, regaining my balance and making sure the prosthetic was secure before stepping forward toward my closet to pick out my clothes for the day. I should introduce myself. My name is Sadie Carlton, and I’m 20-years-old. I am an omega in SilverRock Pack. Being an omega means that I am basically a servant although I am treated much better than one would think with the connotation of the word servant. Omegas cook and clean and do a lot of the background work in order to keep the pack running, but we are not abused like slaves. We are fed, provided housing, and paid for our efforts. We don’t start laborious tasks until we are 16, so we can focus on schooling and our

While Beta Sentinel were the above-average type of this category that could rival a common Alpha and keep up with a Prime. And for the longest time, the third category, the Omegas were considered to be the lowest and weakest. But the Dominant Omegas had challenged and changed the view of their race towards them in general. Dominants were physically stronger than common Omegas. They were more emotionally stable and if they will, they could keep up with both Prime Alpha and Beta Sentinel.

Tears threatened to betray her, but she didn’t want to let them show that she was done. The thought that some slimy werewolf would take what she had saved her whole life for her Mate, her soul mate, made her want to vomit. “I want to hear you scream, Omega!” He laughed cynically, ripping the cloth from her mouth as she struggled to catch air, trying to get out of the bindings, which were digging into her joints even more.

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.

And with it, the hunt. She placed her hand over her stomach again, this time gently. “You'd be safe” She whispered to the life inside her. “I promise it.” Behind her, Lowell drifted into a restless sleep, his breath evening out. Uriel stayed awake beneath the moonlight, scanning for movement. They had tried to erase her. Now, she would hunt them down. They would face the fury of the woman they created. The omega was gone. And in her place stood something far more dangerous.

he said, his deep voice low. I pushed the wooden bowl sideways, forcing it into Isabella’s space, but Isabella’s face twisted into an expression that looked far more painful than his tears. "Your Alpha processed those tokens specifically for your line, Collins. My wolf refuses to occupy the space of a third wheel at this hearth. Besides, consuming that high a concentration of oils will slow my pivot speed on the afternoon ice." My jaw tightened as I hauled the bowl back to my side of the line.

I was, in all essence, father's little, dirty secret. "What are we gonna do now," she asked I rose a shoulder in a shrug. "I could borrow one from you." She gave me a deadpan look. Eunice didn't own a lot of dresses either; she was an Omega. And I was as good as one, if not worse than one. Omegas were the lowliest of the lowliest, the bottom of the pack hierarchy, the ones who cooked, cleaned-- did everything beneath the notice and capabilities of the higher tiers.