Iceman Omega Level Novels & Stories

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.

They didn't know she was trying to stop the urge from ripping their throats apart. Delaney notices many other shabbily clad hostages being dragged out of their cells as they make their way into the filthy hallway. She also discovered that the slaves were werewolves, not humans, after inhaling their scent. They were omegas. Omega wolves are the weakest of the wolf species, whose strength is compared to that of a human. The only difference is their super-hearing abilities, sense of smell and a few other things. They strolled aimlessly as if they had been subjected to a series of torments. Their eyes had darkened for a long time, replaced by pessimism and defeat.

Ash gasped with delight and Sara nodded with satisfaction. "Goo. Sean, do you promise to take care of her when I can't?" Troy asked seriously and Sean swore to it. Ash whispered to Luna, "He is a natural Alpha." "She is helping him feel the need to protect" Sara said as she nodded to Samantha. "That's why Omega's are so important. They can make a whole pack work together and make the alpha stronger just by being there" Alpha explained. Ash nodded, understanding. Already she felt the pull to train harder and help her pack mates just so they could make sure that Samantha was safe and proud of her pack.

Omegas typically couldn't handle it. Samantha clearly didn't know this. The crystal on the server's hand flickered. The next second, his expression tightened, almost imperceptibly. "Apologies, Ma'am," his tone was professional and restrained. "Our test indicates you are an omega. Moonbrew would be too strenuous for you. We cannot serve you that beverage." That phrase, low-tier power level, scraped past her ears like a piece of cold metal. The hand resting by her side unconsciously clenched. Her knuckles tightened under the fabric. "I... I understand. I'll just have a glass of water, please."

I picked out an outfit for Will as well, which consisted of black jeans and a burgundy T-shirt. At least one of the things I didn’t have to worry about was getting pregnant. I've been taking contraceptive injections for some time now to prevent that from happening. I did this because I'm an Omega. Omega’s are known to go into heat very easily, and I have been experiencing it ever since I came of age. We are also known to fall pregnant very easily, and our children are usually born with the genes of the mate with the highest rank. Sometimes it happened that the child was born an Omega. When that was the case, they weren't despised, they just didn't get as many perks as someone who had a highe

She glares at me, hurling a pan that strikes my chest and makes me stoop. "Really, who do you think you are speaking to? I am your future Luna, so stop talking, you omega!" Her voice was heard clearly. As the weakest members of the pack, omegas are more prone to injury, fatigue, and weakened immune systems than warriors, deltas, gamma, or betas. Being called omega should not feel insulting because of what she is referring to, but because of what she is referring to, it hurt me. The pain in my chest felt like something had broken in that frying pan.

I wail in my head. I never even knew that there was anything like the Silver blue moon pack, but I guess it came in handy. “But it is here. I am an omega” I articulate with ten little boldness left in me with my voice almost shaking. His gaze pins on me unshakingly. Stung at him makes me want more.

on someone else's eyes. They are brown mixed with grey and a hint of gold. "You can go now Miss Linx," He said to the lady as he continued staring at me up and down. I look at Miss Linx and smile at her as she closes the door. I turn to look at Mr.de Raizel when I see that he was still looking at me. I look down at the floor so he won't see my fcking face that turns to red "Mr, Etrama please take a seat" he points at the chair in front of his desk. I slowly walk to the chair and sit down. I look at him and see him leaning back on his chair with his arms crossed. "Mr.Etrama an omega right?" He asks me while still looking at me. My eyes are wide open. How does he know that I am an Omega and w

“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.”