Iceman Omega Level Novels & Stories

"But an omega can't disobey a higher ranked wolf!" I bit back the laugh that wanted to escape. Even if I was only a mere omega, I was still immune to all powers of ranked wolves. Well, I was supposed to be. However, Ivan was an exception. "Get over yourself." I sighed, slashing another finger. "Now, back to business. I've lost interest in your pretending to be high and mighty." "W-what?" Gisele gasped, her eyes growing wide. "Why are you not effected?" "Secret," I smirked, lifting a finger to my lips. "How about you tell me who all is working with you in exchange for it?"

"Big boobs. Perky butt. Fair skin. Not bad, but she's still not as pretty as the other female Werewolves brought here to be matchmade." Someone gave me a light slap, and I gave a startled shout before sitting up. The Omegas scattered away, and I saw Soren standing behind them with a document in his hand. "Ilyra Silvermane, twenty-four, works in the pack as a wine brewer, pup nursing specialist, psychological counselor, perfumer…" He looked at me with approval. "You know quite a lot." I scratched my head. "We, Omegas, are this way. We need to learn a little of everything."

Olivia said as she handed over the pills. Amelia smiled, trusting them completely. She took the maintenance drug without hesitation. She had a strange illness that weakened her body—a condition that prevented her from using her full Lycan potential. Her wolf still hadn’t awakened, which was why she remained ranked as an omega, unlike her father who was a gamma and once a beta. “I’ll go find Lucas. I want to tell him in person,” Amelia said cheerfully, waving as she left. “Be careful, okay? Be back before dinner,” Solana reminded.

“Comes with the matchmaking territory. Speaking of preferences, what's your type? Polished and charming? Tattoos and chaos? Muscles? Dimples?” Lena groaned. “If someone could combine a dangerous edge with a clean shirt and decent manners? I’d marry him on sight.” Calliope froze for the briefest second. Oh no. Lena knew that look. “You already like someone,” Calliope declared triumphantly. “No.” Lena pointed at her sternly. “Do not start. I was just thinking about the two men from the elevator. They were ridiculously attractive. That’s all.” “They are,” Calliope said smugly. “My nephew and his Omega. Handsome boys.”

But then, there was no food in the house, no money, and my lazy sister wasn't keen on doing anything to provide food or other supplies that we had run out of. "It's a lie, you wretched hag!" Giga, my boss, snapped. "You took the money. I purposely left it there to test you and you just showed me that you can't be trusted!" He accused me vehemently. I go by the name Iris, but no one remembers that because I'm an omega without a wolf, and very unattractive as well.

“Is there any way you can make me normal? I don’t want this. If it means I can’t play hockey, then I don’t want to be an Omega anymore. I want to be okay again.” She sighed heavily, eyes full of sympathy. “Riven… there is no way to change it. This is part of you now. It’s who you are. The only thing I can do is give you medication — suppressants and stabilizers. They won’t fix everything, but they can help manage the symptoms. Give you strength . Keep your body from breaking down. Think of it like oil for an engine. It helps you keep running.” I felt the anger rise fast and hot. “I don’t want that!” I snapped. “I don’t want any of this!”

“Scarlet White! One of the Judge started. His voice echoed with power and strength. “Yes… yes. My voice cracked as I said responded in fear. “The judges have decided. You will be demoted from the Gamma level to the Omega level.” “What!” My heart dropped. Being an Omega in the Midnight pack means just two things— a slave to the pack, and a mere breeder. All my life I was bullied by the pack for not having a real mom and dad. I trained so hard to get to that level and now it’s all gone. “Do you understand me? The judge shunned as tears started to pour from my eyes. “Yes, yes sir.” I replied.

The healers said his spark would flicker out by the winter solstice. In a desperate move of lunar pack magic, Margaret Carter had arranged this union. The Carters were the apex predators of the hockey world and the wealthiest pack in Valeria, but no sane male omega or socialite would tether their soul to a dying wolf. I stood before the locker room mirror, my frame draped in a ceremonial white fur suit. The heavy silver embroidery caught the light, highlighting my pale skin and the sharp, desperate edge in my eyes. I looked like a prize ready for slaughter.

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 am done apologizing for who I am. I leaned forward, looking into the camera. "I am an Omega. I am the Captain of the Redmoor Wolves. I will see you on the ice tomorrow night."