Iceman Omega Level Novels & Stories

Jane’s breath hitched, and I felt it through the bond like a crack of lightning. “Oh goddess,” he whispered. I squeezed his hand, grounding both of us. “Jane,” I said, steady even though my world had just tilted. “Look at me.” He did. His eyes were wide, shimmering with fear and disbelief. “You’re not broken,” I said firmly. “You’re not in danger because I won't allow any danger near you and our pup”. “The.... the pup?” Dave echoed faintly from behind us. Marvin nodded. “Strong heartbeat already. Alpha’s bond is stabilizing the omega beautifully.”

Everyone waited with hopeful anticipation, wanting to know how he would explain this to Amber, who clearly appeared upset and confused. Zack turned to his friends, seeking support in their gazes. However, all he saw was confusion on their faces. Emily, who had been looking down, felt increasingly pressured by the situation. The “omega” label that Amber had placed on her for so long continued to haunt her thoughts. Although she was the daughter of the Alpha, that small and powerless feeling remained firmly attached to her.

You wouldn’t believe what happened next! Alpha Genesis’ POV: “You’re going right?” My beta asked me, staring. “I’m not sure it’s appropriate, Dickson.” I said. About 2 weeks ago I had gotten an email saying I was invited to an omegas birthday party. I didn’t think it was appropriate to go to someone’s birthday party that was in my pack unless I actually knew them. I definitely did not know this one. Also, everyone would expect me to go to their birthday parties if I show up to hers. Wouldn’t they?…

There is no part of my body that does not have a spot or an injury there. I have got a pair of blue eyes. My wolf's name is Octavia. She has a fur of hazel brown with some cream color on it. Well, she has a pair of blue eyes. And before I forget to mention it, she has been thinking about her mate a lot. Mate… speaking of mate, I don't think he would want us. I mean I'm not beautiful. I am just some omega who wears tattered clothes. My hair is not very well combed, I just use my hands to detangle them.

he reminded him. "It can be revived if I can get an omega" Haynes explained further. "Which you were unable to find after searching many communities of werewolves for years. Or are you planning to send me to the werewolves so that I could get bitten and become a 'floater' like you?" Sergeanti laughed hysterically. He had discovered his plans. Haynes was a very dubious dishonest and wicked wizard. "No, you don't need to go and search for any werewolves because an omega is lurking in Greenford right now" Haynes ascertained.

She smiles, "Yes, mate. So why would you run from your mate? Do you plan on rejecting me?" "No. I didn't want to be rejected." She looks at me for a second, then to her beta and then back to me. "Why would I reject my mate?" She asks. "Well because you are an Alpha and I am scum." A flash of pitty crosses her eyes. "You think you're scum because you are a rogue?" I nod. "I used to be an omega too. That's why I am scum. I'm not worth anything other than being a slave." She looks at her beta again and he shrugs.

He could feel the hot sticky liquid seeping out of his hole. Zen was able to get word out of his mouth. "S-Sir, please pull out.." Sevastian didn't listen as continues to fuck him. Oh God, when will this alpha in rut end? He thought that one round was enough to subside his rut. But it turns out he underestimated the lust of a supreme level alpha. "Zen... even though you're merely an alpha, inside definitely feels like of an omega's." "Don't worry, I'll turn you into one soon." Zen closes his eyes as Mr. Claude trusts faster. What is with alphas and their obsession with mating with omegas.

"You are nothing but an omega now, except you do something to help your pack." Emma knew about werewolf hierarchy, but seeing it play out before her eyes was different. The raw desperation in Sleazy's expression as he contemplated life as an omega—the lowest rank, tormented and abused by every pack member—was almost painful to witness. Almost, but not quite. Emma's heart hardened as she remembered the vile things he had said about her, the threats he had made. Some part of her, a darker part she rarely acknowledged, felt satisfaction at seeing him brought so low.

Most of the employees who worked here were from our pack, so that wasn’t surprising. “Adam?!” I yelled over the music. “Is that you?” Adam was an omega in our pack. They are the lowest level in a werewolf pack, but our pack treats everyone equally, no matter their rank. Adam and I were lab partners in tenth grade, then became friends after that.

Even if it means that he has to go to his painfully long sessions with his doctor. An Omega is one of three classifications of humans today. Alpha, Beta, and Omega. The lowest of the hierarchy and the kind of people who belong in the one percent of the whole world population. The kind who experiences what they call “Heat”. Heat is like menstruation to normal Beta women—an indication of full body maturation for pregnancy.