Iceman Omega Level Novels & Stories

"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.

Next to me stood Lucian. His helmet was fastened tight, the visor hiding his eyes, but I could see the rigid line of his jaw. He looked small in his gear compared to the set Alphas on the opposing line, but his skates dug into the ice with absolute certainty. The high-grade suppressants were fully working now. The sweet smell of his Omega heat was locked away behind the corporate medicine. To anyone, he just smelled like my cedar pheromones. He looked like an unranked Beta rookie, but Lucian was not ordinary.

Sasha answered with her mouth full, interrupting her. “Yeah. My mate” Ella repeated after shooting Sasha a glance. Kade was nice enough to let me cook…” “You know, Kade never liked that omega’s cooking” Sasha interrupted Ella for the second time. “Omega?” I asked curiously. I wanted to know everything about their life. “Yeah, Sabine, remember when I told you that we have ranks. Omega is the lowest rank. They do the cooking, cleaning, gardening…” Sasha replied instantly. “What is your rank?” I asked, looking at Ella.

Chapter 1 “I’m only telling you this, because life can do terrible things,” - Terrible Things by Mayday Parade An Omega is the lowest ranking in a Werewolf pack. ‘O’ is the last alphabet in the Greek Alphabet, so that makes Omega the lowest ranking. I am the Omega/Slave of the Broken Shadows pack. I don’t know why I got this position but they said that it was because I was ugly and unexpected. I don’t know if it’s true because I don’t think I am ugly. I think that I am just average. Being an Omega isn’t easy. The beating when you do something wrong. The words that they say to you get lodged in your brain and don’t want to come out and the bruises.

The lead guys scoffed. “What is your point?” I stepped closer, and I sniffed. “Your what? A low gamma?” I threw my head back and laughed. “Are you fucking kidding me?” The man looked bewildered. “What?” “You are the lowest rank fucking possible, and you think you have the right to bully an omega?” I laughed harder. Bending down at my waist to catch my breath. While I was bent over, I grabbed for the omega. “Get up.” His eyes flashed to mine and I could see a tiny bit of panic, but it was smothered by the hope there. Once he stood, I wrapped my arm around his waist. “Let me be very clear here.” I stepped closer to the male. “An omega is more important than your fucking pathetic rank. And you

An omega brought a stool with some objects on it as I walked up the stage, an omega is the lowest ranking member, they are the cleaners and cooks of the pack. In some packs omegas are nothing but unworthy low life, they are practically slaves in most packs but not here although we don't treat them as equal and don't mingle with them we still treat them well. "Do you Aryon Walker pledge to always serve, protect the blue moon pack and put it first before anything?" This is really happening, I felt nervous and my fingers were sweating.

He messaged me a few minutes later with details of the omega in my room. "Iris." I whispered. It was a beautiful name. I read up her info carefully until my eyes stopped at her secondary gender ranking. Gender: Omega Ranking: Level C (Forsaken) I looked at the omega on the bed again and then back at my screen. I quickly called Nicolas to ask if it was possible for a Forsaken to go through heat. He confirmed that it wasn't but he told me about the Phantom 20 pill and how rank C omegas has been illegally using this pills to mate with Alphas.

The omega brandished his spoon like a weapon and Eician watched in complete wonder as he squared himself right up with the alpha. “Look, the kid is terrified of me, and I have other shit to do that doesn’t involve staying for a fucking cup of tea.” Eician was so taken aback by the events that he did not correct the alpha on his assumptions about his age, it was a common misconception due to his height. One that frustrated him to no end, but it had proven useful as he travelled here, many people on the road being kinder to a perceived child omega travelling by themselves than an adult.