Is Alpha Or Omega Higher Novels & Stories

“Then, what are you uneasy about like this? We love each other, isn't that more than enough. Do you believe me if I am happy if I live with you? If you don't believe me, then I will promise to always accept you, accompanying you in difficult or happy circumstances. Whatever our circumstances will be, I still love you because you are my Alpha.” The beautiful Omega smiled heartily with her hands stretched out, stroking tan-skinned cheeks under her body.

Miyamura ends up asking Sorahiko to get him a cup of coffee. Cowardly. He knows. He just needed a break— He needed to clear his head. That was too much at once. ‘That alphas are at the top, betas are below, and omegas are at the bottom’. ‘An omega like me cannot disrespect a dominant alpha like you’. ‘What I do know is that there is nothing you would tell me to do that I could refuse’.

“Article Two: All pups are pack. Orphan, lost, found. No orphan clause. No transfer fees. If a pup has no parents, the pack is parents.” “Article Three: Healing comes before hurting. Always. In war, in peace, in law.” “Article Four,” Alaric adds, “Luna’s word is Alpha’s word. On all matters of pack safety. On all matters of pups.” I look up. “You sure? That’s a lot of power for an omega.” “You struck law with a knife,” he says. “You faced Tormund without flinching. You brought my Beta home. You brought forty three kids home. You’re not an omega. You’re Luna. And Luna rules with Alpha.”

A strangled cry erupted from the Omega as, inch by inch, she was filled wholly and completely. Ashly was rolling her hips, urging Alex deeper, before she'd even bottomed out on the first thrust. Her fingers were buried in the blankets beneath her as she panted the Alpha's name again and again. Alex arched over her. He slipped one arm behind Ashly's neck and held himself up on that elbow as he buried his chest deep. Tilting his head, he inhaled Ashly's scent and offered his own neck. Alpha pheromones emanated heavily from Alex as his body thrilled at being buried inside the tight heat of an Omega.

She nodded. "There is another issue," Rome said drawing my attention to him. "What issue?" I asked surprised. He had not mentioned any issue to me. "Her wolf. It's way bigger than a normal omega" My eyes widened. I didn't notice and it didn't feel like I was big. "Big?" "Almost as big as an Alpha" "That's impossible" I voiced out. "Highly impossible. There has never been any case of an omega being big. Are you sure you're an omega?" Samantha asked.

"I'm beyond happy not being permanently attached to one person." Her grin widens. "Or apparently five." "Omegas?" I question again. "Sorry." I really am sorry, but this is gold and Val explains it all without judgement. "No need," She waves. "Alphas are dominant, protective, territorial. Natural leaders. Their wolves are stronger, bigger, louder and usually convinced they're right about everything." "Sounds familiar." She takes our mugs and moves to the sink. "Omegas are rarer. Social glue, emotionally bad ass, pack-centred, highly bonded. Their instincts tend toward connection and community."

"I come from a family of them. They're all manipulative and arrogant and troublesome. Always thinking they're the strongest and smartest in the room, when statistics show it's actually betas who are the superior ones." I frowned. "How so?" "Betas are born at 82%, alphas at 10%, and omegas at 8%," he said. "Numbers." "But alphas are better." He turned and looked at me like I'd said something pitiful. "Sure. Alphas are great." "Why say it when you don't mean it?" He stood up straighter. Now we were face to face in the garden, staring each other down. His eyes were unreadable, calm—but not in a good way. Calm like someone who was done with the conversation before it even started.

It had to be at least fifty, the faint healed lines on back burned again, a remembrance from the last whipping I got from a higher rank for not watering the flowers correctly. This time I had humiliated the Alpha in his own castle. This had to warrant something much much more painful. But I couldn’t understand why he did that. Why his wolf wanted to protect me ? He could get a hundred Omegas like me, that is what happened to the girls and boys that the high ranks would take in, either to make them tirelessly work or keep them as sex slaves.

My wolf was laughing like a hyena in my head because he loved her feisty response. “You will show me respect! I’ve been an alpha since before you were born!” Alpha Bruce spat out while standing from his chair. His face had turned bright red from how enraged he was. “I’ll show you respect when you earn it, and so far, you’ve done nothing to help your case,” she replied pointedly, while also standing from her chair. She locked her eyes with his in a silent battle for dominance. After a few minutes, Alpha Bruce looked away, and the anger on his face was still very much present. The thing was, Sophia was above other alphas because of her royal bloodline. I wasn’t surprised that he couldn’t maint

I tried to not let my irritation come through in my voice as I answered, "Omega." I wasn't ashamed per see of my ranking, but others seemed to have a good laugh at it. I wasn't born to be a warrior, but my status never bothered me, that is until others started taking advantage of it. I doubt the Alpha will be that pleased to be mated to someone in such a low status. It's usually assumed the lower your ranking, the weaker your pups will be. Not that I have any plans of mating with the big bad Alpha any time soon, but it surely wouldn't be something he's pleased with. If the Alpha was annoyed at my ranking, he didn't show it. They both remained rather stoic as the last answer was scrawled onto