Is Beta Higher Than Omega Novels & Stories

Omega's tended to mate with other Omega's, but sometimes they mated with a Gamma, even rarer a Beta. I narrowed my eyes at him, tail flicking nervously. This big, sleek, inky black wolf with amber colored eyes was the future Alpha and this Omega next to him, was almost as big as his brother. This Omega, standing tall, not ruffled in the least, stockier than his Alpha brother and only shorter by a matter of inches was unusual indeed. In an Alpha bloodline there were no Omega's, Gamma would be the lowest the blood would yield. Scenting the air there was no denying their ranks,

She looks at her beta again and he shrugs. "Why do you think you're scum because you're an omega? We wouldn't be anywhere without our omegas. They make sure we have clean clothes, equipment, fresh food. They are not our slaves. They are pack members who contribute just like everyone else." I just stare at her confused. "No? Omega's are slaves. We aren't part of the pack. We're underneath everyone else." "Who told you this? I think I'd like to meet this person who thinks every pack member isn't equal."

Sergetti patted Matt on the shoulder. "When he was a student, he bit your balls. Now that he is your loyal servant, I wish he severe it from your body" Haynes laughed like the maniac he was. "There had been a lot of development lately that you need to know about. I don't know how scarce omega werewolves are but the only one in your proximity is now bound to me. When I cough, she coughs. If I bleed, she bleeds. And if the war you incited claim my life. You will have to continue your search for another omega. I hope you find one in time before your body will expire and won't be revive-able" Sergetti mocked Haynes. He was just getting him cornered with all his wits.

"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.

I said, “then we need some serious research into that. We’re talking about DNA markers and the rest.” “There hasn’t been a legitimate medical study of omegas for decades,” Sarah said hotly. I nodded. “Right. Let me commission a study so we have some real data going forward. Meanwhile, Melissa is right. We’re here to talk about beta and gamma education. Is that all right?” Sara still looked outraged, but she nodded calmly enough. “Of course.” “Sarah,” Melissa said. “I promise, I’m not going to forget about this. None of us will.”

“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.”

He could only offer comfort, letting her cry and release the tension until she felt calmer. "You're a beta, and Alruna is a pure-blooded omega. It's not uncommon for pure-blooded omegas to have difficult pregnancies with beta mates because betas can't fully mark omegas and transfer pheromones in the same way," Curtis explained softly, recalling information he'd learned during his studies. The physiological differences presented unique challenges. Alruna demanded he join her in bed. He readily obeyed, and she immediately snuggled close, seeking the warmth and comfort of his body.

His eyebrows furrow and he asks, “So?” “Oh, so it wasn’t you who I heard having sex with some unfortunate omega while she asked you to slow down and you told her: Don’t tell me what to do. You’re just a lowly omega who should feel honored that I’m willing to fuck her. All you omegas are the same always complaining when you should be grateful that you’re in the presence of a Beta.” I spat his own words back in his face.

This is also the secret that she has hidden for many years. Usually, Alpha and Beta werewolves' wounds heal faster than Omega attribute werewolves. Where she lives, werewolf Omega is very despised and easily bullied by the council. Because they are weak and defenseless, they are considered useless and parasitic. She witnessed tragic scenes, many Omega werewolves because they could not stand the oppression of the Alpha and Beta werewolves but had to commit suicide. But the departure of the Omega class was considered an insult to the wolf race.

"It doesnt add up Rowan. You didnt see him earlier. Omegas dont just switch up like that. Whatever he is, or whatever you THINK he is... please becareful, or else, you will get us all killed. Just like what happened to your mother." I snapped out of the memory and looked at Larry’s face. He was too far gone to realize what he had just tried to do, his hips still snapping desperately, his incredible, tight hole fluttering and sucking greedily around my cock. But the raw, dominant energy rolling off him wasn't the nature of an omega. An omega didn't bruise a beta's throat like he had done to Calvin. An omega didn't try to tear open an Alpha's neck to foorce a bond.