Is Omega Better Than Alpha Novels & Stories

“Darling, I am an omega, and I don’t have flawless skin like yours. I guess it must be a supreme dominant thing. The rumors are true, after all.” I fidgeted in the armchair. “Yeah, it must be.” Not that I cared, but typical omegas looked different from the rest of the crowd. Everyone had specific features. Omegas were soft and beautiful. Alphas dominated the crowd with their muscular bossy and intolerable personalities. Betas stood at the back, not too soft or too buffed. They nestled on the borderline. Yet, they escaped the world of pheromones that plagued Alphas and Omegas. Lucky bastards.

Frustration, maybe, clean and controlled, the kind that comes from a man who expected an answer and got a question instead. "You're suppressing your scent," he says. The hall goes very quiet. Not a question. A fact, stated in front of thirty witnesses, which means the next ten seconds are going to define something and I need to decide what. I say nothing. "That's a Delta-rank herb." Still that flat Alpha tone. Informational. "Omegas don't use it." "Omegas don't buy it," I say. "Not the same thing." Someone near the back makes a sound. Swallows it.

I learned a lot from her about the human's ability to hear and smell and how it compared to an alpha versus an omega wolf. Apparently, the alphas didn't just have superior training or strength, they also had a stronger sense of hearing and smell than the other wolves. I was really poor at remembering these things, despite seeing how Wyatt could hear someone talk at the palace entrance while we were dining in the Great Hall at times.

“Your endocrine system is undergoing a violent, systemic overhaul. Your body is suppressing Alpha traits and rapidly developing Omega receptors.” The word hung in the sterile air like a guillotine blade. Omega. Christopher stared at the screen. The numbers blurred together in a dizzying haze of red and black. His mind violently rejected the visual proof, his pride roaring against the impossible reality. In the hyper-competitive world of high finance and biotechnology, Alphas were the apex predators.

On the day of the ceremony for the selection of the next Alpha, the elders had given one rule: "A fight to the death." We knew it was going to come to this: the last fight. He was a good fighter who excelled in both defense and attack skills. I am more into attacking than defense. Why would you be equal in defense and attack when you can just attack and go all out?

“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.”

The first was a female and she barely knew her that much since she's married to her mate. The second oldest was Cyrus, who stays in the alpha's household ever since he got his mate. Yeah, he is soon to be the next beta of their pack though. And the least oldest. Alexander. He has nothing to write home about, that is in Petal's point of view. Just like their father, he bully and picked on her, making everything more difficult for her. He cares less about her existence and make her do his work, watching his friends pick on her and turn her into a laughing stock, forgetting the fact that they are siblings.

Zee shakes his head again and puts his hands on his hips, looking up like he's praying for patience, "There was a mistake in nature, I'm not an omega. Look around, there are no 'tons' of tall or strong omegas. There aren't. But look at me.” "I don't know what the fuck you want me to tell you, Rio. The more I look at you, the more I see you as just a tall omega. My aunt Alana is around your size, too. Most omegas are small, but not all. It's genetic, bro. We're all different. But yes, all alphas are big because they have to be. Biologically, alpha wolves are big as fuck because they have to be, their purpose is to be big to fight and protect. Omegas can be any size, their purpose is not in si

The hurt Alpha, holding his arm, walked into the dimly lit room and kicked something random in the room. The other man was a bit taken back as he heard the answer. Then he chuckled in amusement. Well, this is new. Some omega kick Alpha ass is not something you hear every day. Omegas are weak in comparison to alphas. They can't even look straight into Alpha eyes; how the hell does some random Omegas kick some well-trained Alpha asses? Well! What a shame.

“Now answer. Omega or Beta?” I swatted his hand away, the heat of anger replacing the earlier warmth. “Why does it matter?” His eyes darkened. “If you’re an Omega, it’s worse than I thought.” “Worse?” My voice trembled with indignation. “Everyone, regardless of their rank, has value. Are you suggesting otherwise?” He leaned in. “You must know I’m an Alpha. If you were a Beta, it would be one thing, but not the end of the world. But an Alpha like me, if he chooses an Omega as a mate, it’s... complicated.”