Romans & histoires Is Omega Stronger Than Alpha

she shrieked, trying to roll over. "No," I told her firmly, reaching out and grasping her hair, twisting it in my fist, and yanking her head back. "This is what happens when you are a naughty little omega. I'm going to show you what it really means to be an alpha male. Maybe after I'm done with you, you will have learned your lesson."

“You are always so charged up and ready to go.” Dominic nodded. “What you are feeling is the safe version of bloodlust,” he replied. I knew about werewolf anatomy. I knew how Betas, Deltas and Omegas functioned. I also studied Alphas closely and extensively. From what I had learnt over the past years, Alphas were automatically at the top of the food chain because they were deemed stronger, faster and their prehensile senses were ten times more powerful that any wolf below them. There was a difference in knowing about this and actually experiencing it. I thought to myself. I could hear the world vibrate at a sub-atomic level, I could literally taste the emotions of those around me and everyth

How on Earth was this Omega the brother to an Alpha? And he was far from the typical Omega. In the face of my Gamma's displeasure he showed no change, any normal Omega would be cowering in fear. While the Omega's in our pack were treated as equals we knew that was not the case with other packs. Omega's were weaker, and couldn't shift as often. Because of this they tended to be smaller and weaker, therefore taking service jobs and leaving the leadership and supervisory roles to the rest of the pack. Omega's tended to mate with other Omega's, but sometimes they mated with a Gamma, even rarer a Beta.

People thought that if Lycans-that were cursed to never recognize their fated mates chose one omega from the werewolf community, it was going to mean that regular wolves had some kind of power over the ever so powerful Lycans-the undefeated, crueler, smarter, and stronger form of werewolves. It’s an honor, according to what these Kings thought and the rest of the werewolf community thought as well for a girl to be chosen as a Lycan Alpha King's mate and the Queen. All the omega ladies, groomed by powerful households were obliged to gather in the hall to get selected. These ladies tried their best to get chosen. Merely a year of having sex with an Alpha King and you came back richer than any

I demanded, my voice laced with a dangerous edge. "You can't—" he began, but I cut him off, my voice filled with a raw fury. "I can do whatever the hell I want!" I growled sharply, taking purposeful steps toward him. He retreated just as I expected. "I'm the fucking Alpha. Your Alpha. And as my Beta, you're supposed to do as I tell you. Now give me the fucking brandy before I break your neck."

‘Omega… What a surprise… Got yourself into trouble already… Here for an abortion… You should be at the Breeding Centre, where all worthless Omegas belong…’ Unfortunately, this is what most thought of Omegas, just because they could conceive easily, even outside their heats and with any male, unlike the higher ranks that have to wait for their heats and conceive easier if they are with their fated mate. Isadora fights Opal so she doesn’t take over and cause trouble, as Opal may have been an Omega wolf, but she comes from a pure bloodline of Alphas. Isadora did a little research when she was 10, as she didn’t understand why, if she was an Alpha, then why were they picking on her and calling he

Then I decide to shower quickly. Once I dry off, I curl into my freshly made bed, wishing my fate was with me. My heart yearns for him even if he doesn’t want me. I don’t know if the fated mate bond is affecting Alpha Valen like it is me. Maybe the bond affects me more because I’m an omega, and I’m weaker. Alpha Valen is not just a regular Alpha. He’s the Alpha Supreme which means he’s strong and powerful because he has other alpha wolves who have submitted to him. Not only that, but Alpha Valen comes from the Obsidian bloodline, a bloodline of strong and fierce alpha wolves. He is much stronger than me, so he can resist the bond like it’s nothing.

His wolf, I realized. He was Alpha, and alphas had significantly more strength than the rest of us. Their wolves could bring anyone to their knees if they willed it. It all depends on the strength of the Alpha, and the strength of the wolf they wish to break. Unfortunately for me, I was the weakest there was. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I looked away while begrudgingly taking his hand. I couldn't resist the pull and I couldn't fight back the pressure of his wolf's presence.

the commander said earning a lazy hum from Ragnar as he stared at the small mirrors on his table that had the paintings of the women his mother wanted him to pick from. "Very well, Nate, you may leave," Ragnar dismissed the commander who bowed in respect before stepping out. Nate was an Alpha himself. But he wasn't a dominant Alpha. There were rarely any dominant Alphas left in the world, while most of the majority were Alphas and betas. The only rare ones were the Dominant Alphas and the female omegas. It had come to the point that everyone believed that no female omegas were there in the world anymore. There were only male omegas.

The weak had no place here. It was something Alpha Dorian Blackwood had drilled into every single wolf under his rule. Cassius’s father was a legend—a brutal, cunning leader who had transformed Blood Fang from a struggling pack into one of the strongest in the region. He ruled with an iron fist, and under his leadership, only the strong survived. Omegas, especially male omegas, were seen as defects. Burdens. Liabilities. I was the only one in the entire pack. A disgrace. And for someone like him, my existence was an insult.