Knotting Omega Novels & Stories

He knew the council hid and altered truths as they saw fit, but this was too far. A knot lock was something that happened when a singular alpha mated and knotted an untouched omega. A virgin’s body wasn’t elastic enough to take a knot without tearing. So, it would rip, and heal repeatedly until it formed a ring of tissue fitted perfectly to the flesh filling it. The process for this was called knot splitting. It was a rare occurrence in this day and age. Where most omegas were shared and lost their innocence to betas, immature alphas, or omegan aids (dildos, they’re stupid silicone cocks for crying out loud).

Not quite convinced Hanna steps back a little and allows Gabriela to answer, Gabriela then says in a slightly sadder tone, “It’s called knotting. It's something that happens to wolves and some other animal species after mating to ensure that the female conceives, though normally it only happens during the female's heat.” Noting the slight confusion but the importance of what she had just said and the delicate state his mate seemed to be in, Vincent decides that that conversation is better left for another time. Wanting to bring her focus back to the moment he moves slightly and groans before he chuckles, “So, my little Alpha, how long are we like this for?”

"Why would the moon goddess give me such a weakling as a daughter?" This has become his new but very old anthem ever since she was born, sparing her his most hateful and disgusted expression. Her sight alone mostly makes him want to puke on himself, he hated being referred to as her father. The only help he has ever done to her was not rejecting and disowning her as his daughter, saving her the grace of being the pack's worthless omega. "She should be thankful for that, at least." He always tells any one who dares to challenge his deep hatred towards her, shutting them up afterwards.

“You’re not an omega, child.” “Yes, I am.” “No, you’re not. You were meant to only appear as one.” “What do you mean by that?” I asked. “Like I said earlier, supernatural, but has to use people to do its will. Neither Lunara nor Solara can meet their objectives without using people.” “So…?” “So they choose who to possess, whose body to take over. You’re not an omega, Rhea. You were only supposed to look and act like one as a disguise. If you appeared powerful, you would have given yourself away and Solara would have killed you a long time ago.”

“We both know that’s because she doesn’t have her wolf. She’s not like every other werewolf.” My fingers clicked a sound. “Exactly my point.” “But you’re not even giving me a chance with her despite knowing she’s my mate.” “How so? I never stopped or prohibited you from seeing her or bonding with her.” “Is this the smart Alpha talking, or dumbass Thor?” he questioned. “We both know for weak Omega’s like her who doesn’t have their wolves, they naturally latch onto the very strong bond they have access to. They’re just like infants wanting their mother around every chance they have. As long as that strong bond is there, consistent and protective, they mostly can’t let go unless they’re dispell

The symbols moved, rearranging into words,a prophecy written in fire: *When the moon is dark and fear is sown The scentless one will crack the stone No wolf, no pack, no home, no kin The lone omega walks alone within* *Power sleeps in fragile bones Waiting for the sacred tones When old mark meets living breath The spell will break, the bond will death* *Beware the one who should not be The key, the lock, the omega free When he wakes, all wolves will fall Mortality will claim them all* The words burned deep in Aeris’s mind.

He licked slowly along the shell of my ear, then down the side of my face, gentle and possessive as his knot continued pulsing inside me, pumping more cum with every throb. “So good,” he whispered breathlessly, lips brushing my skin. “Taking my knot so well… such a perfect omega.” We stayed like that for what felt like forever — locked together, breathing hard, his big body pressed against mine. The knot kept us tied for about fifteen minutes, every small shift sending sparks of overstimulation through me. I could feel myself leaking around the seal of his knot, a mix of his cum and my slick dripping down my thighs. When the knot finally started to go down, Dex carefully pulled out with a we

It was dangerous territory. “K-Knot me, Alpha…” Rose cried, her nails digging into my flesh, jolting me to reality. Low in my throat, a growl escaped until I was arching the omega for better access, cock ramming into her sweet bundle of nerves as she cried out, squeezing my shoulder blades.

She doesn't smell right, but something about her is calling to all my instincts. Some wolves have fated mates. Brute wolves have a different form of fate___Alphas are inherently drawn to Omegas because they can take our knot perfectly. They're also excellent with children and feisty as fuvk. We can technically choose to mate Betas or other Alphas, but most of us crave for Omegas. It's only natural. We're driven by the need to procreate, something Omegas are built to do with an Alpha. It’s all about the knot.

I snarled as I came, thrusting deep one last time, knot swelling and locking us together as I poured everything into her—every ounce of need, every drop of possession. My omega. Ours.