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I'm an Omega. "But I'm an Omega"

"They say you took the Moonrock. They are calling you an Omega whore on every open network from here to the border." Aria stirs in the back of my skull. The wolf claws at my ribs. She wants blood. She wants to rip the throat out of every elder in the Blue-Claw Pack. Let me out, Aria snarls. Let me crush them. "Be quiet," I whisper. I reach down. My fingers touch the glass screen of my handset. The glare hurts my eyes. The headlines are bold, black, and thick with dirt. The Runaway Omega: How Penelope Stole the Sacred Relic.

My Lycan mate, I am just an omega 1 My name is Yolanda Edwards, and I hail from the fierce moon pack as the youngest daughter of our omega. In the world of werewolves, omegas are seen as the weakest link, often subjected to scorn and derision for being deemed useless. It's a common refrain: "They should just go live among the humans since they have no value." As I said, I am Yolanda Edwards, a girl who has yet to awaken her wolf, navigating life in a community that looks down on me not only for my omega lineage but also for being wolf-less at 19. I am a constant target of ridicule within this pack.

Damon laughed as if I was funny. I can't lose here because even though I'm an omega, I'm strong! I will not let myself be defeated in front of Amoux. Being an omega is a big shame for him, so I have to be good at fighting. Who said that a personal doctor can only do treatment? Because I'll make sure I'm different.

"I want to I really do but I have to clean the tables, I don't want to get into trouble with my Alpha!" "What's your name my little mate?" she is over a foot shorter than him. "Claire, Claire smith!" "Ok well Claire, sweetheart as of this moment you are my mate meaning you are now the Beta female to the blue lake pack and not an Omega at eagle eye and you're no longer required to clean any mess here, you will be coming home with me so I can look after you and you'll never live this life again ok princess?"

I just had to hold it in. The crowd was divided into small groups, seated in semi circles but I could feel them…hundreds of eyes, waiting. The spotlight made by skin feels hot, my wolf already seemed unbothered by the attention, but I wasn't. “I present to you all, our most prized possessions! The finale of the night. These three omegas are said to have different kinds of rare skills!” The auctioneer began. “The first omega is a healer. She can heal any kind of sickness and I guarantee it's a fine deal! And not to worry, it's tested.” He winked at the crowd, and I only frowned at his words.

I looked up before I could stop myself. Our eyes met. There was something strange in his gaze—not suspicion, not accusation. Almost… respect. My wolf stirred again, uneasy, confused. Selene laughed harshly. “Strong? She’s an omega. Don’t flatter her.” The guard’s jaw tightened, just a fraction. “Even omegas can carry legacies,” he said. The words sent a shiver through me, cold and electric. Legacy. It echoed with the kidnappers’ voices from my nightmares. Awakening. Blood. Moon-blessed.

Around the amphitheater, wolves looked from Elowen—standing bare‑handed on old stone, aura steady—to Calista, shining with borrowed light that couldn’t quite keep up The comparison etched itself into the air. Elowen rolled her shoulders back. The Gate’s weight pressed under her ribs, demanding more. “You have my name,” she said. “My blood. You know what they’ve called me. *Omega.* *Mistress.* *Asset.* *Lot.* * Anomaly * Today, I’m claiming something else.” The circle hummed, approval and demand were entwined.

Jessica explained. Bella heard some paper shuffling sounds and loud tapping on a computer keyboard on the other end of the call, it was like Jessica’s busy looking into something as she paused in interval during her explanations. “So what is it?” “Your mother is a royalty. Yes, an omega wolf royalty. Rare, but they do exist. She was accidentally caught up in an ambush raid the Bluemoon pack, your father had done years ago. That’s how she ended up being a slave.” Bella’s lips parted as she heard Jessica’s revelation.

Bethany cackled and said, "Of course she was. I told the little Omega she needed to stop trying to play a role that she wasn't fit for." "And what the hell does that mean?" "She's an Omega. She has no value. You shouldn't even waste your time looking for her." "That Omega is one of the last she-wolves with ancient blood, so you watch how you talk about her," Garrett retorted. "We don't need to be arguing right now. We need to come up with a plan."