Letter Before Omega Crossword Novels & Stories

"Mate! Mate! Mate!" Lia continued chanting in Elena's head. "What do you mean by mate?" Elena questioned Lia. "Omega" "Mate" Alpha Prince Donald and Leonard said respectively. A frown appeared on Donald's face immediately, he faced Leonard. "What do you mean?" He asked. "She is my ma.." "No, she is not, she is just an omega" Donald cut Leonard off. "But..."

Nobody would dare to disturb me during my office work UNLESS it’s something urgent. So I gently placed down my phone, staring at the omega. “I’m sorry for disturbing your work, Alpha Andrew.” I stood up from my chair and approached the omega. “I assume it’s something important.” “It is, Alpha,” the omega responded confidently. My brows raised, alert for the next thing she would say. But instead, she pulled out a white letter from behind. I turned my eyes to the letter and quickly noticed the wolf symbol of our council. “I see…” I reached out for the letter, staring at the emblem. “Thanks for bringing it here.”

The quiet in Jace’s cabin felt suffocating, wrapping around me like a heavy blanket. My mind churned, replaying every word he had said, trying to make sense of the impossible. My breath was uneven, my pulse still racing from the weight of the truth. **Omega.**

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.

Chapter 15: Two Moons Entwined Chris read through the result slip a couple of times, thinking he had mistaken the word “Alpha” as “Omega”. Nevertheless, no matter how many times he read it, the word “Alpha” was clearly stated there. For whatever unknown reasons, Chris was not satisfied with the result and he was denying the fact Nathan was an Alpha. Before this, he was certain his best friend was an Alpha and he did not mind it. However, after talking to his mother and listening to her thoroughly, Nathan’s description fitted more to be an Omega rather than an Alpha. Nonetheless, a heavy-seed Omega — the rarest of the rare.

My grip tightened around the parchment. "Who did?" I asked, my voice sharp. The three Omegas trembled, instinctively stepping back as though they expected me to lash out. "Alpha Ryker and Alpha Jaxon," the woman whispered, bowing her head in submission. "I don’t know what it says." I exchanged a glance with Zarek before I carefully unfolded the letter. My gut twisted as I read it, the words sharp and taunting. Without another moment’s hesitation, I read it aloud.

“G-Get out!” Carlos blinks out of the stupor. “W-what, no, I’m not—” “Get. Out. Omega ,” the silver alpha snarls, voice raspy from disuse. It sends shivers up Carlos’s spine. . TBC

‎ ‎She hesitated before answering. ‎ ‎“Seraphina.” ‎ ‎I studied her carefully, tilting my head slightly as my gaze traveled from her tangled hair to the dirt smeared across her clothes. ‎ ‎“Seraphina,” I repeated thoughtfully. “What is an Omega doing all the way out here alone?” ‎ ‎She didn’t respond immediately. ‎ ‎“So what happened?” I continued, raising an eyebrow. “Did your pack banish you for being lazy and weak?” ‎ ‎Her head snapped up instantly as she shook it.

Alaric says, “I name Hazel of the apothecary line, daughter of Beta Cleric and Lina, as my Luna. My equal. My mate. From this day until my last.” The pack is silent. Then Elder Malric drops to one knee. “Luna Hazel.” The sound rolls like thunder. “Luna Hazel. Luna Hazel. LUNA HAZEL.” Omegas cry. Warriors thump their chests. Pups howl. I look at my father. Tears are running down his face, but he’s smiling. “Your turn,” Alaric murmurs to me. I step forward. My knees shake. I’m 22, an omega, a healer. But I’m also Luna now.

“You mean I would have to bite him? Mark him as mine?” Dad nods. “Equal partners. Equal claim. That’s what the legends say brings the full blessing of Luna.” I stare at him, trying to process this information. In all my life, I’ve never heard of an omega marking an alpha. It goes against everything I know about pack hierarchy, about the social order that’s been drilled into me since birth. “But I’m an omega,” I say weakly. “You’re moon-blessed,” Dad corrects gently. “If the legends are true, you’re more than just an omega. You’re Luna’s chosen, meant to balance your alpha, not submit to him.”