Novel & Cerita Little Omega

“I don’t know where to start.” Dad sighs again and shakes his head. “Start from explaining what the hell this omega thing is.” I say gently. “In the werewolf world. There’s another type of hierarchy. Same with how with humans there’s hierarchy of class, where some are middle class and some are high class. Well In the werewolf world, an omega is the weakest and least desirable among them. The Alpha is the highest, followed by his Luna, his beta and then gamma. The omega is always last place.”

He cleared his throat, wagging his tail excitedly. "Lead the way." Surprise colored her features, her hand frozen on her hair. "Wait, really?" My pack says it's disrespectful for an Omega to be involved in fun or special activities. Especially ones that involve an Alpha!" I growled but froze quickly when she flinched. "You're not longer an Omega Nicole. Let's go have some fun." I watched her eyes slightly glisten with tears but she was smiling softly. Seeing her shyly look down with that small smile, her eyes sparkling, made my heart swell.

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.

I don't know why even though I don't like her, but I feel sad every time I remember Charmaine. Rumor has it that Edward Adler's 20-year-old youngest daughter was born an Omega. Alex explained to me that Omega is a werewolf who can't change himself into his wolf form, because that's why Omega is usually considered weaker than normal werewolves. No one could confirm this rumor because Adler confined his daughter in their fiefdom, only his first son as Alpha's successor was introduced to the public. We both think it's for that reason that Adler was so thirsty for power and strength.

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

Two held me while their little leader took out her fury on me. They left me bleeding in the corner as they laughed and walked away and, although I knew I could have taken one of them, I also knew I couldn’t take all three. I was an omega. It basically meant I was unranked. I didn’t have the strength their ranks gave them. I would also instantly be in the wrong if I so much as lifted my hand to defend myself.

Taught. One night, after the servants’ quarters had gone quiet, they sat together in a corner of the laundry room folding sheets—Ryleigh's hands red and raw, Natalia's moving on instinct. “So,” Natalia said, flicking a corner tight. “You probably figured out by now I’m not exactly high up the chain.” Ryleigh glanced at her. “What do you mean?” “I’m an omega,” Natalia said casually. “Low-born. The bottom of the pack hierarchy. My parents were both servants. I was born in this house, actually. I’ll probably die in it too.”

“It doesn’t seem like her attitude is because she simply hates you. But the incident evoked the trauma of her past.” “Oh? What happened to her?” Elora immediately added, “If you don’t mind telling me.” “No problem,” Zed said. “She became the omega in her old pack.” “Omega?” Elora furrowed her brows, not understanding the term. Yes, Elora hasn’t taken the time to read the book Caspian gave her. Elora promised herself, after coming home from here she would take the time to read the book. “That’s a term for a werewolf who is at the lowest level. You could say they are slaves in the pack.”

"Luca mentioned you were omega-born. What does that mean exactly?" I picked at the blanket, old shame rising up despite years of telling myself it didn't matter. "In traditional pack hierarchy, omegas are the lowest rank. Meant to be submissive, obedient, basically pack servants. When I was born, my alpha father took one look at my omega designation and decided I was worthless." "That's horrible."

She heaved a sigh, it was the lecture on how to rule a pack and a clan. “Werewolves who are the omegas of their packs Have an interesting role to play. The bottom rung of The pack hierarchy, omega wolves get the last access To food and never get to mate. A werewolf who is Her pack’s omega is the bottom rung, the butt of all the jokes. She may be physically weaker than her Pack mates, or a new member of the pack when all the others have known each other for years, but she’s the bottom rung. Being the omega does have some alphas that understand how to deal with these situations, from the simple and petty to far more important problems. While their methods are decried by other packs as being to