Novel & Cerita Little Omega

My body was still weak, and my stomach twisted from hunger, but I forced myself to stand. “The Luna will be presiding over the selection alongside the Alpha,” he continued. “You need to wash up first.” Before I could ask anything, a young woman appeared behind him.She looked nervous, keeping her head lowered as though she didn't want to draw attention to herself. From the way the guard spoke to her, I could tell she was an Omega—the lowest rank in their pack. “Take her and get her cleaned up.”he ordered. The girl nodded quickly.“Yes, sir.”

EVANGELINE. My eighteenth birthday. A night that should be memorable, one that every werewolf waits for. For me last night was meant to be so important. Being that I am the weakest of the pack, my options are already limited, but after last night things just got worse. I am Omega. I am the lowest on the food chain, prey. A nobody. An omega is only good for two things; to serve as a pup carrier or a plaything for a wolf who wanted me. That’s what’s expected anyway. As an omega we are meant to be meek and submissive, and most of all, compliant.

Eden POV. Welcome to the bottom of hell, please leave all kinds of hopes and dreams outside. The name is Eden, I'm a girl, an Omega girl, yes Omega means that I am a werewolf, I belong to a pack. You know all the stories you hear about Omegas, them being weak, abused, taken advantage of? You know all that jazz, well I'm happy to say it's all lies. Most omegas live happily in wolf packs, they are cared for, loved, and overly spoiled! An Omega is the pack baby, we are worse than puppies, see all the stories they are lies, most omegas, like ninety-nine percent of them are that spoiled.

"A what?" He laughed. "An Omega man. He doesn't care about being seen by his peers as the toughest, smartest, most popular." "Like the typical alpha," she commented. "Exactly. Omega men have a resourcefulness and cunning to get the job done with their own skill. They are all things alpha and more." He swallowed some coffee. "When I left for the Marines, my father gave me a tiny pin to wear, the Greek Omega symbol. He told me to carry it into battle and use it as a guiding force in my life. It gave me strength without wearing my ego on my sleeve."

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.

She cried, pouting her lips and frowning like a little brat. “In that case, a trial will be heard, and if she is found guilty, she will be stripped of her she Wolf status and become a low-rank omega.” Alpha Evan declared. He did not like to be challenged, and it was obvious that he did not wish to be made a fool of either.

, Rafferty advised while getting up to leave. As soon as Rafferty was clear of Treyton’s sight, he bellowed for a guard. “Guard, bring me an omega girl, this instant ” Treyton yelled. And before the blink of an eye an innocent, petite girl came marching toward Treyton, “I enjoy watching you cower in fear, Kneel in front of me”, Treyton commanded, and she did just that. Omegas are the weakest and lowest rank of wolves. They are often used as servants.

THE SMALL LOYAL PACK The dampness of the riverbank clung to our skin like a second layer of clothing. We were huddled in a small cave just past the canyon’s mouth, the sound of the Black River rushing by just outside. I watched them—my "small pack." They weren't high-born knights or trained guards. They were the ones the world had forgotten. The Omegas. The ones told they were too weak to lead and too soft to fight. "My hands won't stop blueing," Elara whispered, rubbing her fingers together. She was barely nineteen, with eyes that had seen the inside of a factory for most of her life. Now, she held a sharpened stake like it was a scepter.

Seth said to his father bitterly. “It’s not wrong for me to want to protect my pack. And do you have any idea how many alphas would want to have a gifted omega in their pack? A gifted omega is the most precious gift a pack could ever have. They are very precious and special and also very rare. So you should be thankful I want you to mate with him”. The alpha said. He began to think that maybe if he took his parents hostage then he was going to come back and do what he wanted him to do.

But just as we were about to take our first bites, two other women approached. "Well, well, look who's decided to grace us with her presence," one of them sneered as her contemptuous gaze openly swept over Amaya. "I beg your pardon" I said on behalf on Amaya who cowered at their demeaning words. The other woman scoffed. "Don't bother," she spat. "You're not invited to this conversation. So why don't you just keep your mouth shut?" Did she just insult her Luna? I wondered. Perhaps they already heard stories about me being a weak omega in my old pack but they were mistaken. Even though Maverick hadn't marked me, that didn't give anyone the right to speak to me in such manner.