Little Omega Novels & Stories

I will replace her, even though I won't be a permanent member of the Red Moon pack, but you will be a big slap to her! "Aren't you just an omega? Shouldn't you be serving us?" She whispered to me when it was time for us to fight. We were about to enter the training ground when he spoke. I felt angry. What kind of person is she to belittle an omega like me? "Oops!! Sorry, I didn't mean to be vulgar. We found out you were an omega in Nightwalker. They just adopted you, didn't they? That means you don't have a family or even a pack."

“It’s your business to bully other people?!” “Yes! It has nothing to do with you!” “You…..” “And besides, she’s an omega nobody cares about her!” I frown. I keep on hearing foreign words since I came here…what the heck is an omega? I turned to Joyce for an explanation…she clears her throat and leans closer to my ear. “An omega is the lowest rank in our town…they are like the poorest people…!” I nod and turned to Janet….my hands on my waist. “Even if she’s an omega, it doesn’t give you right to bully her!”

She explained. I scoffed. Duty my foot. “Omega? What does that mean?” “Uh… the lowest members of a pack.” “And why should they be called omega?” “Because they're mostly born into it. Weak wolves are made omega too.” My mouth forms an o shape. If I were to continue living amongst these wolves, I need to know more about them. With that thought in mind, I shifted my gaze to the little girl before me. “Is there a library here?” “Oh, yes, there is. Please, follow me and I'll show you the room.” Her eyes sparkled at the mention of books. I assume she loved to read too.

I had a terrible past. When I was 15, my aunt sent me to the Litha Moon Pack to be a slave. The Alpha there was cruel, often mistreating omegas like me. I was fortunate that at the time, when his desires called for omegas to satisfy his lust, I wasn't chosen.

Five winners would be offered a record deal with two of the biggest labels in New Thailand. But those two labels were the only ones except for those handsome Alpha boys—maybe an attractive one or two, but mostly handsome—and Ashly was an Omega. As you could see, that is a huge problem—not for her, though. She loved his being an Omega. She owned her title proudly, and whoever had an issue with her gender could kiss her perky ass. When she was younger, Adom told her that being Omega was special. Omegas are the most cherished of them all because they're rare to find. If anyone harmed an Omega, they would be put in jail. But some Alphas and Betas treat Omegas like a piece of sh*t and say they're

“She lives across the hall from you?” Calliope tilted her head, pleased and smug. “Mmm. Lena Marlowe. Sweet girl. Strong energy. A wolf heart she hasn’t discovered yet.” Silas’s eyes widened. “She’s latent?” “Maybe,” Calliope said, far too casually. “Or maybe she’s something rarer.” Ronan’s pulse jumped. Heat slid down his spine. His wolf rose again, attentive. Calliope watched them like a cat watching mice. “Both of you felt it, didn’t you?”

Mum quickly grabs a clean uniform and hands it to me. "What they did is just sick," She whispers, and I shrug, putting on the clothes. Zane and Derek have already left again. I wonder where they always go. Zane doesn't tell me anything. I am secretly planning to skip today's classes. I texted my friends from my former school and they are expecting me. That's why I will sneak normal clothes into my backpack when mum leaves. "I was an omega, at least everyone thought I was," my mum starts to talk, and my brows furrow in confusion. Omegas are the lowest-ranked wolves. They are believed to be the weakest in the werewolf hierarchy. Does that mean I am omega too?

replies alpha Frank. “then who are we talking about” Archer takes places his butt atop the table. “we are all ears Jeremy” speaks beta Harrison. “charlotte Romero. The former Alpha’s daughter” Jeremy’s voice came out in slow pauses; he knew a female never holds position in the moonstone pack. “will you take back those words! you know where women belong” growls Alpha Frank. “anywhere they want to be, don’t you think so Jeremy, women. Belong. Where. They want to be” Archer smiles at the end of his sentence, and with a sudden jump he gets off the table.

“Pretty okay for a stranger. One of the pack women brought breakfast to me. She didn’t speak much to me, only told me that you wanted to see me this morning.” “Most of the omegas don’t talk much,” I muttered. Her gaze lifted, steady and searching. “What is an Omega?” “They are the lowest group of wolves in our pack but they are equally as important as the rest of the other wolves. They help with the chores and help keep the pack tidy,” I replied. “Hmm, they’re wary of me.” She said as a group of female wolves bowed to me and quickly walked away muttering words about “the strange girl”.

Ollie said, and it occurred to me he might make an excellent lieutenant. We turned the way Ollie had indicated, back to the supply gate, and had made it perhaps twenty yards when the door opened. We turned back as one. An omega was standing there, one with almost white-blond hair. She sneered at us. “We don’t want her anyway! She can’t possibly be the one prophesized!” I shrugged and turned away. What a nut job. “She’s a Luna Wolf!” the omega said, and at that I did have to look back.