Little Omega Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Roxie grinned at the realization. “That's Reyna, from Stoneheart Pack. She’s an omega, beautiful but she's cold and distant and despite being the lowest and weakest rank of wolves, she's stronger than any of us here. Everyone thinks she's going to win,” Isleen whispered slowly to Roxie. An omega? Roxie frowned. What was an omega? Bloom called herself an omega too. Roxie wanted to ask but got cut off when Reyna spoke. “I'm sorry am late,”

I do not want to be either. "That was some impressive work out there." A voice says in front of me. My eyes snap open. A girl is standing in front of me. She's tall and muscular, with hair the color of midnight chopped short around a face full of sharp angles. Her eyes, a startling shade of blue, are appraising me. She's from my group og pledges. The one who watched me finish with grudging respect. She's holding a waterskin. "I'm Liora Elva," she says, holding it out. "From the Shadowtail pack."

It belonged to Anna. Anna was also an Omega. But in the cruel world of the lower ranks, Anna made herself the boss by stomping on Rosemary. In a werewolf pack, strength was everything. Being an Omega was already hard, but Rosemary was something worse—she was weak. "Are you deaf, Rosemary? Or is your wolf so weak that your ears stopped working?" Anna sneered. She walked closer and kicked over Rosemary's bucket of soapy water. The dirty water rushed across the stone floor, soaking right through Rosemary's old shoes.

They didn't know she was trying to stop the urge from ripping their throats apart. Delaney notices many other shabbily clad hostages being dragged out of their cells as they make their way into the filthy hallway. She also discovered that the slaves were werewolves, not humans, after inhaling their scent. They were omegas. Omega wolves are the weakest of the wolf species, whose strength is compared to that of a human. The only difference is their super-hearing abilities, sense of smell and a few other things. They strolled aimlessly as if they had been subjected to a series of torments. Their eyes had darkened for a long time, replaced by pessimism and defeat.

He could feel the hot sticky liquid seeping out of his hole. Zen was able to get word out of his mouth. "S-Sir, please pull out.." Sevastian didn't listen as continues to fuck him. Oh God, when will this alpha in rut end? He thought that one round was enough to subside his rut. But it turns out he underestimated the lust of a supreme level alpha. "Zen... even though you're merely an alpha, inside definitely feels like of an omega's." "Don't worry, I'll turn you into one soon." Zen closes his eyes as Mr. Claude trusts faster. What is with alphas and their obsession with mating with omegas.

After he saw that they found their seats, he stepped up to the microphone. "Please be seated" he said and everyone sat. Jack smiled as he watched Troy help both his mother and his sister sit. "I have gathered you here tonight for a celebration. Luna Sara and I have adopted a child and we would like to welcome to our family and pack. She was formerly with the Golden pack and the Council has approved us adopting her. She had some hard times at her old pack and needs some TLC now which I know that you will all be happy to provide. She is very special not only because she will be our pack member and my child but she is also a strong Omega. I tell you this because we will not have secrets in this

At seventeen, I weighed more than every other average teenager in my school and my own pack as a whole. Yes, I was the only plus-sized wolf in all of Bluecoven’s pack and even worse, I was an Omega. The lowest in the hierarchy. A pushover of a species that is the one and only embodiment of weakness. In my world, Omegas were almost non-existent and the few that did were seen as some sort of game for the high-rank wolves to catch and boost their egos.

She was just so pretty with her silver hair and eyes and she also treated Beverly fuck up again. 'He was just so excited about it.' Tyler snapped out of it, she is the Luna and you are an ordinary Omega ' He chanted inwardly, oh how I wish I was a good looking Alpha So I could even stand a chance of being her mate, Tyler thought dazed. Evelyn couldn't get her mind off the Omega she just saw. He is just so cute, "Luna, the Alpha of Redmoon pack just accepted the invitation for your birthday." the Beta announced.