Novel & Cerita Manhwa Omegaverse

“Oh, this land will be my territory too because I am your future Luna, Amoux. Do you think that you will end up with Leah? Do you think that your father will easily accept someone like her? She's an Omega.” “She's not an Omega anymore. She's an Alpha now.” Anaya laughed hysterically, and she even shook her head as if I told her something funny. “Amoux,” She whispered in my ear, and gently licked it, which made me groan when I felt a little effect inside of my body. I moved away from her grasp, so she gazed at me using her severe eyes. “I am not afraid that she might be an Alpha, today. You don't know what I am capable of.”

“It’s Tyrone’s mating ceremony. Apparently, he’s found himself an omega.” Her expression darkened instantly, her face twisting in disapproval. “An omega?” she spat, her lip curling. “A beta marrying a creature as lowly as an omega?” She shook her head, her voice laced with scorn. “What is Tyrone thinking? He could have chosen a strong, influential woman—someone from a powerful bloodline, someone like Hannah.”

The only way is to continue with my journey. I walk the whole day, my body is tired but my mind and heart persevere, I want a new life away from torture and constant heart break. I also deserve a happy life. Who said that Omegas don't deserve to be happy? Are we created only to be picked on by higher ranked wolves? It needs to stop. I know a lot of us end up dead most of the time due to the torture and physical pain they inflict on us. Who came up with this absurd rule? We are also created the same way they did. We didn't choose to be born this way. But we still deserve to be treated well, I know I deserve that.

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

Hello readers! First of all, I want to express my gratitude to each and every one of you for your continued support and for embarking on this journey with me. Writing "The Rise of the Omega Supreme - book 1" has been an incredible experience, and I'm thrilled to bring you the second installment of this series.

Her icy eyes took me in with a look of disdain. Once again, my mind went back to the nightmare, and a shiver ran down my spine. But I quickly pushed it aside.It was just a dream. Annalisa may hate me now, but I didn’t believe she’d go as far as trying to kill me. It was just one year, I would leave Sebastian. I took a steadying breath, forcing myself to meet her frosty stare as my heart hammered in my chest. "As far as I know, Omegas are only meant to be one of two things: pup carriers or playthings for wolves who don’t want anything serious..." she paused, standing few steps away and glancing at Ginger and Renee who snickered as they ran to stick behind her.

A WEREWOLF'S PRINT written by 131subin -xx- AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story is an A/O verse within a werewolf trope whereas humans have two genders: main or primary gender is the male/female, and the sub-gender or secondary gender is the alpha/omega (A/O). If you are not familiar with omegaverse, I suggest you look it up before you proceed on reading the story as the sub-gender traits might confuse you. The sub-gender plays vital roles and implications on all major characters in this book. (If you are familiar with omegaverse, you can skip this part and proceed with prologue.)

"Council orders. You hit our grid, we hit your weak spots. Omegas are the key. One sip and boom. Uncontrollable. Drives the whole city mad." One of the rescued Omegas lunged forward despite her pain. "You bastard. My sister's out there right now, screaming. What kind of monster poisons the water?" "Monster that wins," he shot back. Jax arrived then, wiping sweat from his brow, a fresh cut on his cheek. "Avery, med team's overwhelmed. We got maybe a hundred pulled in safe but reports say five thousand showing signs already. Alphas going feral in packs. One group nearly stormed a bakery because an Omega hid inside."

I made sure of that…or I thought I did. It started the day Dante dragged her out of the holding cells and claimed she’d be more useful breathing and active than being left to rot in the cells. I didn’t believe him then. Omegas with no shift had no place. Definitely not here in Crimson. And yet… She survived. Barely at first. She was clumsy in training, very brittle in spirit. A single sharp word could’ve sent her folding into herself. But she didn’t fold. She bent, yes. And on more than one occasion I thought I’d finally watch her break. But each time, she found some ugly, stubborn way to stand again. That was when I started watching closer.

Another figure emerged—a woman, sharp-eyed, lean, radiating a quiet kind of dominance. "You’re not rogue," she mused, tilting her head. "But you’re not pack either." Selene exhaled, measuring their stance, their posture, the way they watched her with both wariness and curiosity. These weren’t ordinary wolves. And she wasn’t an ordinary Omega anymore. "I’m looking for strength," Selene murmured, her voice unwavering. The man smirked, crossing his arms. "Strength can be earned." Selene tilted her head. "Then tell me what I need to do."