Mastering Their Omega Novels & Stories

“Enough about the history lesson. Just know that you are the goddess’ chosen one. You shall reunite the werewolves. If they see an Omega wolf flourishing and leading them as their Queen, omega discrimination will be a thing of the past.” My eyebrows knit. Is that why the goddess made me an Omega? That seems like a lot of work, considering I’m only one woman. “No one said you have to do it alone...” Winter says and leaves it at that. She then adds, “When you got marked, you unlocked our powers. Now there’s so much you can do which you will learn about gradually but for now, you need to master the skill of mind manipulation because that’s what you need to save our mate.”

She was affected. For the first time, my always-dominant mate was stirred by my display of power. I turned back to Mordecai, my lips curling. “You think I’m weak? Because I mated an Omega?” I leaned in, whispering for his ears only. “Then you are a fool.”

“Relax them.” I tried, uncurling my fists slowly. “Try harder.” My breath hitched, and I forced my hands open, palms flat at my sides. It felt exposed, vulnerable, like offering myself up. Jason hummed in approval—a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through the air and settled low in my gut. My wolf whined softly in response, a traitorous echo. “You’re an omega, Ms Rose. Fear is natural. Submission is instinctual. But discipline…” His eyes darkened, pupils dilating slightly in the dim light. “Discipline must be taught.”

It must be killing her to know that everything she's heard came from someone she's supposed to love unconditionally. "I don't know if this changes things, Mars. I probably shouldn't be the one telling you this, but they never made it out of the house. Micca's wolf is-" How do I explain this to her in a way that she can understand? "His wolf is an omega. Omegas are the weakest of us, but they're the most vicious when they align themselves with the right alpha. Add the Warhead and he becomes a machine. Nearly unstoppable. His instincts are wired to feed what he needs.

“There's no way an Omega can be that powerful.” Professor Vargan smiled faintly and folded his arm. “I can't tell you anything about them but the only thing you need to know is that they no longer exist.” That was enough to spike my attention, making me wonder what class of Omega I fell into. The professor continued by explaining everything about the Submissive Omegas who were the most common type of Omegas. He described them to be gentle, emotionally sensitive, and instinctively obedient to higher-ranking wolves. Their natural scent emits a calming effect that can pacify aggressive Alphas and Betas, making them ideal for maintaining harmony but also easy to exploit.

“Thank you, Alpha Reid, for your undying support.” “I am worried for your daughters, Commander.” “My children were trained ever since they were young. You should start training your omega too. I know that you tend to spoil her.” “I need to learn more about omegas and their cycles.” “Each omega had their cycles. Each omega had their gifts. My children could either mesmerize people or could give them nightmares.” “Mesmerized?” Command Ravenscroft nodded as Reid gaped. “How does that work?” “Exactly as it is.”

I held her hand reassuringly. “Oh, Lola, I’m here for a job,” I coaxed gently, offering her a soft smile. Traditionally, omegas were considered the lowest rank and were not allowed to shift or receive training on the ground. They were confined to the pack house, performing household chores and cooking for other pack members. However, when I became Luna and joined this pack after marrying Zander, I introduced new laws, giving omegas the opportunity to receive training in self-defense and war. I firmly believed that not being able to shift didn't make them weak, and I had even organized championships and fighting competitions for omegas throughout the year to prove their strength and worth.

Ethan lets out a humorless laugh. “Better for who?”he asks, I hesitate, and then answer. “For him.” Slowly, and deliberately, I straighten up. Then, relax my shoulders, lowering my chin, softening my stance the way I've seen Omegas do. Non threatening, submissive, and invincible, even my breathing slows. “I'll learn how to be an Omega.” I say softly. “To walk and talk like they do.” A loose strand of my hair falls across my face. Without thinking twice, I tuck it behind my ears.

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

Cara said with a smirk. "Don't you speak? Say something... anything." She pouted. I simply shook my head at her, making her let out a sigh. " I'm an Omega, the weakest and smallest in the pack." She said, going back to her sitting position. " As our tradition demands, once an Omega is at his or her second year of shifting, we must be locked up and tortured. The outcome is either a stronger wolf or a dead one." She smiled, looking at me with watery eyes.