Mastering Their Omega Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Not to mention if the rogues decide to transform as well, they could pose a significant threat. Then Brianna suddenly remembered one of the rumors that she heard back in school. During the year when her parents prohibited her from being friends with Omega… Brianna always secretly tries to learn about them, and she does that by eavesdropping on their group talk during the school break. The Omegas, besides being the weakest in physical combat, hold the secret power that none other wolves have. It was the power they could form if they were in danger, and that power was… A mate called—A power to call their mate by using their blood.

She looks at her beta again and he shrugs. "Why do you think you're scum because you're an omega? We wouldn't be anywhere without our omegas. They make sure we have clean clothes, equipment, fresh food. They are not our slaves. They are pack members who contribute just like everyone else." I just stare at her confused. "No? Omega's are slaves. We aren't part of the pack. We're underneath everyone else." "Who told you this? I think I'd like to meet this person who thinks every pack member isn't equal."

Damon laughed as if I was funny. I can't lose here because even though I'm an omega, I'm strong! I will not let myself be defeated in front of Amoux. Being an omega is a big shame for him, so I have to be good at fighting. Who said that a personal doctor can only do treatment? Because I'll make sure I'm different.

And something more… worry. A young Omega leapt from one shadow to another, nearly tripping over a hidden root. Nova caught them with a swift step, hands firm on the shoulder, eyes steady. “Careful,” she whispered, voice calm but firm. “Every step counts. Every movement matters.” I shifted slightly on the branch, tail twitching. My jaw tightened. She was teaching them strategy, control, coordination. Not just survival… but strength. Hidden strength. Another Omega stumbled, this one more clumsy than the last. Nova moved instantly, arms steady, eyes flashing green with determination. She steadied them, whispered encouragement, and they moved again, faster, more confident.

Master had located this spot just within minutes. I clenched my hands into fists, tightening my thighs unconsciously as all my nerves in my body came to life. My body trembled in need, my omega instincts fired uncontrollably. I felt alone and helpless. My wolf lior was already hypnotised under the influence of masters powerful alpha aura. All it wanted was to just submit to master like a good horny dog, what he wanted me to do. But that was the difference between us humans and them.

"Her research into wolf-spirit gene sequencing is nothing short of revolutionary. It will change the very fabric of our society. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Dr. Cora Blackwood!" The conference hall at the Valeriana Global Werewolf Summit erupted in applause. I stood at the podium, looking out at the thousand-plus werewolf scholars and pack leaders from around the world. Three years. In three years, I had successfully isolated the gene responsible for uncontrolled shifting in Omegas and developed a sequence to enhance the power of the wolf spirit.

"You need to learn to suppress the glow, contain the energy, and mask your signature so they read you as a normal omega." "Can I do that in three days?" I asked. "You don't have a choice," Mara replied. We trained for three more hours. Mara pushed me relentlessly. She made me summon the warmth, hold it, shape it, and then force it back down over and over until I could find it and suppress it within seconds. By the end, I was drenched in sweat, and my legs were shaking. "Enough for today," Mara said. She handed me a flask of water. "Tomorrow we work on the projection. Controlled projection, not the wild burst you threw at Thorne."

My father had been having an affair with her all this time, even when my mother was alive. As soon as she came to live in our house with her son, all of Dad’s attention went to her. He started neglecting his duties, and because of that, our alpha reduced our rank, from beta to omega. As I made up my mind, I looked at Josh. He was kissing my neck, both his hands gripping my waist. He was hard too, I could feel it beneath me. “Josh, stop. Now,” I said. But he didn’t listen. He kept kissing me like he couldn’t hear me at all. When he looked at my lips, his face showing how turned on he was, I grabbed his throat and started to strangle him.