Mate In Omega Novels & Stories

I had registered for the "mate match,' and that was where I was headed. The mate match was the main reason for the mating ceremony occurring. Every year, those who were of the required age in the pack where to register for the mate match. The mate match was the last event; here, the chief priest would announce everyone along with their mate through the holy book of gods, a book gifted to our ancestors by the moon goddess herself. At the beginning of the ceremony, a sacrifice would be made to the moon goddess to thank her for taking the time to choose a mate for everyone. This included the killing of a werewolf from the pack—a weak werewolf or perhaps an omega. It was obvious that the pack di

I struggled with the restraints as I studied my environment. "You know while I was playing dead and you got mated; my interest piqued on mate bonds." I heard Ace's voice talk behind me as my shoulders stiffen. I was breathing hard as I stared at the floor, desperately trying to drown his voice out. "The interesting thing about mated bonds is first; the alpha is immune to other omegas heat and pheromones except their omega mate and the omega's heat cannot be scented by any other alpha except their mate. Now the second one is very interesting..." Ace said as he stood in front of me.

Pregnancy with women of any kind is as high as those of Omega men. The Omegas are also the only ones who can undergo “true mating” with an Alpha. When an Alpha and an Omega mate, a “Bond” could happen when the Alpha decides to “mark” the Omega through biting onto his nape. That bite seals the Bond between the Alpha and the Omega—the act where the Alpha is fully owning the Omega. The Omega then can no longer mate with any other Alpha and his Heat wouldn’t affect any other Alpha aside from who he bonded with.

“I am an Omega.” Melissa has been an Omega all her life and that is a fate she has long come to accept, she did not expect a life mate. She did not even want to meet hers, life mates are a rare phenomenon now in the werewolf world. Only Alpha’s tend to find a life mate and nine out of ten times, she is of an equally high rank. Never an Omega. Alpha Mason stared at the mark on her neck, instantly his eyes widened and fell. His hand fell from hers and he stared at the mark on her neck with a mix of several overwhelming emotions.

“Did you not realize that your mother was an Omega? So was your grandmother.” “What? No she wasn’t. Mom was very strong.” “Your mother was an Omega. She was strong because I personally trained her, but she was still an Omega.” “Oh.” “Yeah. It’s actually pretty common for an Alpha to have an Omega mate. A lot of Lunas, both male, and female are Omegas.” “Why?”

“Yes! Why not? I believe there’s nothing wrong with it. The Moon Goddess brought it up herself. In our law, there’s nothing wrong with being mates with an omega, right?” What’s wrong with Felix? Why did he change his mind?

I sighed at how my life turned out as an omega of the pack. “Why are you content being an omega, Alex?” she asked, with eyebrows furrowed. I let out a sigh and said, “There’s nothing wrong with being an omega, Layla. And having a mate is just torture for us because, for sure, our mate will abandon us if they will find out we are an omega. Also, omega couldn’t have a mate and I’m fine with that.” But it’s all a lie. I think about it my entire life because only my mate could save me from this hellhole. “You’re right. We should accept our fate,” she said, while sighing helplessly.

“An Omega? Is this meant to be a joke?” Grey said to himself, staring at the window. “I’ve made my findings and that’s what it presents, your mate is an omega." Theo; the man Grey sent to make Inquiries said. Grey sighed and chuckled, was the goddess trying to play a prank on him? Does she spite him that much? His thoughts ran wild but he hid all these underneath his cold and stoic look, there was no way he'd let anyone see him worried or tensed. He inhaled deeply and exhaled sharply.

Maybe two months ago this would have busted her self-esteem, but not now. She knew who she was to her mate and no one else mattered. Especially not a shallow omega who was after a mated alpha. “Actually, he’s just got one omega now. Me. See, I’m his mate, and regardless of what you think or want or do, it’s going to stay that way. And look, lady, it doesn’t say anything good about you that you’re trying to intimidate me so that you can hit on a mated alpha. My alpha. It makes you look cheap and desperate, so just back off and leave us alone.”

So I scrambled up, and rushed to stand in the line with the other omegas. Today was the Mate Matching, a sacred consultation which was held for every werewolf who had come of age. The shaman whom the Alpha had invited would guide us through the ritual, using the moon's blessing to pair us with our destined mate. For an omega like me, this event meant everything. A mate meant protection, stability, and finally, a way of belonging, something I had craved my entire life.