Mate In Omega Novels & Stories

he said, his serious tone conveying just how much he meant it. What? I glanced at my mother for reassurance, but she simply nodded, causing me to sigh and concede to my father's words. I had never been a popular girl, neither at school nor within our pack. My family and I were Omegas, the lowest rank that many higher-ranked wolves deemed weak or pathetic. Still, we found happiness in one another. I admired the deep love my parents shared, and how they extended that affection to my two sisters and me.

“Because you’re Maverick Campbell! The Alpha, the Captain of the Daciana Wildcats—” “Yeah, and?” “You seem to have this conspiracy theory about me trying to ruin your team.” If things with Gage and Storm didn’t simmer down quickly, then my theory would be correct. “That doesn’t mean anything. You’re my fated mate. As much as this is the worst time, that doesn’t change the importance of the mate bond. Besides, maybe I want this, Little Wolf.” I couldn’t hide my smirk. Why didn’t she believe me? Did Odessa Sloane live under a rock? It didn’t matter that she was an omega. She was a damn beautiful and fiery omega. I wanted to see where this went.

That's totally impossible, because my boyfriend is a descendant of a strong and special werewolves called Vanshants. The Vanshants have been the ones ruling all the packs in the entire region. They can't be mated to omegas. So you can imagine why I didn't flinch when he called her his mate. Even the Moon goddess can't stop me from being Alpha Enzo's mate and Luna, not to talk of the God forsaken, slave girl called Melissa. She's no match! I'm just calm to see, if Alpha Enzo and the Silver Crescent Pack are putting up a test to see my true colors.

Pretty much since I had a fit about being called an Omega nobody had really used the word. Why did it turn me on so damn bad?? Why did I suddenly want him to say it more? “Say it again,” I moaned, my hand moving to my clit and stroking it. “Hmmm,” I heard, but it was more like a rumble. I felt his chest vibrating against me and I knew it was Rowe, Scout had done the same thing. “My … Omega. My … mate,” he said, slowly and with purpose. I rubbed my little ball of nerves harder, my finger easily gliding over it. He pumped harder, deeper as we both moaned together.

They had the urge to claim her right there, to taste those rose petals of her. However, the next second they all were filled with rage! Mate! She is their fucking mate! They never wanted a mate in their life. A mate makes you weak and there should be no weakness in a leader's life. They are born to rule and conquer and having a mate will be nothing more than their weakness. "You are an omega." Dominic spatted in hatred. He can't believe he got a fucking weakling omega as his mate. He never wanted a mate in the first place and the moon goddess gave him the weakest of all.

My Lycan mate, I am just an omega 1 My name is Yolanda Edwards, and I hail from the fierce moon pack as the youngest daughter of our omega. In the world of werewolves, omegas are seen as the weakest link, often subjected to scorn and derision for being deemed useless. It's a common refrain: "They should just go live among the humans since they have no value." As I said, I am Yolanda Edwards, a girl who has yet to awaken her wolf, navigating life in a community that looks down on me not only for my omega lineage but also for being wolf-less at 19. I am a constant target of ridicule within this pack.

Only one woman in their department garnered equal parts respect to be recognized as a superior and discourtesy to be badmouthed freely. “Oh, you didn’t know?” Ava said softly. “It’s Chief Carson. Oh, this is such a hard thing to discuss, you know,” she clutched a hand over her chest as though grief had taken over it. “She’s not equipped to bear a pup. She was married once, but her mate broke it up because of that. I can’t imagine how hard it is not being able to fulfill the duties of an Omega.” She shook her head, looking compassionate.

Her hand slid beneath her pillow, gripping the poisoned laced dagger she always kept on her. “Reyna.” That voice. Deep, rough and familiar enough to ignite every nerve in her spine. She sat up slowly, keeping her tone calm. “Alpha.” Karl stepped into the small room, filling it with his presence. His gaze roamed over her, her loose hair, her bare feet, the faint shimmer of moonlight on her skin. Her scent assaulted his nostrils, his jaw clenched. “You didn't tell me you were my mate and by the look of it, you are once mated and your matebond, although seems weak, you're still mated to another wolf”

Without uttering a word, I knew what he was going to do, but my body visibly trembled as I wasn't prepared for it. "You're not just ugly and dirty, you're stupid as well. Didn't your little brain tell you that we can't be mates? What makes you think that the next Alpha of the Grey Rock pack will stoop so low to accept a wolfless omega as a mate?" He belittled me while I sniffed, trying to hold back the tears that fought so hard to spill down my cheeks. "But the Epsilon..." I knew I sounded stupid and the fact was glaring, but I hoped that he wouldn't reject me this way.

She screeched, and I stared at her with shock. “If only our Alpha had waited and mated with his fated mate instead of falling in love with a lowly omega like you, he wouldn’t have gotten this weak! We wouldn’t have been losing the fights like now! Hell, there may not even be a war if he had been at his full strength with his fated mate beside him!” The woman accused as she pointed her finger at me and I could feel the eyes of everyone turn towards us, her voice echoing around as everyone turned silent all at once. Even the moaning of the injured seemed to stop for a moment.