Mothership Zeta Novels & Stories

It’s a live feed from Vane Global. I see my father, CEO Vane, standing in a pristine white vault. He’s looking at a stasis pod that contains a girl who looks exactly like me. "The transaction is changing, Zora," my father’s voice echoes through the cavern. "Your mother is on her way to the slums. If you want to save your Alpha, you have to come to me. Bring the Tether. Bring the debt. Or watch the world burn from the bottom of a hole." Dante reaches out for my hand, his fingers trembling. "Zora... it’s a trap. Don’t... go..."

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

“Let me go!“ I yell, struggling against their hold. “Let me go!“ They don't. They just continue to pull me in the direction of the hunting field that sits to the back of the manor. I kick and cry the whole way, but I'm no match for the guards. Zeta wolves are known for their incredible grip and strength, and that's why they are mostly recruited into protective units. By the time we make it to the field, Mom is already standing against a wooden frame, the chain replaced by ropes thick enough to hold the metal frames of the manor gates in place. “Please… please, don't do this.“ I cry, my heart imploding on itself as I watch the guards take either side of her with lit torches.

I sit in the middle of Zane's massive bed, our bed now, I suppose, with my knees pulled tight against my chest, arms wrapped around them like I might hold myself together through sheer physical force. My mother is dead. The words repeat in my mind, a terrible mantra I can't escape. Dead because she tried to save me. Dead because I was born a true omega in a world that treats us like breeding stock instead of people.

Our pack’s pups were born with weakened wolf spirits. I paid for their treatment out of my own pocket, only for their mothers to drag me online.They accused me of using the free wolf treatment I provided for their pups to test serums on children from the contaminated zone, making poor families' pups bear the risk for Alpha pups. What they didn't know was that the pack was badly contaminated. Without treatment, those pups would die. To save their wolves, I brought in the best healers and used the best medication and treatment protocols. Care cost more than eight thousand dollars per pup every month, all of it out of my own pocket. Now the entire internet was accusing me of experimenting on pu

She walked towards him, hitting him on the nape. "Mom!" Zac whined, choking and coughing. "You stupid pup. You are here eating when I've thought of ways to get what we want" Immediately, Zac gave his mother his attention. "How?" Myra leaned down and whispered. "The Omega" "I don't understand, he's just an Omega. What is he going to give us? He's worthless. His only worth is giving birth" Zac hissed.

"Ok, there is one thing also that I forgot to tell you my mom does not hate you. She just doesn't like you for rejecting me without knowing me. She wants me to be just respectful and understanding." "You guys know a mother can be very protective of her baby. So she is just protecting me in her way because if you guys will leave me. I will die according to the prediction. I don't care about my life and death I just want you guys happy. So even if you leave me I will be okay with it." "I just want you to know that I will never force you into anything you don't want. I know how much we alpha can be prideful or egoistic about some things but for me you guys matter a lot."

when I enter the house, the first person who greets me with a scowl is Zoe. “I think I saw someone getting lectured by the lunar again.’’ she says, blowing on her nails and glancing back at me. “ What did you do this time? Could you not keep your hands off the Alpha? do you not know that weston will now become one of the most powerful wolves in the Kingdom? you really need to learn boundaries, sister.’’ “ I don't know what you're talking about.’’ I bawled past her and towards the stairs. halfway Up however, I met with the figure of my stepmother standing at the top of the stairs.

My world, well, it has many ways of tying one down. My mother ignores me when I talk about traveling and adventuring. She says true happiness is in the family—the pack. She says a lot of things regarding the way I should live my life. My father doesn't say so much. He knows of my ambitions but is far too busy with his position to waste precious family time arguing. As our Alpha's Beta, he's gone early in the morning and doesn't get back till late at night. I thought that maybe it bothered my mother as much as it bothers me, but she's proud to be mated to a Beta.

I had no idea and wasn't ready to hear what he would say if he learned that the Fate had bound me to the man's daughter. Our mother was dad's fated mate. She was a low rank she-wolf, an omega. Yet dad made her live within the mansion with us. Pack members didn't object because they considered her dad's breeder. It never mattered to dad as long as we were together as a family. And we were a happy one. Until dad went to Alpha Laz for a favor. Our little family got destroyed after that. The hateful Alpha Laz brought his sister into our home in the name of an alliance. My mom got kicked out and later died of a broken heart.