Mpreg Omega Novels & Stories

' They both discussed through mindlink, hoping the idea goes as planned and the assassin falls into their trap. Few minutes later. Mike came out and announced everything according to how Tyler told him , Jake was devastated at the news his adopted daughter is too weak to change into a wolf, thinking of how to break the news to his mate while the Gamma jubilated secretly at the outcome hoping he could turn some of the pack members into putting his daughter as the Luna while the Beta had a neutral reaction towards everything and went out quietly as I nothing happened....

I get plenty of time off and I’ve gotten close with Maggie and one of the other omegas, Sophie. Sophie is the only other omega that is close to my age. Although the Renegade Pack was a decent size, it didn’t have that many omegas. Most of the ones that they had were in their 30s or older, and Sophie and I were the only ones in our 20s.

This pack holds so many secrets and lies, it's hard to tell what is real and what isn't. People are the main reason for that proclamation. Take Rosie, for example. She is so obsessed with Alpha Matthew's that even when she found out I was his mate, Me ... the useless, deaf orphan, she still beat the living daylights out of me for it and claimed that I would never be worthy of anyone else again. I think that really set my self-esteem off because I knew I wouldn't be. An omega lives by an agreement amongst other omegas ... never turn on each other. Never allow another to harm one of your own. You are the lowest of the rank; it doesn't get much lower than being an omega, and everyone of a highe

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

I am sure you are thinking, Oh, I am a princess, and I have the best life. How I wish that were true, but sadly, it is not. And that is all because of one thing. I am an omega. And an omega is the worst thing one can be in this kingdom. Omegas are known to be carriers of a plague that, if they are not killed, will inevitably wipe out the rest of the wolf race. Which is why once an omega is discovered, their penalty is death. Only omegas married to powerful Alphas are spared from this fate. It is believed that the mate bond with an Alpha is the only thing that can provide the diseased wolf with stability.

before Gamma Patrick whispered in my ears, “Omegas are killed like chickens. Misbehave and you’ll be the next barbeque.” My heart was bitter. So many threats. Why did the moon goddess make omegas? Why can’t everyone be equal in the werewolf community? I asked myself as I looked up to the sunny skies like I could see the face of the moon goddess even in the blinding ray of the sun.

“Or are we just creating liabilities? Wolves who’ll need protecting instead of doing the protecting?” Across the yard, I saw Tiana’s head turn. She had heard. “Actually,” Tiana said, moving toward us, “the omega warriors have shown remarkable improvement. Their completion rate on the training modules is higher than the beta class from last quarter.” Margaret’s smile tightened slightly. “Completion rate isn’t the same as combat effectiveness.” “True.” Tiana’s voice stayed calm. “But their sparring scores tell the same story. They’re adapting quickly, learning to use their natural advantages to compensate for what they lack in raw strength.”

I nod my head too. “You mean to say that all the force you’ve been using since a while ago is you trying to get yourself into were mode?” he asks. “Yes” “Well no, you don’t need to use force when getting into were mode, it’s actually the opposite, a free stance, you’ve gotten it before right?” I nod yes in response to him. “Then all you need to do is channel that memory to your now practice”

My lips crack with thirst. The door creaks open. Light slices into the dark. My heart leaps in terror, expecting Clara’s shadow. But it’s not her. A hand slips in. Trembling. Thin. In it, a piece of bread and a dented cup of water. I lift my gaze. Another Omega stands there, eyes wide with fear and pity. “Eat,” she whispers. “Please. Before they come back.” Tears sting my eyes, hot and humiliating. Not for the pain, not for the rejection. But for this—the fragile kindness of an omega.