Mpreg Omega Novels & Stories

Tyler felt as if something heavy was placed on his eyelids, he couldn't keep it open no matter how he tried , he fought it but he lost, closing his eyes he gradually succumbed to the spell. " Tyler , Jake has appeared I heard the Luna has already ordered a counterattack against him and are headed towards the battlefield now" An older version of Mike hurriedly told Tyler about the situation , as he was the only one who seemed to get close to Tyler or talk to him ever since he was declared the Alpha as other pack members looked down on him for being an omega previously.

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

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.

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.

someone called out in agreement and more voices joined. “Divorce your omega wife and you can marry your fated mate. The moon goddess has blessed you with a beta born as your mate! With her by your side, you will finally be stronger and we can win the war. The future of the pack is going to be safe!” Elder Zachary cheered.

The Gamma's come next and they are mostly warrior,s although some betas are also warriors and some gammas are nobles too. The weakest set of them is the omegas. They neither have wolves nor scents, they are just there, like regular humans. The only thing that diversified them from humans is the fact that they are born of werewolf bloodline. As he walked towards the Archives, Regan couldn't help but be a bit afraid. Because the only explanation to Ivorie's predicament was that she was an omega. Thinking about it alone made him scoff. He was mated to a total weakling.

What he didn’t see was a scared, broken child wishing she had never been born. I stepped closer, and Regina’s gaze held a question I had often pondered: Why had the moon goddess chosen us for this fate? Snapping out of my memory lane, “What are you in this pack?” I questioned. They all looked at me as if I were doing something impractical. Tears welled in Regina’s eyes as she shook her head in disapproval. I stroked her gently, urging her. “Go on. You can do it. Try.” I watched as her parched lips parted, and the words left her mouth in a croaking voice. “I... am an omega.”

If I ever had a Luna, it wouldn’t be her. Transforming back to my wolf form to patrol the area until the other warriors come to stake out the area. I put the out border patrols on alert just in case. Rogues are desperate for omegas. Pack wolves keep omegas away from rogues so they can’t breed. Our hope is they will eventually die out. Beta females can get pregnant but only be other betas. Omega males can’t get anyone pregnant, they are useless but rare. Even if a beta female gets pregnant, she might not be able to keep the pregnancy. Omegas are the only ones able to successfully carry and make it to delivery every time.