Mpreg Omega Novels & Stories

"My mother cheated on her husband, the then alpha of the Chicago Pack, and apparently with a sorcerer, having me. Really, how else would I have been born an omega? My supposed parents weren't exactly wolves of the lowest rank." Lexie was clear on this one. Belinda's final words had been meant as a jab at her, who had been born an omega simply because her parents were one. It felt like a low blow, especially coming from someone who was supposed to be her best friend. However, Lexie also recognized that Belinda must be going through a lot. It wouldn't do to judge someone who was likely suffering by what they said.

one of the male council members sitting at the far end of the table said. Darius stood up immediately. Considering everything that had happened since meeting him less than ten minutes earlier, it was surprising I had almost forgotten he was even there. “Stormfang Pack would be happy to speak for her and make sure she stays safe once she passes the trial.” A wide smile spread across his face, his messy red hair making him look charming in a rough sort of way. “You all know we’re a strong pack, and we already have one blessed omega among us.” Are there other omegas here?

There were several articles online about omega mate-bonds, so I spent the next hour reading them. “Omegas are fragile, naturally submissive, and emotionally dependent.” “Bonds with omegas are suitable for strong wolves.” “It’s easier for omegas to get pregnant.” Ugh! I groaned, rolling my eyes so hard they almost hurt. Most omega-related information online was shallow and outdated anyway. Apparently, according to wolf society, omegas only existed to obey, reproduce, and look pretty beside wolves. Wonderful! Despite initial disappointment, I continued scrolling. But the result didn’t have anything new as well.

“And I didn’t summon you here for pleasantries. Tell me who you are and what you are exactly.” Her throat bobbed, and fingers curled into her top like they could hide her. “I’m Dextera Neville, an Omega of Bisclaveret Pack, under the reign of Alpha Kestrel Wagner, son of Nelson Wagner, Sovereign Of His Bloodline.” I folded my arms. “Save me the hierarchy. I want real answers. You know what I'm talking about, young lady.” “I… I don’t...” I cut her off. “What happened last night, Dextera? You’re a wolfless Omega as far as I know. That’s what your records from Bisclaveret said. You never shifted! But what I saw out there in those woods was not an ordinary shift.”

The symbols moved, rearranging into words,a prophecy written in fire: *When the moon is dark and fear is sown The scentless one will crack the stone No wolf, no pack, no home, no kin The lone omega walks alone within* *Power sleeps in fragile bones Waiting for the sacred tones When old mark meets living breath The spell will break, the bond will death* *Beware the one who should not be The key, the lock, the omega free When he wakes, all wolves will fall Mortality will claim them all* The words burned deep in Aeris’s mind.

Ronan took the first bite without shame. Calliope watched them fondly. “You two worry too much.” Silas’s smile faltered. “We just… want this to work.” Her expression softened. “It will. But the right woman for an Alpha–Omega triad isn’t simple to find. She has to carry pieces of both your souls. She has to be strong enough for Ronan’s fire and tender enough for your emotional depth. rare combination.” Ronan looked away. The truth was heavy. “We’ve met dozens of candidates. None of them sparked anything.”

Caius studied him for a moment, quiet, before saying flatly, “There’s a solution.” Miguel’s head jerked up. “What is it?” “Sleep with an omega,” Caius said simply. “That should calm your system.” Miguel flinched, shaking his head hard. “No— I can’t. My father hasn’t passed the company to me yet. An alpha can’t have a child with an omega he isn’t mated to.” Caius tilted his head slightly, bending down to Miguel's length. “Then do it with a boy.” he said in a calm voice as though it didn’t bother him. Well, it didn’t. “Maybe Dax or even Ash. I can help call them if you want.”

Making her mine? Not interested. That's why I need to figure out what's going on with Jacek. Alphas and betas typically share omegas—it's instinct. Keeps the pack balanced. Keeps us from turning on each other and lets us focus on keeping our neutrals safe instead of fighting over mates. But Jacek's never even looked twice at any of the omegas I've brought back. Not that he's a virgin or anything, at least I don't think he is. He had a girlfriend back in high school—until she fucked him over.

he reminded him. "It can be revived if I can get an omega" Haynes explained further. "Which you were unable to find after searching many communities of werewolves for years. Or are you planning to send me to the werewolves so that I could get bitten and become a 'floater' like you?" Sergeanti laughed hysterically. He had discovered his plans. Haynes was a very dubious dishonest and wicked wizard. "No, you don't need to go and search for any werewolves because an omega is lurking in Greenford right now" Haynes ascertained.

Or the bond- the mate pull weakened by me? But Meg had been no omega. She is a Sigma- a rare and powerful wolf who answered to no one, not even an alpha. When the truth was revealed, Soren had been humbled, his pride wounded. He had begged for her forgiveness but she had blocked him off. Even now, he could not contact her. “She’s in the training grounds,” Will said, breaking the silence. “With the gammas. She’s training with them.” I hate that he knows me so well.