Mpreg Omega Novels & Stories

“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.

“Besides, she adores you. She’d never set you up with a creep.” “True,” Lena conceded. “She does sort of act like my second grandmother.” “With witchy tendencies,” Mara added brightly. “Oh, definitely. She carries enough crystals to open a shop.” They shared a laugh, the kind that made a tight knot unwind in Lena’s chest. Then Mara leaned closer and whispered, “You know she’s a shifter, right?” Lena rolled her eyes. “She told me that, yes. It could also be dementia.” “No. She was dead serious. I googled her family name… there are articles. Old newspaper stuff.” Mara shivered. “If she offers you tea, don’t drink it unless she tells you what’s in it.”

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.

I showed him and he looked surprised. “You want to train? But it will be hard for you. Besides you are an omega!” He said. “What do you mean by I am an omega? Omega does not have the right to protect itself. Does omega not have the right to train and protect the people they want? Why do you people have a prejudice against omegas?!” I wrote furiously on the book and I knew he could feel my anger.

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.

She licked her lips as if remembering the taste of it. Then, she resumed in her monologue, “There’s this funny and ridiculous rumor plaguing the whole South at the very same time Myrri got so nosy. It was said that one unwanted omega wolf would come and bring peace. Halting and stopping everyone from doing the very thing vampires love to do—chaos. And the only thing to know and differentiate her from the others is that she ain’t a future Luna. A onee-ofa kind banished omega.” She clasped her hand and chimed, “And you obviously aren’t a future Luna! Your mate is my handsome and annoying nephew!”

He could feel the hot sticky liquid seeping out of his hole. Zen was able to get word out of his mouth. "S-Sir, please pull out.." Sevastian didn't listen as continues to fuck him. Oh God, when will this alpha in rut end? He thought that one round was enough to subside his rut. But it turns out he underestimated the lust of a supreme level alpha. "Zen... even though you're merely an alpha, inside definitely feels like of an omega's." "Don't worry, I'll turn you into one soon." Zen closes his eyes as Mr. Claude trusts faster. What is with alphas and their obsession with mating with omegas.

The omegas bathed her and dressed her up in preparation for her martial arts class with Maggie. Then she was led to the venue which was a lonely and quiet field. Maggie was a five feet tall lady who was a little ripped. She had a brown coloured hair which she plaited in two. She bowed slightly and made a brief introduction of herself. Twenty six years old and a guardian wolf. Apparently, a guardian to the omegas.