Mpreg Omega Novels & Stories

A small voice says from behind me. I turn around to see a young woman with a tiny frame standing in the doorway. Her long black hair hanging over both shoulders, framing her face. "Who are you? I haven't seen you here before." "Sienna. I'm from Alpha Gregory's pack, or at least I used to be. I was an omega, just like you." "Oh okay. My name is Mark. Nice to meet you." I get up and walk towards her with my hand extended. She takes it, and clasps her other hand over mine.

“You are not going anywhere so you might as well zip it before I do it for you” Maggie stares at me too frightened to move, I lean in, inhale her scent and run my canines over her neck. Knowing I was going to be mating and marking her sent me wild. I could do it now but I know she would fight. From what I had read about Pure Omegas is that they are far more powerful than regular Omegas, they nearly match an Alphas strength. I pick her up and press her against the wall, my knee splitting her thighs apart as she wrestled against me. I push my knee high up against her mound, holding her off the floor.

Damon laughed as if I was funny. I can't lose here because even though I'm an omega, I'm strong! I will not let myself be defeated in front of Amoux. Being an omega is a big shame for him, so I have to be good at fighting. Who said that a personal doctor can only do treatment? Because I'll make sure I'm different.

It would have been crazy. “Regan couldn't be beta because he thrives more in battle than in leadership…” “Shh…” an omega said, silencing Marenza. We glanched at each other as the omegas brought out blades that weren't fucking visible through their thin clothes. “Regan said we should get…” Two omegas fell. “Get down!!” Marenza dragged me and we lay on the floor. What's going on?!! An omega fell beside me, I caught my scream before it escaped from my lips. Marenza checked the Omega's neck and nodded at me.

I asked. The mage smiled, nodding. "The chosen Omega has awakened, her wolf eager to challenge corrupt leaders." "How powerful is this Omega?" I inquired. The mage smirked. "She's as powerful as ten Alphas combined, with divine gifts to see visions and heal the sick." I was stunned. Such a powerful Omega existed, and I'd never heard of her? Emilia sighed deeply. "Can this Omega see gods and goddesses?" The mage nodded intently. "Give me your hand, Emilia."

meant there was no use hiding anything anymore. "So long that I can't remember the first time it happened. It has always been a part of me. I've been bullied all my life and so I guess my body just found a way to protect itself." "It's not possible Zach and we both know it. The only explanation for this is crazy considering her current status but–" My eyes fell to the part of her body where the open cut was before. All that was there now was her dried blood. Her pale skin was just like it had never even seen a bruise or burn in its entire life. I was curious as to why an Omega had fast healing particles inside of her. It's a general knowledge that Omegas are the second to the last rank in t

Grace pleaded, her voice hitching with desperation. Margaret’s expression was cold and unyielding. "He’s an Omega, Grace. Do you understand what that means? You are not to see him. That’s the end of it." Grace shook her head, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. "I love him. Why is that so wrong?" Margaret’s eyes blazed with fury. She took a step closer to her daughter, lowering her voice but losing none of the steel in her words. "Do not test me, Grace. You will find a proper Beta or Alpha mate. Do you want to bring disgrace to this family?"

“So, we would like to offer you a place here in the states, as werewolves and lycan are not so different after all.” “That would be very kind of you,” Hazel replied meekly. “But…” The Luna interjected. “You are not part of our pack. Hence, you can only stay as an Omega,” she explained. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Hazel looked at her daughter's hazel eyes, and with a deep breath, she made the choice any mother would've made. “I accept the conditions,” she announced. After Hazel had been officially converted to an Omega by taking an oath and shaking her hand, which she'd cut a bit to draw out blood, with the Alpha, who had done the same. She went out clutching her baby.

Magnus begs, taking a stumbling step backward. The gathered wolves stand frozen, the air thick with tension as they realize what I'm doing. "As an Alpha, I need a mate who can stand tall by my side," I recite, "not someone so weak she cannot even protect herself, much less the pack if an attack ever came." "I didn't—I wasn't—" Magnus's voice cracks. "In terms of value, you have none." My voice carries clearly across the dead silence. "You are unable to do any labour that requires physical strength or any heavy lifting like the other Omega. That's why all you're relegated to are cooking and cleaning duties."

I choke out. “Will be faster with you around, but not exponentially.” Axel sighs. “He is, by definition, what we would call an omega. Someone without a wolf but who carries the genes and may pass the chance of a wolf down to their children. Jacob was an omega before I changed him.” “Does it bother you?” Maggie asks, pulling away. There is no judgment in her question, just honest curiosity, and I shake my head. “No, but I’m worried about him. How he will feel.”