Mpreg Omega Novels & Stories

I pressed. Zayn hesitated for a moment before answering. "I'm an Omega," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. What?! I couldn't believe my ears. Omegas were the lowest rank in the werewolf hierarchy, the ones who were often bullied and looked down upon by their more powerful counterparts. I walked towards the bed and quietly lay down without saying another word to Zayn because I felt so disappointed. I was shocked and wounded in my heart. I had always dreamt of marrying an Alpha, someone powerful, someone who could protect me from any danger.

“A bond is not only to bind us together. It’s to keep everyone safe. Think of it as a…tracker. If we’re not with you and something happens, we’ll be able to feel you, and if you’re close enough, we’ll be able to use the bond to track you.” “But you’ll die if something happens to me.” I cupped the back of her neck. “So that is what is scaring you,” I muttered. “My little omega, life has no guarantees. You have to live life to your fullest and enjoy every moment of it.” “And you also shouldn’t believe everything they tell you,” Michel said. “The statics used by the omega center isn’t accurate.” “They tried to talk me out of spending my heat with you.” I pursed my lips. Of course, they did. I n

"A what?" He laughed. "An Omega man. He doesn't care about being seen by his peers as the toughest, smartest, most popular." "Like the typical alpha," she commented. "Exactly. Omega men have a resourcefulness and cunning to get the job done with their own skill. They are all things alpha and more." He swallowed some coffee. "When I left for the Marines, my father gave me a tiny pin to wear, the Greek Omega symbol. He told me to carry it into battle and use it as a guiding force in my life. It gave me strength without wearing my ego on my sleeve."

“So, where is he? Were you not able to find the girl?” A crease slowly forms across my forehead while a slight frown appears on my face. “Well, I was concentrating on the ability to make others think you are an alpha or beta when you are an omega. His image is what ended up popping up in my head. I asked myself again, just to make sure that he is the one, and his image never changed. So, he has the ability to make other werewolves believe that he is an alpha or a beta even though he is an omega.”

This is too vast to comprehend, too much for me to bear. She made another attempt, focusing on a single thread of darkness. She nudged it, pulling it closer. It fought back, like a wild, untamed animal, but then slowly, reluctantly, it obeyed. It wrapped around her arm like a living, cold serpent. The broken crescent mark on her skin burned intensely, a flash of silver light in the deepening gloom. The whispers grew clearer, making more sense, demanding her attention. “The true omega doesn't run from the dark. The true omega leads. The true omega has a purpose."

Lyra’s POV “I get why you’d ask a question like that, but no, I do not practice magic,” he said, sitting on the side of the bed to make me feel tense. “I am going to transfer my life essence to you. It’ll help you heal faster.” The stranger added. “You’re talking about—” “precisely,” I was interrupted by him. “But I’m a weak omega you picked up in the woods. My body is too impure for you, too weak. You’re an alpha right; essence transfer is a skill that can only be used by alphas.” I concluded, clenching the bed sheets to myself.

I was on my feet before the dust even began to settle. Freya staggered, taking one step, then two, and then her wolf shook, half-shifted, and then pulled back. She dropped to one knee with her hand on the sand. Her face was tight with effort. She was fighting it, whatever it was, as she tried to stay up. Omega-bane. That's what it was. A substance that suppressed Omegas specifically, weakened the connection to their wolf side, and made shifting nearly impossible. It was extremely illegal and very hard to get.

The memories were there, always pushing me to reopen closed doors. But Mira had put me up to a healing process, something that grounded me and made me stay through to reality. “He’s a scumbag. Look away,” she hissed, pulling my arm a little. When we finally took our spot on the line, the murmurings became clear. “Weakass omega. What does she think she’s doing here?” Someone even knelt and made a mocking prayer to the moon goddess. “Please, take Calla and give us other Vales. She’s too weak and empty to carry the Vale legacy,”

' I so hate that word! I hate these ranks and statuses. Whoever came up with them must have been biased or kidding! Just because these people are a rank higher than me, they think that they have the liberty to beat me up and treat me as their slave? This is so bad and unacceptable. I hate all of them with every ounce of strength in me! I'm considered an Omega because everyone else's wolves have already shown up at around sixteen, seventeen and eighteen while I'm already twenty one years old and without a wolf. Her, ones wolf is supposed to show up before the age of eighteen where one will definitely meet his or her mate.

She glares at me, hurling a pan that strikes my chest and makes me stoop. "Really, who do you think you are speaking to? I am your future Luna, so stop talking, you omega!" Her voice was heard clearly. As the weakest members of the pack, omegas are more prone to injury, fatigue, and weakened immune systems than warriors, deltas, gamma, or betas. Being called omega should not feel insulting because of what she is referring to, but because of what she is referring to, it hurt me. The pain in my chest felt like something had broken in that frying pan.