My Mate Is An Omega Novels & Stories

His hand raises and I tense all over, but when it comes it contact with my skin, it's a soft, tender, almost home hesitant touch, as he cups my cheek and brushes away a few stray tears with his thumb. "I don't know what they fed you in your pack. I don't k ow what you mother pushed down your throat, but I am not like them, Madelaine. Regardless of your rank, you are my mate. Being an omega does not make you any less of that. And truly, it doesn't matter. You could have been a wolf wolf. You could have been a mere human and I'd still care for you as my mate." he whispers, I'm hind his face closer to mine. "But the others -" I murmurs in a shaky voice.

"Yes, there are going to be great Alphas in the party too. " "I have a mate, mom. " I finally said. She watched me, " He is not the right one. A mate doesn't treat you in a way. He made you to act like you couldn't talk and never respected you. Her wanted Emma to be his mate because she was supposed to be our real daughter. No, that's not what I feel a mate is! "

Maddox told me the story with feverish intensity. “You have to help me, Logan. My mate may be a renegade, but she's not savage. Her wolf eyes are still blue. She's fragile and needs my care. I know my mate is incapable of killing; she's too pure and innocent for that,” Maddox said anxiously.

he frowned his face. Prince and Angela exchanged looks. They couldn't understand him. "Sergetti wass afraid of some wizards and that only means they were worse than him" Matt continued sternly. "And we will make sure no one hunts an omega werewolf again" he hugged Angela. "So no more running away?" Angela asked, she couldn't believe it.

My Lycan mate, I am just an omega 1 My name is Yolanda Edwards, and I hail from the fierce moon pack as the youngest daughter of our omega. In the world of werewolves, omegas are seen as the weakest link, often subjected to scorn and derision for being deemed useless. It's a common refrain: "They should just go live among the humans since they have no value." As I said, I am Yolanda Edwards, a girl who has yet to awaken her wolf, navigating life in a community that looks down on me not only for my omega lineage but also for being wolf-less at 19. I am a constant target of ridicule within this pack.

he said, his serious tone conveying just how much he meant it. What? I glanced at my mother for reassurance, but she simply nodded, causing me to sigh and concede to my father's words. I had never been a popular girl, neither at school nor within our pack. My family and I were Omegas, the lowest rank that many higher-ranked wolves deemed weak or pathetic. Still, we found happiness in one another. I admired the deep love my parents shared, and how they extended that affection to my two sisters and me.

I dragged open the drawer attached to my desk, bringing out the dark bottled liquor Marek had gifted to me during the last Moon Festival. Downing a shot, I relaxed against my chair, my thoughts rounding back to my mate. Finn, I heard his beta friend call him. “A fitting name for a man with skin that fair” I mumbled out distractedly. That was just the thing. My mate couldn’t be a man. My parents’ legacy would vanish off the surface of the world forever. ‘But male omegas are said to be able to carry a pup’ The thought zinged through my mind before I could stop it.

Sweet Nyra. And when he found out my mate—my goddess-given fucking mate—was an Omega? That I loved her? That was the night everything turned to shit.

I sighed, running my fingers into my hair and pulling hard. "That girl, the omega, she's my mate. And when I say mate, I don't mean chosen, I mean true." It was supposed to be a pin-drop silence if Everett wasn't ruining it with his loud munching. I swear, he was trying to annoy me on purpose. Wait, when has it never been deliberate?

she said. My eyes widened at her words in shock. An Omega? My supposed mate is not an alpha but an Omega?