Novel & Cerita My Mate Is An Omega

You wouldn’t believe what happened next! Alpha Genesis’ POV: “You’re going right?” My beta asked me, staring. “I’m not sure it’s appropriate, Dickson.” I said. About 2 weeks ago I had gotten an email saying I was invited to an omegas birthday party. I didn’t think it was appropriate to go to someone’s birthday party that was in my pack unless I actually knew them. I definitely did not know this one. Also, everyone would expect me to go to their birthday parties if I show up to hers. Wouldn’t they?…

For me, it wasn’t merely amusing; it was utterly heartbreaking, following those astonishing turns of fate from the Moon goddess. “Even though I totally rejected mine last week,” he said, gazing at his hand as if he anticipated something to emerge from it. “What’s the reason?” He casually shrugged and settled onto the sofa at the far end, right next to the window. “She’s an omega, and besides, they’ve treated her like a plaything. I can’t have someone like that as my mate.” Was he actually serious? It was akin to a wolf criticizing another for its howl. Often, we think that the other gender is clueless about their desires, yet there are moments when we ourselves are just as clueless.

They have the potential to be powerful and influential in their own right and can play a significant role in maintaining the balance of the pack. An Omega's mate is a significant aspect of their life. A mate provides support, companionship, and a sense of belonging for the Omega. The bond between an Omega and their mate is considered unbreakable and is often seen as a symbol of strength and unity within the pack. An Omega's mate is often an Alpha or a Beta, as they are typically the ones with the power and status to form a bond with an Omega. However, it is not uncommon for an Omega to form a bond with another Omega.

“Huh, I guess the whole fated mate thing is true.” “There is no way I’m your mate.” I spit at him. “My wolf says you are, but you are in omega so you don’t have a wolf to tell you that we are mates. Looks like I have the advantage. Although, I’m not happy about being mated to an omega like my son. The moon goddess must really want to punish me.” “Of course, being fated to an omega is the worst thing in the world to you. You are exactly the problem.” I jab my finger in his chest. “Did you ever think it’s the worst think to be mated to an Alpha?”

I had registered for the "mate match,' and that was where I was headed. The mate match was the main reason for the mating ceremony occurring. Every year, those who were of the required age in the pack where to register for the mate match. The mate match was the last event; here, the chief priest would announce everyone along with their mate through the holy book of gods, a book gifted to our ancestors by the moon goddess herself. At the beginning of the ceremony, a sacrifice would be made to the moon goddess to thank her for taking the time to choose a mate for everyone. This included the killing of a werewolf from the pack—a weak werewolf or perhaps an omega. It was obvious that the pack di

someone called out in agreement and more voices joined. “Divorce your omega wife and you can marry your fated mate. The moon goddess has blessed you with a beta born as your mate! With her by your side, you will finally be stronger and we can win the war. The future of the pack is going to be safe!” Elder Zachary cheered.

my mother asked aloud, her tone laced with annoyance. "Mom, Mallory works on the farmlands together with my mate, so they became friends. My mate is an Omega, if you must know," Bowen said, and I got tired of standing there and listening to them. Although I was happy for my brother, I did not like it when my mother spoke so ill of Mallory.

Said he’d rather be buried than admit I came from his blood. But I was nineteen now. And the Moon Goddess, in what I can only assume was a cruel joke, gave me a mate. Alpha Lucan.The golden boy of our pack. Father adored him, called him “the future.” Apparently, that was the only worthwhile thing I’d done—be mated to a man he could mold. “Do you need anything else, Mistress?” a soft voice interrupted my spiral. A young Omega waitress smiled at me, her tray balanced perfectly. “No, I’m fine,” I whispered, forcing a smile. She nodded and melted into the crowd.

I sat back in my chair and looked at him, waiting. He ran a hand over his face. "She's an omega," he said finally. "My mate is an omega." The room was quiet. "And that was the problem," I said. Gabriel nodded slowly. "I didn't expect it. When I found her I just... I always thought I'd end up with someone who matched where I stood, maybe another Beta, someone who carried the same kind of weight, who people would look at and understand why she was beside me." He shook his head.

It was not until then before I realized Damon was behind me. I was so startled. "Babe?" I called out impulsively. "Babe?" Kylie repeated. "Call you later, girl. Bye." I hurriedly said and ended the call. "Who was that?" Damon asked with curious eyes. "A new friend." I replied simply, trying to escape from his glowing eyes. He didn't say anything but his eyes demanded an explanation in a very funny manner though. It was so thoughtful of him to ask also. I mean, I had always been a lone omega but now I have a friend?