My Omega Queen Novels & Stories

Their manpower was significant and well distributed, which led to the very first change in the history of werewolves. They created a silver palace in which the Alpha of the pack and his family would live with the various strongest warriors of the silver moon pack. The palace was filled with maids, who were normally the most beautiful werewolf maidens in the pack. They had various roles, from cooking to cleaning. They had control over the washing. The maidens were also ranked based on their power levels. There were six ranks in the maids district. The highest rank, which was the chief maiden, was in charge of supervising the entire maiden in the palace, and the lowest rank was the fluffy rank

A low growl rumbled through Prince Rhett’s chest, making Isadora curl into his side a little more, as the tightening of his arm around her wouldn’t allow her to move away from him. Needing to calm her down, he placed a soft kiss on the top of her head and whispered. ‘Being an Omega doesn’t make you unworthy to be an Alpha’s mate, and not all Alphas use Omegas just for breeding. My mother was an Omega. She was fully mated and ruled by my father's side as his Queen for many years before we lost her.’ Calmed a little to know that even his mother, a Queen, was an Omega. Isadora relaxed into his side, and just as she drifted off to sleep again, he whispered.

Jessica explained. Bella heard some paper shuffling sounds and loud tapping on a computer keyboard on the other end of the call, it was like Jessica’s busy looking into something as she paused in interval during her explanations. “So what is it?” “Your mother is a royalty. Yes, an omega wolf royalty. Rare, but they do exist. She was accidentally caught up in an ambush raid the Bluemoon pack, your father had done years ago. That’s how she ended up being a slave.” Bella’s lips parted as she heard Jessica’s revelation.

“Not a Beta like Dad said?” Angora turned to him fully. “I am an Omega of the Gravefang Pack. The most powerful Omega clan to have ever existed, blessed directly by the Moon Goddess herself.” “My Queen.” Rowen’s voice carried a note of warning. “You don’t have to do this.” “Don’t worry.” She didn’t look at him. “Some secrets refuse to stay buried forever. Perhaps it’s finally time for mine to surface.” “That was never a secret.” Alpha Kael said tightly. “It was protection.”

The wolf-less Omega. The girl who somehow ended up as the fated mate of Crown Prince Kael Nightshade. I swallowed hard. My heart pounded so violently I was sure everyone could hear it. This was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. The day everything changed. The day I stopped being the girl people pitied. The day I became his mate. A low murmur rippled through the crowd. I didn't have to listen closely to know what they were saying. I had heard it all before. "She doesn't even have a wolf." “The Moon Goddess must have made a mistake." "How can an Omega become Queen?" I lowered my eyes. The words hurt but today was different.

My heart is a flame behind my ribs, a furious inferno, and there is no wind in the world that can put it out. The two guards stationed at the dungeon door don’t dare speak. They move aside wordlessly, sensing the storm that is me. Their faces are pale, their eyes wide with apprehension. They know better than to question me right now. Inside, the chamber is dim. Cold. The air smells of damp stone and a metallic tang that’s just beginning to mix with fear. Iron bars, iron shackles. The Omega, the one who called herself Emma, sits on the floor, chained at the wrists, her lip bloodied, her cheek already swollen. She doesn’t raise her head when I enter.

“Why would an Omega be chosen to become Queen?” My stomach dropped. Murmurs immediately spread through the Grand Hall. Confused glances darted between the gathered wolves as more voices joined in, questioning whether an Omega could truly be worthy of ruling all Packs. I lowered my head as my confidence faltered under their doubtful looks. Beside me, however, Adrian stood tall. His powerful aura suddenly erupted, sweeping across the hall with such force that the whispers died instantly. Every wolf fell silent beneath the authority of their King. “Elena is not merely an Omega,” Adrian declared, his voice firm despite the anger trembling underneath it. “Elena is my second-chance mate, chosen fo

The sound of male fighting with bare chests and females kicking and grunting reverberating in the scarlet field. “The women you are seeing now are werewolves too. Though, as if the Trinity Goddess have reserved them only as warriors, they couldn’t bear children to their male werewolves.” “Why?” I asked. “It’s a mystery even to the Alphas. Though contrary to werewolves in England, women here are treated nicely even if they're Omegas.” “What’s an Omega?” Melissa and I walked through the red grasses, its length quite tall. “From the Latin word which means the end, an Omega werewolf is the last and lowest ranking. In England, they still practice treating the less fortunate Omegas as slaves.”

He turned to the queen, "But, Mother, what use is this Omega to us? Besides being somewhat attractive, she doesn't seem particularly special." "No, she's far more useful than you imagine," the queen shook her head. "Wyatt has been living like a robot all these years. We've tried so many methods but couldn't find any flaws in him. Yet, this girl is worth him spending so much time on. She must be special to him."

stated the queen. "That isn't the problem, my queen," said Blake. "My son, his ex-mate just rejected him in the presence of thousands of wolf bloods," "Mm-hmm?" the queen still didn't look bothered. "The ex-mate isn't an Omega as we all believed, but she... she's an Olmpha," said Anita. "Olmpha?" the queen frowned upon hearing it, "How are you so sure? Has she transformed? Is she battling your son as we speak?"