Nest Omegaverse Novels & Stories

He buries his face in my neck and begins to purr again. "Michael, what does a nest look like?" I asked my Alpha through the link. Curious if this is what I'm looking at. I just remembered the story I heard a long time ago. Michael told me early on in his relationship with Noah that omegas make a nest. But I've never seen one. I sat there listening to him describe what an omega's nest looks like, why they make it, and when they make it. As he described it, I realize it's exactly what I'm looking at.

“Besides, those brats need to be reminded of their place sometimes.” Liora willed herself to stay inland, away from the dark sea beckoning to her. Tempering her rage, she got up slowly and walked around casually to where Nerissa, her old nemesis sat. Maia and a few others pushed their chairs out of the way. Liora picked up a few locks of the gamma’s hair, watching them slide through her clawed fingers. “Tell me, Nerissa… what exactly is the place of an Omega?” “If you know what’s good for you, you’d better not say anything right now,” Lucien warned.

she asked, looking really frightened. “Think about your life, child. Who in their right senses would follow you when you have nothing to offer them?” Celeste asked. I wanted to butt in and criticise her for what she had said, but Eloise said something that stopped me. “That’s true, but he might think I am someone else who has something to offer. Let me make this clear. I am not Eloise, or whoever you think I am. I am Nivera! My name is Nivera Hayes, and I obviously have nothing to offer you. I am a cursed and possessed Omega who doesn’t even know her biological parents, so leave me alone and let me be on my way,” she yelled, almost at the top of her voice.

"But the Veyrith *blood*... that's a myth. They were a clan of Alphas so powerful the other packs hunted them to extinction centuries ago. Or so we thought." "And you think I'm one of them?" I laughed dryly. "I'm an omega, Kael. I was born with nothing. My mother died giving birth to me in a clinic, not a palace." "Omegas are often dormant Alphas," Kael said. "Suppressed by trauma or environment. If you have that blood..." "Then what?" "Then you're dangerous," Kael said. "And Darius knows it. That's why he's terrified." The heavy oak doors of the dining hall banged open, startling me.

Lyric The Omegas moved in like a tornado led by Weiland who put them to work in the motel. Within hours, the place hums like a well-oiled machine, a fully operational command centre, complete with radios and satellite phones. The two dead humans on the top floor weren’t the only bodies in the place. The Omegas found others. Some had been dead for years. Noah did a cursory inspection of all the bodies, even the mummified corpses they found in a basement.

“As your friend… I can’t believe you became that cold.” I couldn’t answer. Emon was crying quietly now. “Omegas feel each other’s pain,” Osen said softly. “Find him.” “I’m granting you full access,” he added. “I need to take him out of here.” Osen put a heavy hand on my shoulder. “The feed is yours. I have to get Emon settled.” He looked at his mate, who was now openly crying, his small frame shuddering. “He’s hurting for your omega. We all are.”

The steel door slowly opened. A freezing gust of air swept through the underground facility. Behind it... There was no army. No rows of experimental subjects. No advanced weapons. Instead... A massive command center stretched into the darkness. Hundreds of monitors. Satellite communication systems. Artificial intelligence servers. And at the very center... A glowing digital map of the world. Eve stood before it. A faint smile curved her lips. "Welcome..." "...to Genesis Omega." --- Elsewhere... Inside the monastery's hidden laboratory...

He felt a great discomfort and a desire for something that his wolf was telling him. He got out of bed and went into the closet; he took clothes from himself and Norman. He went out to his room and arranged them on the bed. When he finished, he smiled and clapped his hands contentedly for his creation. He had put on some cotton shorts and a big t-shirt of Norman's before getting up, so he settled on the bed, and until he was already lying down, his mind reacted to what he had done. He had made a nest. Omegas are known to create a nest when they are in heat or expecting cubs. They do it to mark territory, take care of their future pups, or be with them in their womb; it is an instinct that th

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.

I ask curiously. “Many paranormal beings have Omegas. Created by the gods, to be dicked and knotted by the strongest male in the clan.” Viki is so sarcastic the corners of my mouth twitch up.