Ohma Zio Novels & Stories

BaoBao humphed in agreement. Just as Neoma neared the quiet and dead area where the omegas of different packs gathered, BaoBao sounded alarmed again. [Ward’s eyes are on her! It’s like you said!] Zira moved deeper into the shadows, thus distancing herself from the other omegas. Nobody cared about her movements for two reasons. She was a Darkfire, and Neoma had returned. The tougher omegas jumped at the chance to belittle someone weaker than them. The others laughed at her. Meanwhile, Zira closed her eyes and kept her back towards the group. She looked completely disinterested in everything around her. Nonetheless, she was informed that Neoma had taken note of her.

I am an omega. My name is Zhane Bradshaw, and I am one of the rare breed of werewolves, male omega as they called us and werewolves like us were forced to hide, finding different methods to blend in the crowd in order to survive this brutal world. Unfortunately, I barely even got the chance before I was sold to a merciless alpha by my own big brother in exchange for luxury.

A side which, possibly, had the capacity for the 'purity of heart' her mother spoke of. "We have to," Rhea whispered, clasping the journal to her chest. "For my mother. For us. For any Omega who might come after me." "Did you find anything else in the archives, Archivist Noria?" Zane's voice was quiet, his head leaning in conspiratorially. "Anything about. old Omega bonds? Ones with, shall we say, 'unfortunate' endings?"

His voice sharper now “my pheromones were—” Zane paused, his eyes widening, as something had clicked in place. “You are an omega.” His words came out slowly, as if he were tasting them for the first time. A chill went down my sore back. John’s words echoed in my head, don’t let Zane find out you are an omega. He hates them. My chest tightened so hard I couldn’t breathe. Don’t worry, I told myself. Zane only hated them because they framed his brother. But I wasn’t doing that now. I wasn’t framing him.

Before Carla could continue, John interrupted with a puzzled expression, "Omega?" "Ah yes, the pillar of the packs! Omegas are essential; they're not warriors, but they are the lifeblood of the pack. Both male and female Omegas can bear offspring," Carla stated. John burst into laughter, a hearty sound filling the car. "Hahaha, good one, Carla," he said, his gaze fixed on her, only to realize she wasn't joking. His laughter trailed off into a perplexed expression. "Wait, how?" he stammered.

Not believing she's losing her children because of a filthy Omega. "You're leaving because of some filthy Omega?! She's not worth it! She will never be anything in life. So why drag yourselves down with her? She's only good for breeding children and taking care of a house. No one would dare give an omega a job. She won't be able to provide for herself. Hers, Alpha, would have to do all the work. She's worthless!" Jones spat out.

Zio Damon reported that they had been being poisoned with silver and wolfsbane to ensure compliance. Zio had a few suggestions on what to do to Lorenzo. I have to say I’ve never known he was so sadistic. Yet people think Papa is the bloodthirsty one. But I understand that this situation brought up bad memories for Zio Damon. This is how Zia Izzy and others at Palecrest had been treated before Papa stopped it.

"Of Course, he was the most powerful wolf. The only Zeta werewolf alive on earth," "Zeta?" "Zeta is a breed of werewolf that is most powerful, they are uniquely taller and well built. Even their growls can be heard from far away. Their color is unique and even his human form was extremely powerful and well built," "Yeah, that I know. His muscles and body is so fine and powerful," He laughed suddenly. "He isn't even half of what he used to be when he had powers," "You can't be serious," I stated, totally amazed.

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.

His laughter slowly died down as he looked at us again. “That’s what everyone believes which suits us just fine.” He scratched his chin. “We formed an alliance with an Omega Centre. Legally they can only do so much to help omegas in trouble. That’s where we come in. We protect omegas from danger, and make them disappear if we have to.” His eyes darted to mine. “We don’t hurt omegas.” “How do we know that you’re telling the truth?” “I’ll show you if you decide to accept our help.”