Romans & histoires Omega Alpha Beta

“We just have some questions.” I guess they’re not falling for it. Oh well. “I don’t have one,” I snap out. Another shared look. “Don’t have what?” asks Dante. “An Alpha.” I say. “That’s what you want to know, right?” Brody shrugs. “I suppose that’s one thing we were curious about, but what we really want to know is why an omega is running around unprotected.” My heart stops in my chest and I inhale sharply. “That’s what you are, right? An omega?”

His voice came as a command, but I didn't say a word. "You marked her, Oliver. Now you must take her as your Luna and never mark another." He gave the final judgment and I watched my world attempt to crumble before me. I'm an Alpha under a curse already, and need a strong Luna beside me, how on earth should I settle for a weak omega as my Luna? My chest tightened in pain, and I felt waves of pain over my body. Sane tapped her feet on the floor in rage and began to run back to her pack. We both knew it was over. We both know the tradition.

go to my room, but he interrupted my speech. "You are omega right then have you slept with him?" she asked me, which surprised me. I felt annoyed because he found out I was an omega. In this company, only the three of us, Mr. Baltazar, know that I am an omega. But how come that this woman knows that I am an omega. " Oh, I'm sorry I forgot that he doesn't sleep with an omega right?" she said while looking a me Really? Why do I have to stand and listen to her shits? "Yes, Mr de Raizel won't sleep with an omega," I said "Oh, what a shame. Sebastian is so good and you can't handle his sexiness " she said while smiling at me. And because of this, I smell her scent. I was surprised because he was

The other one stated. "Why? Have you forgotten all of us are omegas?" Raising my eyebrow while I cocked my head sideways. "Yeah, but the uncle of her sister's mate is the beta!" "Oh, please. Spare me the riding of coattails drama!" I want to laugh at them. That is their definition of 'related to the beta and gamma'. Even if one of their friends had a mate that was related or even had just a teenie bit of blood connected with the elites, they immediately claimed to be close.

They were expecting something by now or maybe they were expecting more out of the talented pair than what they show the outside world. Jax just acts normally as he walks forward. It used to be a lot better when he just had people tailing him, he hates the thought of Alaska being watched. Even though he hates it, it is to be expected, Alaska was born to the beta family of the autumn pack, the only child she was trained as a beta her whole life, even once they found out that she was mated to Torin, the fifth born from a beta family in an adjoining pack. Alaska trained alongside Torin. The autumn pack accepted him in easily without Alaska even having her wolf, because Torin had already been a m

"Zara Winters is our mate." The silence exploded into chaos. Voices overlapped - shock, outrage, disbelief. I caught fragments of conversations: "The servant girl?" "But she's just an omega..." "This can't be right..." "SILENCE!" Liam's roar shook the chandelier. The pack immediately quieted, instinct forcing them to submit to their new Alpha. I felt trapped, cornered. My wolf was torn between submission to our mates and the overwhelming urge to run. The room spun slightly. "Breathe, little one," Noah murmured, suddenly at my side. His hand found the small of my back, steadying me.

“WHAT ARE YOU talking about?!” Alpha Morris raised his voice a little which caught some guests’ attention. “Honey, lower your voice,” Luna Mabel said then she turned to look at Alpha Lucas. “Alpha, may I know what you are talking about? Is it some kind of joke? Iris is a werewolf, moreover, she is just an omega she-wolf in our pack… A higher rank and a Lycan like you couldn’t possibly be her mate…” she said in a small voice.

The rink beneath my feet was warded to withstand supernatural force—so Alphas could hit harder, skate faster, and fight without restraint. Omegas weren’t allowed. Officially, we didn’t exist. I adjusted my duffel bag on my shoulder and kept walking, posture relaxed, head up. Confident, but not cocky. Visible, but not loud. The way an Alpha was supposed to move. Around me, the other students gathered in clusters—tall, broad-shouldered, radiating dominance. Some laughed. Some shoved each other. Some stared openly, assessing, ranking. I felt it immediately.

Ana mutters, and my eyebrows shoot up. In a werewolf community there was a strict chain of command, The Alpha and Luna, the Betas, the Gammas, the Deltas, the Zetas, then the Omegas. Zeta's were former Omegas who managed to climb out of the gutters and gain a position of respect of sorts, most slaves were omegas, most normal people were Zeta's, climbing from Omega to Zeta was no easy feat, but then again it shouldn't be something too difficult when you're sleeping with the Alpha's Whore. Karla smirked, clearly basking in the show of respect. "Do you know what time it is?"

All of this felt like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from. “Right, so as you’re a high school student, you must be well aware of the basic Omega anatomy,” Dr. Sharpe said as she took the scanning wand in hand. “The Omega body is highly optimized for childbirth. For Betas and Alphas, pregnancy is harder and longer. The gestation period is nine to ten months for Betas, and twelve to thirteen months for Alphas. But for Omegas, it’s only four to five months. Which means the baby grows more than twice as fast compared to Betas.”