Omega And Hunter Novels & Stories

Then she gave me this life, I thought, soaping my thighs with more force than needed. An omega in a world where we’re tools for packs—breeders, omegas, nothing but vessels. And now… Hunter. My mate. The one who hates me more than the rest of the world. The words echoed in my head as I rinsed my hair, the suds sliding down my back like tears.

Oh fuck. Lilandra smiles at me through her blood-red lips and pulls out her blade, she makes no effort to cover up her breast. Hunter continues, lifting my bandaged arm for all to see. “Plus Elena’s arm is wounded.” This earns a raised eyebrow from Kai. “Can she not heal?” “She has not found her wolf,” Hunter explains in the simplest of ways. I can feel the depreciating looks that people all around are giving me now. In their mind, they must think of Hunter as a fool for bringing a wofless omega with him.

She said and then looked at Oscar. "There is another hunter out there; he seems to have the same vision as Giles and John Hunter. He is not working with them, but he is trying to make it seem like the attacks are from Giles. Our community isn't as large as it once was. If this hunter is allowed, he will wipe us out. Unlike the Hunters that had ties to the supernatural community, this one has no ties anywhere." She warned Oscar. "Do you know his name?" Oscar asked her, and she shook her head.

he reminded him. "It can be revived if I can get an omega" Haynes explained further. "Which you were unable to find after searching many communities of werewolves for years. Or are you planning to send me to the werewolves so that I could get bitten and become a 'floater' like you?" Sergeanti laughed hysterically. He had discovered his plans. Haynes was a very dubious dishonest and wicked wizard. "No, you don't need to go and search for any werewolves because an omega is lurking in Greenford right now" Haynes ascertained.

HUNTER I slam my fist hard against the bathroom wall, feeling the cold water pour down my body as I close my eyes. Yesterday was a fucking disaster. Her father was one thing though. His aura was strong, like a beta, which is impossible because apparently, he’s an omega. And omegas aren’t supposed to hold that strong of an aura, right? He can’t be a beta by blood, yet there’s no denying the authority oozing off him. Come to think of it, I heard of a rumor about a beta who stepped down from his rank twenty years ago. No one knew the real reason why, but I had heard some people say he left his duty to be with his mate.

Ash gasped with delight and Sara nodded with satisfaction. "Good. Sean, do you promise to take care of her when I can't?" Troy asked seriously and Sean swore to it. Ash whispered to the Luna,"He's a natural Alpha" "She's helping him feel the need to protect" Sara said as she nodded to Samantha. "That's why Omega's are so important. They can make a whole pack work together and make the Alpha stronger just by being there" Alpha explained. Ash nodded, understanding. Already she felt the pull to train harder and help her pack mates just so they could make sure that Samantha was safe and proud of her pack.

It was on the night of a full moon. I had just returned from my usual secret hunt. Yeah, a secret hunt. My father would never allow me to even hunt or rally with the rest of the pack, just because of the condition I was born with. I was known as one of the weakest Omegas in the kingdom, and being of royal blood only made the stigma worse. Well, it's not like they were wrong though. I am indeed weak and frail as a werewolf.

Elder Zac continued, “he will no longer hold the title of Alpha. He will return to the rank of a normal pack member. An omega, if necessary.” My eyes widened. An omega? That’s the lowest rank in a pack. Omegas were not too respected and they were far from being leaders. They were treated more like helpers, sometimes even ignored. That’s crazy, I thought to myself. Was that even allowed? Could a whole Alpha be reduced to an omega? That seemed too harsh. I had only ever heard rumors of something like this happening, of alphas being stripped of their rank but I had never actually seen it happen. I never thought it could happen to someone like Kaden.

I watch as she slinks away from Sylvia, claiming she needs to go to various places. Always, she meets Professor Hunter there. Professor Hunter’s reputation proceeds him. He is known for his omega sympathies and his work with werewolf genealogy. Ollie is an omega, which could peak Professor Hunter’s interest, but as she’s wolfless, he shouldn’t have much to study with her. Yet again and again, they meet and they talk. I’m never really close enough to hear the words exchanged, but I don’t like how friendly they seem to be. Sylvia’s words, secret boyfriend, strike me again.

"I... Don't know! The wound on her head... Was very severe and... She said she couldn't remember anything... Not even her name, so... I thought she was telling the truth..." I smiled coldly in my heart. I don't believe she can lose her memory so quickly. She may be lying to find a way to escape "Is there anything more important?" I ask. "She has... Has a tattoo on her left waist... It's angel wings..." I was a bit startled. All werewolves know that an Angel organization specializes in training werewolf hunters in human territory. Each hunter has a tattoo of angel wings on his body. Even though hunters only hunted Rogues that illegally entered human territory, just thinking about those lowly