Omega Body Shape Novels & Stories

They didn't know she was trying to stop the urge from ripping their throats apart. Delaney notices many other shabbily clad hostages being dragged out of their cells as they make their way into the filthy hallway. She also discovered that the slaves were werewolves, not humans, after inhaling their scent. They were omegas. Omega wolves are the weakest of the wolf species, whose strength is compared to that of a human. The only difference is their super-hearing abilities, sense of smell and a few other things. They strolled aimlessly as if they had been subjected to a series of torments. Their eyes had darkened for a long time, replaced by pessimism and defeat.

She couldn't refuse when the alpha suggested they should start training their inner wolves with other she-wolves. "We can just lie about it," Odessa implied with a callous tone. "Whatever happens, don't shift," Gwen nodded with a sigh and soon, their trainer Miss Onyx arrived and for the first time, Gwen and Odessa finally met the legendary Omega. She was gorgeous and looked exquisite. She didn't appear to be 27 but 23. She had a mocha with a touch of caramel skin, vibrant mossy-green eyes, full lips, a cute button nose, and her hair was chestnut brown. Her presence was intimidating.

I don't know why even though I don't like her, but I feel sad every time I remember Charmaine. Rumor has it that Edward Adler's 20-year-old youngest daughter was born an Omega. Alex explained to me that Omega is a werewolf who can't change himself into his wolf form, because that's why Omega is usually considered weaker than normal werewolves. No one could confirm this rumor because Adler confined his daughter in their fiefdom, only his first son as Alpha's successor was introduced to the public. We both think it's for that reason that Adler was so thirsty for power and strength.

She cried, pouting her lips and frowning like a little brat. “In that case, a trial will be heard, and if she is found guilty, she will be stripped of her she Wolf status and become a low-rank omega.” Alpha Evan declared. He did not like to be challenged, and it was obvious that he did not wish to be made a fool of either.

Olivander’s POV My eyes ran over her body and I couldn't help but gasp. She had such delicate soft skin for an omega. Her hips were round and containing, while her boobs were succulent and pointed. I had never taken a good look at her until now, and the more I stared at her, I craved to devour her in one go.

she cried out, as I heard Jack’s lips sucking below. We already more than knew her tits were incredibly sensitive, but every part of an Omega’s skin is supposed to be. For us a fuller figured woman means strength, warmth and security. A skinny female just isn’t as appealing. *I need to push her boundaries,* I said to my brother, over mind-link.

I need to keep most of my thoughts to myself. I realize this topic is working us into a frenzy. They’ll go home to their men for release. I will crawl into my bed alone. This sucks. “I’m a sucker for chiseled abs and obliques that form,” she signals with her hands beneath her naval. “A V-shape beginning wide on the hips and narrowing when joining a smattering of hair, forming a happy trail.” Ladies ooh and ahh at this visualization. All agree this is hot. My turn. I should have gone first. Now I’ll sound stupid.

I know I'm beautiful and I work hard for my beauty, so, denying it or pretending I don't know it’s stupid and a waste of time. Sure, working out is never in my plans, but the gods of genetics have blessed me with a pretty decent body without much effort. I'm just not skinny at all, unlike other omegas, I'm curvy and my butt is big. My soft body makes my designation immediately obvious to anyone who lays their eyes on me.

From the sweet intoxicating scent, I smell from him, I know one thing is that this man is my mate. As I approach my plate, he stands up and I scrutinise him. He looks a bit skinny, not exactly what I hoped for. He has a handsome face, yes, but he just isn't my type. As I get close, I notice another thing I missed from the distance. His scent is so faint and it's a scent that cannot be mistaken by anyone. It's the scent of an omega.

It must be killing her to know that everything she's heard came from someone she's supposed to love unconditionally. "I don't know if this changes things, Mars. I probably shouldn't be the one telling you this, but they never made it out of the house. Micca's wolf is-" How do I explain this to her in a way that she can understand? "His wolf is an omega. Omegas are the weakest of us, but they're the most vicious when they align themselves with the right alpha. Add the Warhead and he becomes a machine. Nearly unstoppable. His instincts are wired to feed what he needs.