Omega Body Shape Novels & Stories

With only a few tattered pieces remaining to cover her waist and nipples, she felt as if she were practically naked. Meanwhile, Rowan was staring. And it certainly wasn't at the Moon Crest in her hand. His gaze first landed on her bleeding hand, and then his eyes roamed over her exposed skin, taking in the bruises and marks that were taking far too long to heal because she was an Omega. She was covered in cuts and bruises, and he struggled with his emotions as his gaze repeatedly returned to her perky nipples peeking through the remnants of her shirt and the astonishing curve of her waist.

Alpha Jack finished. Luna Sara nodded. "I want her in our pack. I need to keep her safe" Sean said, passinately. The rest of the table nodded in agreement. She would be a great addition to pack too. And Omega that powerfully is extremely rare and she would help grow our numbers" Steve pointed out. Sean and Alpha Jack both growled.

The little quirks of what I am weren't very prominent or happened very often when I didn't have a mate. I've never felt the feelings that I feel now which pull them from me involuntarily. And now that I have a mate, the embarrassing sounds have been happening more and more often. I wonder what he thinks of me? I wonder if it bothers him that I'm a class 3 Delta warrior. A class 3 Delta warrior isn't just a ranking, it's actually who I am or what I am I should say. Omega's are the lowest, they're the weakest, smallest, and they have very feminine features. They are also all submissives. They can get pregnant, but they cannot get anyone pregnant.

The omega took the hoodie and disappeared back into the bathroom, leaving the door open a crack. I wasn’t going to look. But the bathroom mirror was angled perfectly toward the doorway. And in the reflection… I saw her. It wasn't a clean view, just a soft, steam-blurred silhouette in the glass. The omega had gotten her out of the wet shirt and was lifting my heavy black hoodie over her head. For three agonizing seconds, the fabric hadn’t settled yet. Slender, pale shoulders. Wet, dark hair clinging to the nape of her neck. The soft, elegant curve of her waist, narrowing sharply into the gentle, dangerous flare of her hips—

He opened his mouth like he was going to say something else, then seemed to think better of it. "Fine. You're back to work Monday. Be ready." "Yes, sir." Elliot walked away toward his office, leaving Kieran standing there with his heart pounding and his hands shaking. That night, Kieran couldn't sleep. He lay in bed staring at the ceiling, thinking about Elliot noticing his scent. About Maya noticing he looked sick. About all the symptoms he kept explaining away. He pulled out his phone and googled "omega health clinic." Found a practice run by Dr. Sophia Chen. Specializing in omega wellness. Discreet, professional, good reviews.

I looked up at him. Really looked. It was such a strange question that I almost laughed. “Because it’s Derek,” I said. Kael waited. Like he expected more explanation. “Because he’s stronger than me,” I continued slowly. “Faster. Higher rank. And because the last three omegas who ‘said something’ ended up cleaning the kitchens for two months.” Kael didn’t argue with that. Which was interesting. Instead he asked, “Then why today?” I opened my mouth. Closed it.

I said, a part of me was scared as I glanced at the alpha, then to the beta and to her, “I was trying to fight him off. Is that a problem?” Back at the other packs I lived in, omegas were not allowed to shift or fight for no reason at all. The woman looked at me like I had grown two heads before chuckling, “Not at all. It’s even good you shifted. Your wolf is quite strong. If you had not shifted on time, the throw would have broken most of your bones and you’ll be paralyzed now.” My eyes widened. Paralyzed? I had just started to live a good life but I would have been paralyzed.

Ronan took the first bite without shame. Calliope watched them fondly. “You two worry too much.” Silas’s smile faltered. “We just… want this to work.” Her expression softened. “It will. But the right woman for an Alpha–Omega triad isn’t simple to find. She has to carry pieces of both your souls. She has to be strong enough for Ronan’s fire and tender enough for your emotional depth. rare combination.” Ronan looked away. The truth was heavy. “We’ve met dozens of candidates. None of them sparked anything.”

Although the world is ruled by tertiary genders- the alpha, omega and beta, where love and reproduction between the same sexes is normal, Zen as a beta has never really found men as sexy as this guy as he felt that he should only look at women due to him being a mere beta. He couldn't stop staring at the alpha in front of him, his heart racing as he took in every inch of the man's body in his vision. It was as if he was seeing the world in a whole new light, and his body was responding in ways he never thought possible.

I noticed the other two warriors preparing themselves, and the whole area buzzed with anticipation once again. "Could it be that she was the one who shifted form last night under the moonlight?" one of the pack members wondered aloud. "She gave us that extra strength!" Extra strength? What were they talking about? "But she's an omega. How is this possible?" "How did she acquire such power?" I heard the heavy breathing of the head warrior. The shock still seemed to be coursing through his system, though he managed to maintain a composed expression. "Make the fight real. There's something peculiar about the energy in her body. She's too strong!" the head warrior commanded.