Omega Body Shape Novels & Stories

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.

It would only be a matter of time before I slipped up, and then everything would be for nothing. With my hands still shaking, I pulled off the bulky suit revealing my true body. I winced at the sight of myself in the mirror, noting how I’d only gotten paler in the past few months. Like most omegas, I was slim, although I was taller than most of my secondary sex, I had the perfect omega physique. With slim limbs, less muscle tone, and a small tapered waist that flared out slightly to the curve of my hips. Omegas were born to breed pups, and so it was pretty obvious in our physique. I spent so much time pretending to be an alpha that I got whiplash whenever I saw my actual body.

My friends compliment me all the time. I have a perfect size of botty and normal-sized rounded breasts. My waistlines were slim and narrowed down to my lower body, giving it that refined figure. I was quite envied because of my body and sometimes I feel like I get body-shamed by my peers for having such a body but that was merely My only dilemma since I was still unable to curb my wolf yet and she wasn't strong like everyone else. each time I transform during the new moon, I feel sorry for myself and my wolf. Some people would say that I was the Omega.

the wolf cut in. Maska resumed, a soft smile on his lips. He put his hand on each body part he listed, leaving a gentle caress each time. "We like that your legs are muscular, but there is cellulite on your thighs. We appreciate that your belly is toned but that you have a little fat on your lower abdomen. We like that your arms are not too firm because we feel like we are on a cushion when you hold us... " _Shit," Black said dryly. The werewolf could feel the waves of rage coming off their Luna.

I could feel my eyes welling up once more, as I shivered at what just happened. My name is Lourve Bardawulf, I'm eighteen years old, an Omega to be precise. I'm five point seven feet tall, black eyes, red hair, which is forty-eight inches long, pretty and tied into a ponytail, probably surprised at how long my red hair is. I had this diamond expression, pointed nose, red lips, very slim and a bit curvy, and got pretty white skin. I was an Omega, who was always belittled and bullied, because of my gender. Omegas are known to be weaklings, despicable losers, cursed and vulnerable and always spread their scent around, waiting for a man to take them in their wings. We were born to be Alpha's sla

Then, with that free hand, he reached up and brushed the dirty hair away from the thin, frail face he couldn't pull his eyes away from. He wasn't sure what color the omega's hair was. It was so dirty he couldn't tell whether it was naturally dark or if something lighter lay beneath the filth. The Omega was way too light. He couldn't have weighed more than 60 lb. He could feel every bone under his touch. There wasn't an ounce of meat on his body. His skin is very pale, and he's not sure if it's from being hidden away from the Sun for far too long or if it's naturally like that.

Madox pressed his hip against his between his legs looking for some relief that didn't come, the more time he spent with him the harder he got. Anxiety could with the alpha and having no results trying to remove the clothes in a civilized way, he tore it off leaving only the white underwear. He raised his head and licked his lips. His body was slim, perhaps a little more than indicated, but he had a marked waist as well as rounded hips that clothes did not show off, typical of an omega man.

I say . I didn't want to push him to reveal secrets that weren't even his . He nods . " It's better that way . " " But can I at least ask what an omega is ? " As if it wasn't obvious already , my knowledge of the supernatural world is quite limited and I don't even know the most basic things . Ugh . Why didn't dad let my trainers teach me things besides vampirism ? It's ridiculous . Knowledge is power is it not ? " An omega is a wolf who never turned . They're more like humans than wolves honestly . " He shrugs , not seeming to make a big deal out of it .

Suzie looks at Bella and then at her older brother, vaguely feeling the unexplainable tension between them, and secretly smiled before nodding as a sign of agreement to her brother’s statement. Bella, seeing through the match-making antics of her friend, smiled knowingly. “Thank you.” Shawn was immediately drawn to the ocean blue eyes of the most beautiful omega he had ever seen. Though omega’s were known to own ethereal beauty in exchange for their lack of power, he had never seen such a beautiful woman in his life. He found himself gulping with much difficulty as his wolf begins to shift around him, no longer content with just watching the beautiful woman in front of him.