Omega Body Shape Novels & Stories

she gasped, grabbing my arms, tears filled her eyes. I know she's at pain but.....I wanted her to be mine. After few seconds, I pulled my self and finsihed the mark with a lick. her dress were covered with blood strains that flowed till her chest making me look at her beautiful features clearly. She had the perfect fragile body that could fit right into my arms. "Mine" I announced with a proud smile, she already fainted by the time I pulled myself from the mark. People say omega's are weak but.....They are the most strongest according to me.

There are many more leaves crunching. His hand is so cold, and his scent is odd. Those red eyes...and fangs. It takes a few moments before he relaxes, releasing my mouth as he peers up at me. "You are far from home, wolf. No screaming. Be a good girl. I am going to help you." Vesper growls, not trusting this male. 'Vampire.' "I was being chased by a...zombie." I admit. "I am an Omega. I will not fight you unless forced to defend myself. I just want to go home."

Greyson’s POV Omega 36, as the host had announced walked onto the stage and my eyes fell onto her beautiful shape first, the curve of her hips catching my attention, but when she raised her eyes to scan the crowd of patrons, I caught her face and it felt like all the air whooshed out of me. She was beautiful; extremely so and the way that she held the child protectively in her arms even through the fear that trembled her frame was impressive. Matthew was stood by my side and when the omegas eyes roamed the cabinet that held us; with fear dancing in it, the Gamma perked up with interest and he whistled softly.

Is that how this weak, useless omega intended to kill me? He was soon just inches from me. We stared at each other. Even though he looked so skinny and weak, his wolf structure still was larger than mine. Nothing I wasn't used to. He growled slowly and I had the urge to do the same, but I was paralysed by this extremely intriguing being. Despite him looking so weak, I found him mesmerising.

There is no part of my body that does not have a spot or an injury there. I have got a pair of blue eyes. My wolf's name is Octavia. She has a fur of hazel brown with some cream color on it. Well, she has a pair of blue eyes. And before I forget to mention it, she has been thinking about her mate a lot. Mate… speaking of mate, I don't think he would want us. I mean I'm not beautiful. I am just some omega who wears tattered clothes. My hair is not very well combed, I just use my hands to detangle them.

"The little Western omega who got lucky on the mats today. Enjoying your fifteen minutes of fame, sweetheart? Or did you just come here to look for a real Alpha to clean up your mess?" "She probably used a hidden blade," another one chimed in, slamming his beer mug down so hard the amber liquid sloshed over the rim. He laughed darkly, his eyes raking up and down my red dress. "Everyone knows an omega’s muscles are built for submission, not combat. She must have cheated. It’s pathetic, really. The Western territory must be completely desperate if they're sending street trash in sunflowers to represent them."

When they took off their shirts, I saw their abs, their chests, their muscles, everything looked amazing. Wow. When I removed my own clothes, I only had a lean body. No abs, not much muscle. Their bodies were so muscular. I kind of wanted a body like that. Maybe I should start going to the gym. I looked at myself in the mirror. Even with clothes on, I looked very thin. Nick walked toward me with a wet wipe. “Can you remove my makeup?” he asked. I made him sit on the chair and gently started removing his makeup. His eyes were closed, but suddenly he grabbed my hand and wrapped one arm around my waist, pulling me closer.

Ethan lets out a humorless laugh. “Better for who?”he asks, I hesitate, and then answer. “For him.” Slowly, and deliberately, I straighten up. Then, relax my shoulders, lowering my chin, softening my stance the way I've seen Omegas do. Non threatening, submissive, and invincible, even my breathing slows. “I'll learn how to be an Omega.” I say softly. “To walk and talk like they do.” A loose strand of my hair falls across my face. Without thinking twice, I tuck it behind my ears.

She glares at me, hurling a pan that strikes my chest and makes me stoop. "Really, who do you think you are speaking to? I am your future Luna, so stop talking, you omega!" Her voice was heard clearly. As the weakest members of the pack, omegas are more prone to injury, fatigue, and weakened immune systems than warriors, deltas, gamma, or betas. Being called omega should not feel insulting because of what she is referring to, but because of what she is referring to, it hurt me. The pain in my chest felt like something had broken in that frying pan.

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.