Omega Body Shape Novels & Stories

Ophelia's POV "I am Ophelia Starkingstein, daughter of the late Beta Harrison of Stormridge Pack.” He remained silent for several seconds after I spoke. Although I kept my head lowered in submission, I felt the weight of his Alpha aura settle over me as he assessed every word I spoke. "What is an omega doing alone near a restricted border at this hour?" he asked calmly, quiet authority woven through his voice. I swallowed hard and tightened my fingers around the fabric of my dress.

I'm bound. The wolf leaps at me, teeth snapping dangerously close to my face. I scream, my body instinctively ducking, but before the wolf can sink its teeth into me, Callum leaps in from the side. He smacks into the wolf with a power that sends both of them falling to the ground. I watch in stunned wonder as he wrestles the wolf, his body moving with smooth precision, every muscle working in concert to take down the enemy.

Above him stood three dark shapes in the moonlight. Wolves. But not from his old pack. Their scent was strange. “Please,” Aeris croaked. “I don’t know you. I didn’t do anything.” “We know who you are,” the tallest one said. A woman with a silver braid knelt beside him. “The scentless one. The omega who shouldn’t exist.” “Then you know I’m not worth killing.” “That’s where you’re wrong,” she said, drawing a knife that gleamed in the moonlight. “Your death is worth everything.”

The omega had a body that turned him on. No one prevented him from being able to touch it, and he enjoyed touching it, a lot, too much. To the point that there were times when he just wanted to be doing it for hours and hours, even after having sex with any of his lovers. After all, he was a man without compromise, but in recent times and since Falcon had stabilized with his omega, the one that would later corner her and take out every last word, something inside him was changing.

I choked on my own saliva and almost saw the stars when I wasn't only thrown on the ground but was caught in a headlock too. "Tap. I tap!" When the constriction around my neck loosened, I wasted no time and drank all the air that I could. My muscles are screaming and this protective gear around me did little to stop the ringing in my right ear. "Stand up and try to attack me with the technique I just showed you." Frieda commanded before fixing his posture and tightening her ponytail. Unlike me, she seems to be bored. "You see, our Omega bodies are unique. If society isn't so cruel to us, we'd take over the top of the food chain!"

All of this felt like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from. “Right, so as you’re a high school student, you must be well aware of the basic Omega anatomy,” Dr. Sharpe said as she took the scanning wand in hand. “The Omega body is highly optimized for childbirth. For Betas and Alphas, pregnancy is harder and longer. The gestation period is nine to ten months for Betas, and twelve to thirteen months for Alphas. But for Omegas, it’s only four to five months. Which means the baby grows more than twice as fast compared to Betas.”

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.

“Anna—” “No more half-truths,” I cut in, my voice shaking. “No more avoiding the question. I deserve to know what’s happening to me.” He sighed, his expression unreadable. “You do.” I swallowed hard. “Then tell me. What is an omega?” Nolan hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he finally said. “They’re… different from others. More instinct-driven. More attuned.” I frowned. “Attuned to what?”

"Do you think I'll tell you so that you can round them up?" "You don't look like someone who has given birth to children before." Wayne thought about the married women he had met back when he was young. They had saggy bellies and chests after giving birth. They would also have stretch marks on the sides of their abdomens. Those looked terrifying to him. Olivia's abdomen was tight and supple. There weren't any stretch marks. Even her chest… Wayne gazed at her chest reflexively. Her chest was white as snow and very ample. He felt his desires spark to life as he looked at her chest. It was as if something was tickling his throat.

Asher had been fine that morning. Or at least, he'd thought so, until he'd caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. Was...was his waist slimmer? And his hips...they were not wider, exactly, but they looked different...different enough to make him freeze mid-step. He stared so hard his reflection almost glared back at him and soon Asher felt his stomach cave and drop onto the floor. No. no. no. no. This wasn't happening. He was starting to look like a fucking omega. His hips were fuller. What the fuck?