Omega Body Shape Novels & Stories

The subtle bump of her stomach, now more prominent than ever, still not immediately recognizable to the untrained eye. Truthfully, if Jonthan hadn't already memorized every curve and angle of his Omega body twice over, he probably still wouldn't be able to tell through clothes. But the fact was, he had, and now he could actually see the evidence of his claim over Trisha. It was too much, and not nearly enough at the same time. All together, Jonathan fingers itched to touch his mate.

His well tanned skin glistened with sweat looking attractive. Ronald had a perfect body. It was well proportioned, without an ounce of extra fat in it. He possessed sexy six packs and a lean waist with broad shoulders. Looking at him laying in bed all defenceless, Ava thought that he resembled a prey, awaiting to be pounced on by a bad big wolf that was her. She swallowed heavily looking at his deep v line that disappeared on his pants.

I picked out an outfit for Will as well, which consisted of black jeans and a burgundy T-shirt. At least one of the things I didn’t have to worry about was getting pregnant. I've been taking contraceptive injections for some time now to prevent that from happening. I did this because I'm an Omega. Omega’s are known to go into heat very easily, and I have been experiencing it ever since I came of age. We are also known to fall pregnant very easily, and our children are usually born with the genes of the mate with the highest rank. Sometimes it happened that the child was born an Omega. When that was the case, they weren't despised, they just didn't get as many perks as someone who had a highe

I inform him and he rolls his eyes, nodding, "Can you believe I'm an omega?" "At this point, after what just happened, I totally do. But... fück no, dude, it's pretty weird. You're almost as tall as me," he exaggerates and I laugh because it's not entirely true, but I am taller than all my omega sisters, "But there’s not much of a rule book on how an omega should look, I guess.” "Yeah, right. They all look the same," I mutter rolling my eyes in annoyance, "They’re small and skinny and cute and fancy and they don’t like to get dirty or play around. You’ve always liked them exactly like that.”

Eloise took the opportunity to tighten her grip on him, her presence gentle yet oppressive. "I warned you, Nigel… Omegas can be dangerous if they know how to use their pheromones. It's their only weapon."

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.

As Olivia's saliva ran down Will's cock and dripped off his balls onto her thighs, she kept spitting more onto her tits and his dick, making sure there was never too much friction. The sight was getting a bit much. Will moved his one hand down onto Olivia's cheek, getting her attention. She looked up at him, still seemingly entranced. A few seconds passed as they simply stared at each other, both almost in a daze. Will couldn't think of anything to say, so Olivia took the lead. She stood up, placing her hands on Will's shoulders as she spun them around, swapping positions. Olivia was now standing with her back against the front door, with Will ahead, facing her. Olivia turned on the spot to

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.

Kaia’s POV. The scent of damp earth and pine needles always felt like a second skin, but today, it was choked out by the metallic tang of sweat and the bruised ego of a warrior twice my size. I shifted my weight, feeling the familiar, power in my thighs. People in the Silver Moon pack saw "plus-sized." They saw soft curves and a girl who took up too much space in a world that preferred its female Omegas to be willow-thin and easily tucked away. They didn’t see the corded muscle beneath the softness or the way my center of gravity made me an immovable mountain in the sparring pit.

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.”