Omega Book Novels & Stories

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.

The Omega smells like a thin mint from God’s personal girl scout cookie stash. Her scent is so alluring that the great Victor Erickson kneels down to get a better taste. He’s not above it. His wolf is screaming at him to get closer. He wants to press his nose all up on that scent gland, on this Omega, who may or may not be alive. A gun clicks at his temple. “Just try it, motherf*cker,” a voice sounds, much deeper than expected of a typical Omega. In her half-dead state, the Omega has managed to disarm Victor and place him at gunpoint.

While not a long time has passed since Caleb and I met, I know he is a good male. He made a pack for rogues like me. Whatever he decided to do with the Omegas that had… hurt him, I am sure it is not something bad. We go up a few flights of stairs until we reach the last floor of—wherever Tatiana brought me. The library encompasses the entire floor, with many bookcases stacked full of books -many of them looking very old. Sitting at a desk, behind the screen of a computer, an Omega is typing something fast. Her scent lets me know she is a berserker.

says Luca The food arrives and oh my god it is amazing, the best food I think I have ever tasted am ravenous for some reason as well, since being around the guys weird things have been happening. I am super horny I feel like I haven’t eaten in weeks and my eyes glow. So I’m putting it down to finding my mates. Although I haven’t heard of these things happening before. But they said I am Omega, which they aren’t heard of normally. Omega are rare and from what I have heard are meant to be cherished and loved and protected. But I don’t understand how I can be Omega when my parents are of Alpha blood.

My lips crack with thirst. The door creaks open. Light slices into the dark. My heart leaps in terror, expecting Clara’s shadow. But it’s not her. A hand slips in. Trembling. Thin. In it, a piece of bread and a dented cup of water. I lift my gaze. Another Omega stands there, eyes wide with fear and pity. “Eat,” she whispers. “Please. Before they come back.” Tears sting my eyes, hot and humiliating. Not for the pain, not for the rejection. But for this—the fragile kindness of an omega.

Drown in facts until my emotions had to stand on a chair and wave to get attention. I opened my laptop, the hinge warm against my knees. The screen reflected back a woman who looked like she hadn’t slept and like she might never again and like she’d fight anyone who tried to write that fact for her. I typed werewolf pack hierarchy into the search bar like I hadn’t spent a week rolling my eyes at shop-gossip words: Beta, Gamma, Omega. Sean had said Omega and I’d thought it was a joke. I felt stupid enough to apologize to him tomorrow and bring him a cookie.

“I’ve never seen anything like this before. Not in my old pack, not anywhere. And I really don’t get why… why me? Why do I have something like this?” Fiona stayed quiet beside me, but I could feel her eyes on me. Abuela, however, watched me closely, her expression unreadable. “I’m a nobody,” I whispered. “Just an omega. That’s all I’ve ever been. And things like this? Powers like this? They only happen to people from high-ranking bloodlines. To Alphas, Lunas, warriors, not people like me. Not someone who grew up cleaning and obeying orders.” There was a heavy silence in the room after I spoke. I looked at Abuela, expecting her to say something like, “Don’t talk like that,” or “You’re not a n

The day was supposed to be the happiest day of her life turned into a worst one for her when she shifted into a beautiful wolf yet the power radiating from it screamed one thing. Omega. She was an omega, a weak wolf. Her whole family turned against her the very day, they all were of higher ranks, her father was an alpha while her mother a beta and it was expected from both siblings to turn into either an alpha or beta but after she shifted as an omega, all the love and attention from her parents turned void.

I whispered, my hands shaking uncontrollably. "You did," Kael said. He stepped closer, inspecting my face. "Your eyes... they were glowing." "Glowing?" "Gold," Kael said. "Pure gold." He looked back at the road where Thorne had knelt. "That was an Alpha Command," Kael said. "You forced an Alpha to kneel with a thought." "I'm an omega," I said, panic rising in my throat. "That's impossible." Kael looked at me, and this time, there was no doubt in his eyes. Only awe.

Davina, the weak little Omega, was vowing revenge? Interesting. Very interesting.u me baby how much