Omega Bound Novels & Stories

Omega Warfare Lyra stepped back from Kael's enhanced assault as her mind cascaded through empathic webs that connected to all purified minds in the Great Hall, her omega ability converting individual conflict to paranormal warfare that drew strength from networking shared pack bond rather than corporeal combat that would be unconstitutional trial requiring emotional rather than martial determination.

What happened next was shocking. He dragged me back to the house by my arm and what I saw when I got inside was horrifying my parents lay dead and the house was trashed, but what scared me more was there was no scent of a rogue being in the house. Beta peter turned to me and asked what happened and why i lied i kept telling him i didn't but he didn't believe me and since my parents were dead Beta peter became the alpha and he had the pack warriors take me to the interrogation room. I sat quietly waiting for him and when he finally came he told me if I didn't tell the truth I would become the omega of the pack. He kept asking questions all night and by the end of it all he still didn't belie

Tyler felt as if something heavy was placed on his eyelids, he couldn't keep it open no matter how he tried , he fought it but he lost, closing his eyes he gradually succumbed to the spell. " Tyler , Jake has appeared I heard the Luna has already ordered a counterattack against him and are headed towards the battlefield now" An older version of Mike hurriedly told Tyler about the situation , as he was the only one who seemed to get close to Tyler or talk to him ever since he was declared the Alpha as other pack members looked down on him for being an omega previously.

someone called out in agreement and more voices joined. “Divorce your omega wife and you can marry your fated mate. The moon goddess has blessed you with a beta born as your mate! With her by your side, you will finally be stronger and we can win the war. The future of the pack is going to be safe!” Elder Zachary cheered.

Just Irene, sitting in the dirt, coaxing flowers to bloom. One of the omegas laughs softly. “The roses like you, Luna. Look — they’re opening.” I blink in surprise. The buds that were closed moments ago now show faint streaks of pink, trembling as if shy. My heart swells. “Maybe they can feel happiness.” “Or maybe,” the omega says, his tone almost reverent, “they know the Goddess’s touch when it returns to the world.”

Damon laughed as if I was funny. I can't lose here because even though I'm an omega, I'm strong! I will not let myself be defeated in front of Amoux. Being an omega is a big shame for him, so I have to be good at fighting. Who said that a personal doctor can only do treatment? Because I'll make sure I'm different.

Even without a wolf's scent, my instincts were screaming. ​A man stepped into the sickly yellow light of the neon sign. He didn't smell like a wolf. He didn't even smell entirely human. He smelled like ozone, old parchment, and burnt circuitry. He was an Outcaster—a "Static," one of the rare humans who lived on the fringes of the Lycan corporate world, surviving by selling the one thing wolves couldn't master: pure, unadulterated data. ​"Nobody is looking for me," I rasped. My voice sounded like it had been dragged over gravel. "I'm an Omega. I'm nothing."

Helios slaps his leg and starts laughing again. “Look at her!” he points me up and down. “She’s so scrawny! And her legs are like twigs! She’ll be taken out before she can even say ‘boo!’” He starts laughing uproariously again. I size him up. He’s not that athletically built; with his short pudgy legs, I am confident I can run rings around him and not break a sweat. He walks up to me and looks at me like how one would look at an insect through a microscope. “Omega,” he says, “I can’t even smell your wolf. Shift for us, I want to see how good you are.”

“You were born an Omega, just as my father was dominant and dangerous from his first step, human or not. Being a werewolf just brings it out, and age puts a polish on it.” “She doesn’t know that?” Tag asked. “Leo did his best to keep her ignorant and under his thumb,” Toby told him. Tag raised a fuzzy red eyebrow at her. “I never liked Leo, too damned underhanded by half. It’s hard for a dominant wolf to hurt a submissive wolf if he’s sane our instincts tell us to protect them. Omega is one step beyond that.

I had just shifted for the first time a week prior. Her father from the Omega pack had come running through the woods looking for her. She had missed curfew and had lied about where she was going with the much older Max. Her friends who had been concerned warned her father about where she was going. Omega girls are special, they can enhance a male shifter's powers, which means every male shifter wants one. Fated mate or not. They are a fathers worries and a man's calm to move forward in his pack with an Omega she-wolf by their side. The father had immediately started beating the shit out of Max, and Max was just taking the beating, not lifting a finger.