Omega Bound Novels & Stories

My head was still aching badly because I also hit my head hard but I couldn’t worry about myself,she was fighting for her life and it was all because of me. I wondered what sort of bad luck this was because it was like she was following me everywhere. First it was the embarrassing scene at school when I tried to help her,then the always eye contact and now this. I just hoped she would be okay and I also heard rumors that she was an omega which means she would have no family,no one for me to reach to. I would have to take this upon myself. I picked up my phone and Checked the time. I had to meet the rival pack as soon as possible.

“We both know that’s because she doesn’t have her wolf. She’s not like every other werewolf.” My fingers clicked a sound. “Exactly my point.” “But you’re not even giving me a chance with her despite knowing she’s my mate.” “How so? I never stopped or prohibited you from seeing her or bonding with her.” “Is this the smart Alpha talking, or dumbass Thor?” he questioned. “We both know for weak Omega’s like her who doesn’t have their wolves, they naturally latch onto the very strong bond they have access to. They’re just like infants wanting their mother around every chance they have. As long as that strong bond is there, consistent and protective, they mostly can’t let go unless they’re dispell

Creed told me that her wolf had done everything that she could to send healing to Storm, Octavia’s wolf, but there was only so much that she could do because she was just an Omega. Creed and I were awed by the woman sitting there with us. It wasn’t easy to send healing from one wolf to another. It was usually done through a mate-bond or through a family-bond. So, doing it outside those bonds showed someone’s strength. She might be ‘just an Omega’ but was damn strong. It also showed her and her wolf’s characters. “I’ll assign warriors to guard your family once we’re done here,” I promised. She was taken aback by my offer. I watched as relief made her visibly relax.

But he felt the man would reappear if he outrightly refused to listen to him. A little annoyed that their breakfast was delayed, Rune plated the sandwich he hurriedly made in front of Rose, who appeared curious about their strange visitor. “I saw that the former Luna is here,” the Omega said, his thick brows frowning. “She is an enemy to our plans.” He clicked his fingers. “Now she won’t be able to hear our conversation.” Rune identified that he used the confinement power where sounds can be trapped. It didn’t make sense, though… that an Omega wolf had such powers and wielded a massive presence. And why on earth would an identified rogue gang approach him?

I shifted very quickly, and within a minute, our two wolves stood face to face. Ash lifted his head and sniffed. “Omega,” he said. This shocked me. Ava was an omega? Seriously? I hadn’t seen that coming. Omegas were pretty rare, a specific type of wolf that oozed with fertility. Some believe omegas had extra blessings from the Moon Goddess and that they were given special breeding powers to ensure the survival of our race. “Are you sure?” I asked Ash. He sniffed the air again and then confirmed that it was true.

Menroe stammered, his fear palpable. Steele hummed in response before reaching for Menroe's neck, choking him without a hint of remorse. Hunter turned his attention to Freya, carefully cradling her delicate hands within his own. One of his large hands enveloped both of hers. "She's an omega, which means she lacks the healing abilities of other wolves. Her body takes three times longer to heal than that of an ordinary wolf. Are you aware of this, Beta?" Hunter inquired, tilting his head in Will's direction.

“I don’t know where to start.” Dad sighs again and shakes his head. “Start from explaining what the hell this omega thing is.” I say gently. “In the werewolf world. There’s another type of hierarchy. Same with how with humans there’s hierarchy of class, where some are middle class and some are high class. Well In the werewolf world, an omega is the weakest and least desirable among them. The Alpha is the highest, followed by his Luna, his beta and then gamma. The omega is always last place.”

At seventeen, I weighed more than every other average teenager in my school and my own pack as a whole. Yes, I was the only plus-sized wolf in all of Bluecoven’s pack and even worse, I was an Omega. The lowest in the hierarchy. A pushover of a species that is the one and only embodiment of weakness. In my world, Omegas were almost non-existent and the few that did were seen as some sort of game for the high-rank wolves to catch and boost their egos.

My power clawed at the threads, tried to smother the cracks, and tried to seal the abyss. And for one breathless instant… it almost worked. Almost.. But the void screamed. A soundless, endless scream that ripped through my marrow. My pheromones faltered. The abyss devoured them, like swallowing light into a black hole. My knees buckled, chest caving inward. “No…” I gasped, the word raw, shredded. “No, no, no!” “My omega..” His voice. Vlad’s voice. I whipped my head toward him, tears already streaming. He stood at the center of it all, shadows bleeding from his frame, glyphs blazing brighter than I’d ever seen—bright, and unstable.

And with it, the hunt. She placed her hand over her stomach again, this time gently. “You'd be safe” She whispered to the life inside her. “I promise it.” Behind her, Lowell drifted into a restless sleep, his breath evening out. Uriel stayed awake beneath the moonlight, scanning for movement. They had tried to erase her. Now, she would hunt them down. They would face the fury of the woman they created. The omega was gone. And in her place stood something far more dangerous.