Omega Camp の小説・ストーリー

I'm an Omega. "But I'm an Omega"

I want to be the best omega I can be, and when I get my wolf and my mate, if my title changes, I want to be the best I can be then too. My mom always said every wolf matters. Our roles in the pack have meaning, and if they didnt, then they wouldn't exist. Every pack needs an Alpha. Every pack needs a Beta. Every pack needs its warriors and workers. And every pack needs its omegas or caregivers, if you will.

Chapter 15: Two Moons Entwined Chris read through the result slip a couple of times, thinking he had mistaken the word “Alpha” as “Omega”. Nevertheless, no matter how many times he read it, the word “Alpha” was clearly stated there. For whatever unknown reasons, Chris was not satisfied with the result and he was denying the fact Nathan was an Alpha. Before this, he was certain his best friend was an Alpha and he did not mind it. However, after talking to his mother and listening to her thoroughly, Nathan’s description fitted more to be an Omega rather than an Alpha. Nonetheless, a heavy-seed Omega — the rarest of the rare.

Mia's voice is small but it doesn't stop us from hearing her. "And why don't you deserve to stay there darling?" My mom's gentle Luna voice always helps to ease anyone and I'm hoping it will help Mia and Josh. "We are not Beta mates anymore, we are Omegas, we've lost our mate and therefore should be put back down on the Omega floor," Josh speaks this time but none of us misses the tears in both his and mia's eyes when he mentions the loss of their mate. "I want you both to listen to me, I'm only going to say this once and I know that everyone in this room will agree with me." We all look to my dad and he continues to speak.

My name is Ava Rose—eighteen years old, Omega of the Selene Pack. From the moment I could understand my place in this world, I knew what I was destined for. As an Omega, I have no authority, no rights, and certainly no claim to stand by His side. I was never meant to rule. Never meant for greatness.

before Gamma Patrick whispered in my ears, “Omegas are killed like chickens. Misbehave and you’ll be the next barbeque.” My heart was bitter. So many threats. Why did the moon goddess make omegas? Why can’t everyone be equal in the werewolf community? I asked myself as I looked up to the sunny skies like I could see the face of the moon goddess even in the blinding ray of the sun.

I guessed they were there to discuss what they did regarding Lisa and me. I knocked on the door. Then Upsilon Michael Wolfie, the spies of our pack, opened the door. Once he saw me, he bowed. “You came on time, Beta Cameron.” “What are they discussing?” “About you, Delta Lisa,” he shrugged and added, “and the Omega.” “The Omega has a name. Her name is Anna Warren.” “Yes, Omega Anna.” I ignored Michael and stepped inside. The noisy discussion died suddenly when they saw me. “Well, who’s here? Just on time. We’re discussing what we should do with the incident.”

TokeSignals84: It doesn't have to be like this, All we need to do is make sure we keep talking MyHelperz: I would LOVE for that little bitch to talk about OEMGAS!! Oooh, my dick is hard! I want to hear more about OEMGAS!! CrzyDwnHr: Omegas are a legit part of our history. Why shoudn’t she talk about them? RelevantKeywordOuch: Bite me, @MyHelperz. WhatYuzVant: Omegas? Oh yeah, you wolves are all weird about them because they’re super sexy and stuff, right? Like, no wolf can resist them?

Aside from inter group conflicts and external Vampire attack, they have no other challenge. No wonder we couldn't see cars that night. It was because everything was being controlled in the palms of these Alpha's. I prayed to the Moon Gooddess to keep Galaxy safe. I will come find him, someday. I entered the small tent that some other werewolves were already in. As Galaxy had advised, I sent out secret notes to some wolves in the camp and luckily few werewolves showed up. Demeanor and status observed, I knew they were Omegas. They looked drenched and pitiful with the tattered clothes they wore.

Liam, unimpressed, simply turned and led the way outside. *************** The drive to the Omega camp was done in silence, thick. When they arrived, Matilda wrinkled her nose immediately. The Omega settlement was humble, made of small but sturdy cottages. Omegas were already hard at work—some kneading dough, others chopping firewood, while children scurried around, laughing despite their threadbare clothing. "This is revolting," Matilda muttered under her breath. Liam heard and clenched his jaw. "Keep your thoughts to yourself."