Omega Camp Novels & Stories

I would help burn that script for our family. I knew it was the right thing to do, but I had to get to the bottom of this story. Especially after my Luna recently revealed disturbing rumors: that Omegas in our packhouse had been raped in the empty Beta wing. The thought that someone could commit such a crime under our roof - within our own pack - filled me with seething anger.

They were still trying to get a hold of the Midnight Howler's plans and it's been a few hours already there was no news. Beta Jayden and Delta Tristan were busy trying to get a hold on to the sentinels who were sent over to spy on the Midnight Howlers. There was still no news and couldn't connect them through phone call or mind-links. A wild knocking on the door brought their attention, one of the men under Jayden's command came in. His eyes were full of fear. "The Omega camp is under attack!" They jumped right away to the car and rushed over to the camp. Eris' wolf was begging to go out scared for his little human's life.

JOSH POV Now, I have my first question. “Omegas?” I ask. Maddie smiles at me again. She begins to climb the stairs as she answers me, “Omega is a ranking within wolf shifter packs. It is the lowest rank of wolves. Most packs have an abundance of lower ranking wolves, omegas being the most prolific. They tend to be the worker bees. Landscapers, housekeepers, child care givers, teachers, nurses, and doctors; professions like that who are all about care and repetition, emotional empathy, encouragement and care. They have huge hearts, and it is in theirs’s and their wolves’ natures to be attentive and nurturing to the other pack members.

I ask, turning to Nara since she seems to be the oldest and wisest, “And how many omegas?" "It's thirteen rogues and... around thirty omegas at this point. There's four kids with us, too," Nara responds. This time, I don't feel too freaked out about the idea of children being with them. I still don't think it's a great idea, though, "We're camping in an empty territory around twenty miles from the Silvan pack." "And all of you are the leaders of this thing?"

She leaned back into her chair, as if distance was needed for whatever she was about to say. “Gerard,” she said, voice softer—the softest I’ve ever heard. “You of all people should know that’s possible.” My chest tightened, my muscles contracting. “When someone becomes an omega, it rewires their brain,” she continued. “The brain chemistry. Instincts. Alpha pheremones that usually trigger aggression start triggering attraction.” Her eyes searched mine to be sure I was following. “There’s a reason Alphas clash with other Alphas, and omegas don’t.”

"Are the meals prepared? When we visit the Shadow pack, I want us to be strong. The Shadow Pack won't let us in without a fight; I'm certain of that. William, in my opinion, will do anything to stop us from entering their territory." "The food preparation is complete. The members of the Dark Pack were waiting for you. Leah, you need to show up. This will be challenging.." "Almera, do you think that I can do this? I'm just an omega." "You were the Omega in Nightwalker, but you are now our Alpha since you are the beta. Do you question your abilities? Leah, I'm confident you can pull this off. I'm not speaking as your friend, but as one of the Red Moon Pack members.."

It is a known fact among all people that alphas are only meant for omegas because that's how the tertiary genders dictate the world. "Dear... a little more and I'll cum." Sevastian releases more pheromones though the beta wouldn't notice a thing. He paces up his thrusting and sucks on Zen's neck. If only he's an omega, he would've already marked him and made him his. 'Who knows, maybe he'll turn into a fucking omega by if I continue to release pheromones.' He thought. Zen could feel the difference in their body heat and a strange feeling running down his spine as he felt the alpha's movements getting more and more erratic. He realized that the alpha is reaching his limit. He never expected t

So here I am, breathing. A few young omegas are already at work among the flowerbeds, their hands gentle as they prune roses and gather herbs. They straighten immediately when they see me, eyes wide, a mix of awe and nervousness flickering across their faces. I still can’t get used to that — the way everyone looks at me, as if I’m something rare and untouchable. “Please, don’t stop,” I tell them quickly. “I just came to help.” One of them — a freckled omega with light brown hair and soil-stained fingers — smiles shyly. “Luna, you don’t have to get your hands dirty. We’ll take care of everything.”

A sharp kick to my face sent me sprawling backward. My eyes burned as sand and dirt scraped against them. I gasped, my hand flew straight to my bleeding nose. “Who is your Luna?” Cynthia sneered. “I am no Luna to a useless omega.” I trembled, my body screaming in exhaustion. “Please, ma… I didn’t do anything. I am just a lowly omega.” She squatted and yanked my hair up with her fingers, dragging it so hard I felt my scalp pulling out, “An Omega that's mated to my man, my husband!” she hissed in anger before pushing my head back, “You're not innocent Omega, Daphne. Like I said earlier, I have heard about you!”

I held her hand reassuringly. “Oh, Lola, I’m here for a job,” I coaxed gently, offering her a soft smile. Traditionally, omegas were considered the lowest rank and were not allowed to shift or receive training on the ground. They were confined to the pack house, performing household chores and cooking for other pack members. However, when I became Luna and joined this pack after marrying Zander, I introduced new laws, giving omegas the opportunity to receive training in self-defense and war. I firmly believed that not being able to shift didn't make them weak, and I had even organized championships and fighting competitions for omegas throughout the year to prove their strength and worth.