Omega Camp Novels & Stories

They are more reserved than the other omegas. Maybe that is the reason they are more blessed by the Goddess of the Moon than the others. In the Northern Pack's altar, in the middle of the Northern's forest, there is a lake with a tiny island on the middle of it. This is the place where the coming-of-age ceremony of their omega is taking place. Cathy readied herself and started to take his shoes off. She took a deep breath and put her feet in the water. The water isn't deep when there is an omega that is going to do their coming-of-age ceremony, and it was blessed by their goddess, the Goddess of the Moon.

There are shadows under his eyes that weren't there a week ago. "Come in," he says. I step inside and close the door. He leans against his desk, arms crossed. "Report." I pull out my notes, though I don't need them. Every detail is burned into my memory. "She met with twelve omegas tonight. Safe house, three miles north of the summit grounds. Hidden location, no pack scent markers. They came from at least six different territories." Kael's jaw tightens. "What did they discuss?" "Rescue operations. Safe passage routes. Emergency contacts." I pause. "She healed one of them. An omega from Ironpeak with bond scarring. I watched the woman's wolf return after three years of silence."

THE SMALL LOYAL PACK The dampness of the riverbank clung to our skin like a second layer of clothing. We were huddled in a small cave just past the canyon’s mouth, the sound of the Black River rushing by just outside. I watched them—my "small pack." They weren't high-born knights or trained guards. They were the ones the world had forgotten. The Omegas. The ones told they were too weak to lead and too soft to fight. "My hands won't stop blueing," Elara whispered, rubbing her fingers together. She was barely nineteen, with eyes that had seen the inside of a factory for most of her life. Now, she held a sharpened stake like it was a scepter.

I step forward off the crate, my boots hitting the gritty floor with a firm, deliberate thud that demands their absolute attention. "You brought us down here into this freezing basement at midnight, Roda, so tell us straight how you expect a bunch of powerless omegas to fight back against the most powerful council in werewolf history," a sophomore omega named Maya asks, her voice shaking violently as she clutches a torn textbook against her chest.

"The police? They're on his payroll. The media? He owns half of it." "So I'm helpless." "No," I said. "You're vulnerable. There's a difference." I walked around the island until I was standing in front of her. She had to look up at me, but she held her ground. "You need a status that overrides his," I said. "I'm an omega. I have no status." "You do if you belong to a higher Alpha." She narrowed her eyes. "I told you. I'm not a property." "And I told you this is business."

Omegas also had a task to make sure chilled beverages don't run out, and once lunch is over, they would clean it up and remove tables and chairs, leaving towels and umbrellas behind. A camper van parked nearby held all the necessities for Omegas to serve their Alpha and his guests. Maya was pleased that things were not delayed because Omegas who came here initially faced resistance when they urged people who were previously here to move. Why would they move? This was the best spot on the lake! The fight nearly broke out and Maya sent a group of warriors to help stabilize the situation. However, the rowdy bunch still felt wronged, and they eased up only when they heard that Alpha and his gues

a video of me, my new mate Victor, and Liam playing at the Snow Wolf tribe’s ice festival spread like wildfire across the entire Western Continent's wolf social circles. Wolves were commenting that the smiling Omega healer in the video had to be Damian’s dead fated mate, Seraphina. Damian recognized her instantly. The Omega with the radiant smile was the Seraphina he’d been thinking about day and night! She wasn't dead! But I had no idea this video was out there. And I certainly didn’t know that Alpha Damian was already coming for me, ready to do anything. That day, Alpha Victor, my brother Liam, and I were enjoying some rare peace and quiet by Moon Lake.

You wouldn’t believe what happened next! Alpha Genesis’ POV: “You’re going right?” My beta asked me, staring. “I’m not sure it’s appropriate, Dickson.” I said. About 2 weeks ago I had gotten an email saying I was invited to an omegas birthday party. I didn’t think it was appropriate to go to someone’s birthday party that was in my pack unless I actually knew them. I definitely did not know this one. Also, everyone would expect me to go to their birthday parties if I show up to hers. Wouldn’t they?…

she pauses waiting for me to tell her my name. "OH.. I'm sorry um Harper and yes that would be cool" I answer her. Along the way i learn that her name is Nina and that she's what's called an omega, they are mostly used as staff and very rarely are called equals to the other werewolves, She said that most omegas live out their lives as maids to the other pack members or higher powered, Nina said that most omegas don't have mates and that made me sad at first but then i heard her say that she was mated to one of the pack warriors named Chancler.

Aside from being unwanted by my parents and the whole pack, I was also an omega. Omegas are the lowest-ranking wolves, and we are usually bullied. Some of us didn't wolf out, and the others that did are simply low-borns. No one would really like to take an omega as a chosen mate. So it is usually an omega male wolf that takes an omega she wolf. That is why, if Mike really won't ask for my hand this time, then I'm done. This shitty expectation: who in Goddess' name made this cruel rule of ours? The saddest bit of it, if I have any right to be sad, is that all of this will happen on my birthday. As if it lost its meaning of being a joyful occasion since every birthday of mine, something cruel