Omega Camp Novels & Stories

To them I was just a pawn and since I was diagnosed as an omega, all of my future plans would have 'being sold' in common. That was pretty much the fate of omega borns like me. When you are born an omega, you have only two choices. Omegas could give birth to dominant alphas, be it Male or female. That's why we're wanted by the elites to carry out their legacy of alphas from their clan.

“So, we would like to offer you a place here in the states, as werewolves and lycan are not so different after all.” “That would be very kind of you,” Hazel replied meekly. “But…” The Luna interjected. “You are not part of our pack. Hence, you can only stay as an Omega,” she explained. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Hazel looked at her daughter's hazel eyes, and with a deep breath, she made the choice any mother would've made. “I accept the conditions,” she announced. After Hazel had been officially converted to an Omega by taking an oath and shaking her hand, which she'd cut a bit to draw out blood, with the Alpha, who had done the same. She went out clutching her baby.

He added. “ Oh!.” I exclaimed, almost forgetting I was Emily and also Khloe. “ I will be fine. I will go.” I added and stepped out of my seat, heading towards the maid. Only I don’t know where it is. “Can you lead the way, please?.” I told her the one differed from the five I had met earlier today, and it made me wonder how many omegas worked here. Omegas were the lowest of all packs. They were called the bottom of the bottom, and most lived on the outskirts of most kingdoms. Only the lucky ones get to work for other Wolves.

he added, and Maya slowly pulled herself to a sitting position. "You know in The Oasis pack, I did not have a fair life. Having to be an omega , struggling with the hates I received, and then suffering physical abuse, emotional abuse down to sexual abuse," she said, pulling her knees together, as she recounted the moments killian had tried to take advantage of her, with tears forming in her eyes.

Sydney said, "have you noticed how not a single one of the omegas are past their thirties? Yet, they still have way more than any normal pack. Somethings' not right here." "I'm well aware," Sammy said, "but what do you think will happen if they catch us? We shouldn't be hasty." "Woah," I exclaimed unable to hold back anymore. These two were actually thinking of escaping? I wanted to laugh at the naive suckers, and cry for them at the same time. Were they idiots? Did spending time in that 'nice' pack make'em blind to what they are? Omegas are weak, we can't protect ourselves. That's why we have no other option, but to serve those around us, in hopes that they'd take pity on us and take care o

Six years ago, when Adom got the results back from the doctors, he couldn't process what Omega said. His mom was an omega, and he loved her dearly, but he also saw how omegas still got treated in this society and how it was hard for them to find a good job. They even had to watch out for alphas when they were in heat, or they could be attacked.

Finally, they can talk without her running away from Alex. "Let Alex talk first, then we can take our time," Type said to Monika, who was ready to hug her sister. Monika understands what type means, so she nods in understanding. "Ashly, we need to talk." Alex said as he came near Ashly. "Stay away from me, or I'll insanely murder you!" Ashly screamed, but then she shook her head, whimpering, wanting to go away from Alex as quickly as possible. Her body was on fire. Her omega pheromones were in the air, making her growl. Ashly stumbled over to the steps, falling in the process. Type ran to help her up, but Adom stopped him. The only person allowed to touch an omega in this state was the omega

A small voice says from behind me. I turn around to see a young woman with a tiny frame standing in the doorway. Her long black hair hanging over both shoulders, framing her face. "Who are you? I haven't seen you here before." "Sienna. I'm from Alpha Gregory's pack, or at least I used to be. I was an omega, just like you." "Oh okay. My name is Mark. Nice to meet you." I get up and walk towards her with my hand extended. She takes it, and clasps her other hand over mine.

“And I didn’t summon you here for pleasantries. Tell me who you are and what you are exactly.” Her throat bobbed, and fingers curled into her top like they could hide her. “I’m Dextera Neville, an Omega of Bisclaveret Pack, under the reign of Alpha Kestrel Wagner, son of Nelson Wagner, Sovereign Of His Bloodline.” I folded my arms. “Save me the hierarchy. I want real answers. You know what I'm talking about, young lady.” “I… I don’t...” I cut her off. “What happened last night, Dextera? You’re a wolfless Omega as far as I know. That’s what your records from Bisclaveret said. You never shifted! But what I saw out there in those woods was not an ordinary shift.”

Wagons drawn by trembling horses and angry wolves. The Omegas came in waves—thin, hollow-eyed, some clutching bundles of cloth like lifelines, some wearing nothing but oversized cloaks and bloodied boots. Mothers. Daughters. Young men too small to fight but too old to hide. I stood at the gate of our temporary camp, greeting each one by name when I could. Offering water. Food. A hand. Not because I had to. Because they needed to see their Alpha standing. Even if I was barely upright.