Omega Camp Novels & Stories

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.

Walter nodded appreciatively. “So this world of yours works just like wolves hierarchy? A pack, an Alpha and... Do you have omegas?” Walter had no idea people like him existed in their own individual worlds, neither did he know anything about how things worked there. But he had a special liking to wolf animals and knew all about them. He was surprised to hear shifters followed the same pattern as the wolf animals. “There are omegas.” Olive walked back to sit beside Wayne. He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her forehead.

he reminded him. "It can be revived if I can get an omega" Haynes explained further. "Which you were unable to find after searching many communities of werewolves for years. Or are you planning to send me to the werewolves so that I could get bitten and become a 'floater' like you?" Sergeanti laughed hysterically. He had discovered his plans. Haynes was a very dubious dishonest and wicked wizard. "No, you don't need to go and search for any werewolves because an omega is lurking in Greenford right now" Haynes ascertained.

"Then how did you travel across the ocean" "I swam" Deep laughter filled the cell. The alpha's head was thrown back, and his face and posture relaxed. He looked beautiful at that moment. I pinched myself to snap out of the thoughts, it was not the time to think about how beautiful he looked. "So you expect us to believe that you swam across the ocean?" "It's the truth," I said with irritation. "What's your rank in your pack?" "O..omega," I said in a small voice.

It smelled like dirty bodies, cheap beer, sickness, and deep sadness. I walked into the camp, my heavy coat dragging in the snow. As I walked past the dark slave cabins, a small sound made me stop. I turned my head. Hiding behind a pile of frozen wood were three Omegas. They were outside in the deadly cold. They wore nothing but thin, torn shirts and dirty pants. They had no shoes, and their feet were purple from the ice. They were sitting on the ground, holding onto each other tightly just to stay warm. One of the Omegas looked up at me. His face was so skinny I could see his bones. His eyes were huge and filled with pure fear. I wondered the state of my mate.

However, the desperate cries of the young omegas spur us into action, propelling us forward into the room. Inside, we are met with the sight of two vulnerable young omegas, huddled together on the bed, their tiny bodies trembling as they whimper and cry. In their desperation, they attempt to find solace by suckling on each other. Mindful of their fragile state, we approach them with utmost care, ensuring not to startle them further. As our presence registers, they let out soft whimpers, their fear palpable. Determined to provide comfort, we gingerly climb into their little nest, and to our astonishment, they transform into little wolves.

I made the mistake of allowing the Beta to see my cry early on in my captivity here, and he showed me what it meant to have something to cry about. For as much as I hated the Silver Springs Pack and Alpha Carlson, Alpha Sloan and Luna Wilma of whatever the hell the name of this pack was much, much worse. It wasn’t uncommon to allow the omegas to be raped by unmated warriors. If an omega was perceived to have done something wrong or not up to standard, any wolf could provide a punishment. Since my wolf was suppressed, effectively making me a human, I avoided punishment at all costs.

None of us is willing to get our work clothes full of musky wolf scent, so we stay standing. Where the Hell is Connors? Caroline seems like she’s just the welcoming committee. We’re here to discuss business. A scrawny omega brings a cart with pitchers of ice water and lemonade. I guess we’re out of luck on a snack before our meetings, but what is this? Kindergarten? I look around and catch the Omega in the corner. She must be waiting for us to finish so she can clean up and disappear. “You there, Omega.” I snap my fingers to get her attention.

The rest of us stood outside with our faces raised to the moon, praying for a successful initiation and the opportunity to partake in the next Feast of the Moon. “What noise?” Claudia asked, pausing her washing to listen. Omegas didn’t have as good senses as other wolves. We were the weak links in most packs, valued only for our empathy and service. Monica as a Beta could hear sounds hundreds of miles away but we the omegas could barely hear what went on a few feet away from us if we didn’t listen. “It sounds like a stampede.” Monica frowned. The other girls in the kitchen paused at that. It was still early evening so it couldn’t be the Alpha’s Call that caused the stampede.

"Because in about thirty seconds, you're going to learn exactly how relevant we are." "Is that a threat?" "It's a prediction," Nadia said, checking her watch. "Three, two, one..." The chamber doors burst open. And through them poured wolves. Hundreds of them. But these weren't warriors. These were Omegas. The lowest-ranked wolves from packs all across North America. They'd been gathering outside the Council building, waiting for this moment. "What is this?" the Chief Elder demanded.