Omega Camp Novels & Stories

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 day was supposed to be the happiest day of her life turned into a worst one for her when she shifted into a beautiful wolf yet the power radiating from it screamed one thing. Omega. She was an omega, a weak wolf. Her whole family turned against her the very day, they all were of higher ranks, her father was an alpha while her mother a beta and it was expected from both siblings to turn into either an alpha or beta but after she shifted as an omega, all the love and attention from her parents turned void.

“I don’t think you have anything else to say to me. Just go.” I tried walking past her but she held me firmly again. “What is so special about her, huh?” she suddenly screamed. “Keep your voice down,” I warned calmly. “She is an omega for Christ’s sake, Rivers! What could she possibly do for you?” she continued angrily. “Drop your voice down.” My tone remained calm but the authority behind it was enough to make the air heavy. But Sarah refused to stop. “No, I will not!” she yelled through gritted teeth. “I will not stop chasing you, Rivers. You belong to me and I can’t allow an omega take you away from me.” She tried walking away angrily but this time I grabbed her wrist firmly. Her eyes wid

Hope flared in my chest, a desperate, wild thing that pushed my broken feet to sprint. I burst through the thick line of bushes, panting heavily, a relieved smile threatening to break across my face— And I froze. The breath was punched out of my lungs. It wasn't the edge of the forest. It was the main rebel camp. Dozens of massive, tattered tents were pitched in a wide, sprawling forest. And everywhere I looked, there were Omegas. Some were sharpening weapons, others were carrying massive crates of supplies, and several were gathered around roaring fire pits.

Why is he still avoiding my gaze? But they do look good together… him and Hannah. They looked like a powerful couple, just exactly what the pack needed. “As you all know, me and the beta’s wife had attended a ceremony lately in the O.P Howling pack about an incident in another neighbouring pack. And now, we received a letter saying that they had been attacked as well and we do not know the whereabouts of Alpha Xenon. In fact, we do not even know if he is still alive or not.” He said.

Two years after the death of her father, they left New Orleans, to start over, and now eighteen years later they’ve returned, it’s even become worse now she is closer to Vicki. With her heart hammering in her chest, she decides to leave the pain she’s been feeling for months now at the door. They left for New York to start over, but on coming back here, she could still feel the betrayal, the hurt, and the hatred, so for the best part of it she decides to go to a different school. But being a werewolf, just being a werewolf attracts some king of war zone, and fighting has always been one thing Charlie has been in love with. Closing the door Charlie takes in a long breath and says a short pray

Because I've heard stories of how some Omegas have been violated by others whenever they are in their heat. During Omega's heat, they tend to be vulnerable because, during that period, they are always sexually aroused. And the pheromones they release then affect any Alpha/Beta around and that has led to some ending up being sexually molested, while some end up being marked by an unknown alpha. That is why most omegas always want to be around their mate during their heat. For those who are yet to find their mate, they would rather be around someone they trust or be indoors. My parents were always worried about me having my heat when they're not with me and I end up with some strange that woul

The next three weeks were nonstop travel. We rode to Oregon first. A small pack of thirty wolves, their Alpha was old and scared. I stood in their meeting hall and let every Omega in their pack touch my hand. I let them feel my power. I told them no one would ever chain them again. By the time we left, their pin turned red. Then Washington. Then Idaho. Every time it was the same. I walked in, I spoke, I let the Omegas cry on my shoulder and I promised safety.

I asked her, watching her body language. Her eyes seemed to dart in every direction, before she managed to raise them and hold my gaze. “It almost killed me," she whispered, barely audible. Obviously, yes, but her strength made me consider the potential Ethan talked about the other day. The Omegas are wolves; just like us, but they have been used for menial and domestic labour so much that I fear they lack the skills to protect themselves. I watched the nobles celebrating for a while, some drunken lechers trying to touch the female Omegas.

I nodded, and watched through two slats of wood as my mate returned with her friend, hoping that I’d be able to give her a home where she’d feel safe one day. We pull up to the camp and I shake Pippa awake. “We’re here,” I say softly. My mate rubs her eyes like a sleepy toddler and looks past me out of the window. The Betas and Gammas are on one side of the river, training with the warriors while the Alphas supervise. On our side, the Omegas are busy putting up tents and preparing meals for the thousands of wolves. “Where did all this stuff come from?” Pippa asks.