Omega Class Mutants Novels & Stories

She turned her gaze towards the Alpha, who now wore an expression of surprise, his brows furrowing. I could see the astonishment in his eyes as he muttered, "What on earth is going on? How did an omega turn into such a magnificent white wolf?"

The next morning, Matilda woke up feeling groggy and disoriented. She had tossed and turned all night, haunted by nightmares of her parent's death. As she got dressed, she tried to push the memories out of her mind and focus on the day ahead, she heard a knock on the door. She opened it to find two omegas standing in front of her. One was a tall, thin blonde named Felicia, and the other was a short, plump redhead named Emily. Matilda recognized them as two of the pack's other omegas.

"It took me months to finally acquire it and I planned to give it to you after the ceremony but since the time is here anyway. It's a drug that'll suppress your… condition. Make you seem like an Omega to every other person and just a drop of it will last for three years at the very least." Snow stared at the vial, betrayal thick in her throat. How could her Roman do this? She thought he was fair, thoughtful and kind. Now he wanted to murder an entire species??! Tears rushed to her eyes but before she could react, Roman turned and strode back into the arena, effectively ending the argument. So Snow had no choice but to go back with him, her maid quietly at her side. The moment they returned,

Kassandra's POV: First off let me tell you how I got to be an omega in my pack. It was one tragic night when I was 14 and I was at home with my parents, the alpha and luna of the Red river pack in texas. I had just got home from school and went to take a nap when I heard a noise from the living room. I went down to check it out and saw that three rogues had found their way into our house. Next thing I know my father was dead and my mother told me to run and that's what i did.

Mattel frowned further at the Agent’s mocking tone, “I don’t think you understand this. My omega is a wild omega. She was born in the human world. She’s spent most of her life under the delusion that she hates alpha and that she cannot be under their control. I don’t know how strong she is” The Agent shook his head, “The key words were: under the delusion that she hates alpha but she probably thinks she does. I guarantee she never learned how to deal with her omega traits.” “Okay,” Mattel conceded, “but do you need to flaunt the OCS in everyone else’s faces?” The Agent turned to Derek, “This is a win for the OCS. We are saving the royal family scion and catching one of the most cunning omega

I shifted very quickly, and within a minute, our two wolves stood face to face. Ash lifted his head and sniffed. “Omega,” he said. This shocked me. Ava was an omega? Seriously? I hadn’t seen that coming. Omegas were pretty rare, a specific type of wolf that oozed with fertility. Some believe omegas had extra blessings from the Moon Goddess and that they were given special breeding powers to ensure the survival of our race. “Are you sure?” I asked Ash. He sniffed the air again and then confirmed that it was true.

The staff are a mixture of non-ranked wolves and Omega wolves. Omega wolves are wolves who are – for whatever reason – unable to shift. They have heightened senses and can even speak to their wolf spirit, but because they can’t shift a lot of packs mistreat Omegas or treat them as less than everyone else, but we don’t believe in that. We don’t enslave anyone and being staff here is a paid job like any other. It’s offered to anyone who wants it, and we offer them free room and board if they wish.

“We found out that she never registered you at the omega center when you were born.” I frowned at him. “What does that mean?” “Every omega born needs to be registered at the omega center. It’s for them to keep track of omegas to make sure that they aren’t being abused or anything.” “So they don’t have a record of me?” Val shook his head. “We want to register you at the omega center…we want to register as a pack.” “A pack?” “We are pack.” “We are.” His smiled widened. “A family.” “Yes.”

he reported. I nodded. That was impressive. The Omegas were becoming fiercer. It meant a lot to us. We could defend ourselves during attack, while protecting our borders from infiltration. I smiled at the thought. The good reports were just making my day. "So what?" "Well, it remains for them to have their test results. Their blood samples have been taken to the pack hospitals. If there's a mutation from the initial, then they would be promoted from Omegas and would not be the least in the pack. Their efforts would come in handy, then," he explained.

History was being written then and there, the Calyx pack witnessed the unnatural sighting of the first eye-color changing wolf, with the rank that was considered to be the lowest. Amidst a frenzy of staggered breaths and wildly beating hearts; stood a Red-Eyed Omega, fierce and defiant in all its glory.