Omega Collar Novels & Stories

"A what?" He laughed. "An Omega man. He doesn't care about being seen by his peers as the toughest, smartest, most popular." "Like the typical alpha," she commented. "Exactly. Omega men have a resourcefulness and cunning to get the job done with their own skill. They are all things alpha and more." He swallowed some coffee. "When I left for the Marines, my father gave me a tiny pin to wear, the Greek Omega symbol. He told me to carry it into battle and use it as a guiding force in my life. It gave me strength without wearing my ego on my sleeve."

However, the look in his eyes almost makes me think that maybe he knew, but how. As my lip begins to tremble and the tears well up in my eyes, threatening to spill over, Wyatt puts his arm around my shoulder and pats me in a brotherly way. “Don’t worry, Brenda. I don’t plan on doing anything bad to you. I just want to protect you. An omega is very rare, and you have had such a rough time lately.” How does he know? Did I say something and not remember?

The heavy velvet fabric felt luxurious against her skin, but its primary purpose was functional; the exceptionally high collar was intended to hide the dark, possessive marks Dominic had painted across her throat and collarbones during the frantic, steamy hours of the night. Yet, no amount of heavy velvet could mask the sheer intensity of the scent clinging to her. The sweet vanilla of her Omega aura was completely drenched, dominated, and claimed by the cold winter frost and dark cedar of the Northern King. It was a suffocating, heavy brand that practically radiated off her skin with every breath she took.

the leader said, crossing his arms, "but they can't change the blood running through your veins. You are an omega wolf through and through." "Blockers?" I gasped, staring blankly at the bottle on my lap before looking back up at him. "What the hell are blockers? I don't even know what that word means! Those are just my allergy medications!" Marcus let out a dark, mocking cackle from the front seat, turning around completely to look at me. "Allergy pills? Jesus, kid, you really are clueless. Look at the contents. Those aren't for allergies. Those are high-grade oral scent and status blockers, cleverly masked and mixed with standard vitamins to keep your true nature completely hidden from the

It was possessive, packed with a sort of absolute ownership. "See how the O-rings glitter at your throat, isn't it pretty? And examine the lock that goes with it, isn't it lovely?" He showed it to me, a coronary heart-shaped lock. He had cautiously selected a collar with a silver underlay so that it can be wiped clean and wouldn't easily collect skin oil. As for the size, it was almost two inches in width. "Yes, it's so pretty and the lock is so lovely." Tears fell down my cheeks. He stroked them from my eyes before fixing the collar. "You'll get used to it when you see it in the mirror each day, my little slave bunny."

Alpha Jack finished. Luna Sara nodded. "I want her in our pack. I need to keep her safe" Sean said, passinately. The rest of the table nodded in agreement. She would be a great addition to pack too. And Omega that powerfully is extremely rare and she would help grow our numbers" Steve pointed out. Sean and Alpha Jack both growled.

Werewolves from all packs, even those from African and Asian countries, were already buzzing about the Chicago Pack's upcoming wedding. "They're both gorgeous. A perfect match if you ask me." One commented under the picture of Belinda pecking Derek. "Isn't that girl an omega? And he's a Beta, right? Lol. Can't wait to see how this one goes." "They're throwing an engagement party this weekend. I'll be watching."

Her eyes glued to it ever since, not speaking a word. I took a shortcut heading towards Linda’s clothing store. It’s the largest high-class store anyone could find in the city containing the most expensive and elegant pieces of Linda’s designs. All of which surpassed the other companies by sales. Interestingly though, she is an omega. An unusual omega who used to like wandering into the forest alone, without shifting into her wolf.

“This is for you.” I blinked. “What is it?” “A housewarming present,” Kai said, smiling. I opened it. Inside was a small carved wolf figurine holding an omega symbol. It was… cute. Weird, but cute. “It’s a charm,” Dale explained. “For protection. And good sleep. It'll help you sleep easy so you don't have to spend your night thinking or worrying.” “Thanks,” I said quietly. “Seriously.” .... They left soon after, waving like overexcited puppies.

A month was enough time for the pack to change its rhythm. It happened quietly at first. Servants began knocking before entering Karl’s chambers, guards positioned themselves outside the corridor more frequently than before, even the elders seemed to linger when Rey walked through the halls, their eyes thoughtful rather than suspicious. The mark on her neck had settled into a faint silver imprint, barely visible unless someone looked closely but its presence was unmistakable and everyone knew what it meant. Rey moved through the keep with measured calm, aware of the subtle shifts around her. Some wolves bowed slightly when she passed now while others avoided her gaze completely.