Omega Collar Novels & Stories

They were trees all over the place, but the ground was covered with snow. I looked at my hand, and then returned my gaze to the side mirror. It was then I noticed a tattoo at the side of my neck. I took off the muffler around my neck to get a closer look at it. I turned my neck after taking off the muffler, the tattoo turned out to be a raven. “Who the hell have I become?” I muttered the words under my breath as I touched the tattoo with a hand. “What in the world happened here?”

Wolf tilts his head to the right, his hair swaying softly as I watch him in confusion. What is it? What is this sensation? “ Do not move now. ” He warns, his eyes flashing black for a moment. Tremors run down my body and I shiver, unwrapping my arms from around my body. In a slow motion, he takes a step forward. Our eyes stay focused on each others, the world becoming an unimportant background. The sparks of electricity start moving up and then down my body, making me sigh softly. Wolf’s hands reach forward and that’s when I notice the black collar in his hands. His name ‘WOLF’ is engraved in the collar in golden and in capital letters.

He had been given clothes—simple black pants and a thin shirt—and marched down the main corridor with two guards flanking him. Wolves stopped what they were doing as he passed. Some stared. Some growled under their breath. Some looked afraid. That’s him? one whispered. The Omega? another murmured. No, a third corrected. Ryder’s Omega. The words made Eyrix’s skin crawl. He could feel their eyes on the collar around his neck, the faint glow of its runes barely visible beneath his hair. A low ranking Alpha crossed their path, stiffening when Eyrix came near. His nostrils flared. His pupils widened.

Wren’s smile stretched and he stepped forward to grab it. They walked to the middle of the stage. Wren stood on Mendota’s side and Jackson stepped over into Oconee. There were plenty of wolves, the collars glinted in the sunlight. Jackson cocked his head and squinted… actually… They were all wearing collars. He lifted the microphone up. “Are you all wolves?” Someone near the front waved a sign. Jackson stepped forward to read it. ‘Collared in solidarity.’ Jackson laughed at the brilliance. He turned to point the sign out to Wren. Wren grinned at it as well.

Remarked Edwin. "Oh, but your presence also indicates a risk! With the total shape of the wolf I can't control the rivalries of blood ..." Alexa looked up at the sky as if waiting for divine intervention to stop her from doing what she was about to do, seeing that it didn't come, Alexa continued. "That's why I want you to keep this!" She said, reaching for the purse with the thin silver and sapphire collar "This is from the Royal Zulcan's Family and is one of our best-kept secrets!" She said, tossing the bag to Edwin. She watched as he examined what was in his hands, "A collar?!" He demanded bewildered, not understanding what this had to do with the conversation.

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.

Because of course, this was just another night of duties and fake smiles. Then the wind shifted, and I caught that scent. My wolf froze as every nerve in my body went on high alert. I turned, scanning the room until my eyes fell on her. She was standing at the corner, obviously trying to stay hidden. Her dress was a bit shabby and her dark hair was barely adorned. Nothing about her screamed “special,” but that pull inside me tightened so hard I could barely breathe. “Who’s that?” I’d asked Marcus. He glanced over. “Her? That’s Celia…Hartwood, I think. She’s an omega.” My eyes bulged for a second.

It meant he had no inclination to show mercy. Our pack was accustomed to socializing with humans. Sir Eros was also the CEO of the Hildart Group, which had diverse business interests in different countries. But humans were unaware of his true nature. In our pack, I was an Omega. I didn't know what the Alpha saw in me that he personally offered me this job. Maybe it was because I had many human friends?

Then, he carefully laid the shirts down around his body in a neat, protective circle. Next, he dragged my heavy, silver-and-black Winter Wolves jerseys onto the pillows. He used his fingers to smooth out the rough cloth, arranging the heavy sports gear with incredible care. He was completely focused, building a soft structure out of my clothing right in the center of the bed. It was a true, undeniable Omega nest.

Odette leaned against Viggo’s shoulder, the two of them whispering to each other. I stared out the window at the passing scenery, the warm voice from my phone call replaying in my mind. After a few minutes, my foot hit something. I looked down. A suppression collar, the kind used during an Omega’s heat. It reeked of her sickeningly sweet scent. And it was covered in bite marks. “Oh, my goodness!” Odette suddenly gasped dramatically, playfully tapping Viggo’s chest. “How could you not put something so private away? Honestly!”