Omega Collar Novels & Stories

He yanked my hair, dragging my head back as he whispered, voice dripping with venom, “You’re a worthless wolf that I use whenever I like. You are lower than a slave. You have no right to fight back. You have no right to speak. You are a wolfless, barren omega.” His words sliced deeper than his hands ever could. My chest tightened. Rage simmered beneath my skin, burning me alive. He finally released my hair, shoving me backward. I lifted my head, my teeth clenched. My fists trembled at my sides as I whispered, “Reject me then.”

The metal around the slots was dark with age. I stopped at the door. Thirty people were standing behind me. Every one of them is watching. Every one of them waiting for a woman they had been told was an omega to open a door sealed since before most of them were born. I pulled the pendants from my collar. Two slots. Two wolves. Two halves separated for twenty-one years. I set the first pendant into the left slot. Click. The sound of a lock recognizing a piece of itself that had been missing for twenty-one years.

Weird stuff, my face grew red as I realized what I was seeing. Whips, leather cuffs, nipple clamps, kinky sex toys, and vibrators set on display in one corner everything pristine and clean, not a spec of dirt or smell in the air. Collars and chokers are set at the right side of the room. My eyes found a particular collar, it was calling me to it. My heart pounded in my chest as I traced my fingers over the collar, feeling the smooth leather and cool touch of the gold. The bold "W" emblazoned on its face sent a shiver down my spine, a stark reminder of Ethan Wright's ownership.

Their eyes stayed fixed on the floor, it was like they didn't have a soul at all. "I don't want your breeders," Caelan replied. "No, of course not. Not when you have a primal omega." The envoy's smile returned. "A gift, then. In exchange for a small favor." "What favor?" The envoy opened the crate. Inside, nestled in black velvet, was a collar. Silver and black. Studded with rubies that looked like dried blood. Runes etched into the metal, binding runes, slave runes, runes that would strip an omega of their will.

“Anna—” “No more half-truths,” I cut in, my voice shaking. “No more avoiding the question. I deserve to know what’s happening to me.” He sighed, his expression unreadable. “You do.” I swallowed hard. “Then tell me. What is an omega?” Nolan hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he finally said. “They’re… different from others. More instinct-driven. More attuned.” I frowned. “Attuned to what?”

Ash gasped with delight and Sara nodded with satisfaction. "Good. Sean, do you promise to take care of her when I can't?" Troy asked seriously and Sean swore to it. Ash whispered to the Luna,"He's a natural Alpha" "She's helping him feel the need to protect" Sara said as she nodded to Samantha. "That's why Omega's are so important. They can make a whole pack work together and make the Alpha stronger just by being there" Alpha explained. Ash nodded, understanding. Already she felt the pull to train harder and help her pack mates just so they could make sure that Samantha was safe and proud of her pack.

If she hadn’t looked away when she did, he might’ve purred at her. But what truly caught him off guard was how his wolf reacted. The creature lifted its head the moment Lena stepped in, ears pointed, breath stilled. I'm interested. Alert. Hungry. And Silas’s reaction had mirrored hisbody tightening, pupils darkening, breath catching. Something about her hit both of them. Hard. A problem for later. Maybe. Right now, they stood outside Calliope’s door, where warm light spilled from beneath it and the savory scent of roasted herbs drifted through the crack.

A small voice says from behind me. I turn around to see a young woman with a tiny frame standing in the doorway. Her long black hair hanging over both shoulders, framing her face. "Who are you? I haven't seen you here before." "Sienna. I'm from Alpha Gregory's pack, or at least I used to be. I was an omega, just like you." "Oh okay. My name is Mark. Nice to meet you." I get up and walk towards her with my hand extended. She takes it, and clasps her other hand over mine.

I remembered all the times I had worked hard for it. "My name is Elliot Gray," I said. My voice was steady. "I am the captain of the Redmoor Wolves. My roster number is twenty-two. A while ago, the International Hockey Federation said I had to leave the league. They said I did not follow the rules. They said I cheated. I want to tell you what that means." The writer from the Toronto paper leaned forward. He stopped writing. The room was completely quiet. "I am an Omega," I said. The words felt like a punch to the room. Nobody moved. The journalists just stared at me.

The symbols moved, rearranging into words,a prophecy written in fire: *When the moon is dark and fear is sown The scentless one will crack the stone No wolf, no pack, no home, no kin The lone omega walks alone within* *Power sleeps in fragile bones Waiting for the sacred tones When old mark meets living breath The spell will break, the bond will death* *Beware the one who should not be The key, the lock, the omega free When he wakes, all wolves will fall Mortality will claim them all* The words burned deep in Aeris’s mind.