Omega Collar Novels & Stories

She cried, pouting her lips and frowning like a little brat. “In that case, a trial will be heard, and if she is found guilty, she will be stripped of her she Wolf status and become a low-rank omega.” Alpha Evan declared. He did not like to be challenged, and it was obvious that he did not wish to be made a fool of either.

It belongs to an Omega. “You think too much! They won’t die if they suddenly stop consuming it! These are suppressants and they’re made only for Omegas. Speaking of which, didn’t you tell me you were at Nathan’s place?? Why do you smell like you were in bed with an Omega?!” His mother’s words echoed in his mind.

This time he isn’t even trying to calm his wolf down and stop. "Eaton, control yourself." I whispered again. Both of my hands are against his chest, pushing him. Eaton is breathing heavily and his eyes scare me. What the hell is wrong with him. He slowly put both of my wrists above my head and pinned them down with one of his hands. Unlike his darkened terrifying eyes, his movements are slow and steady, making me feel like i am not threatened. He slowly lifted my sweater with his other hand and took it off slowly and threw it to the floow. It’s good that he finally learnt how to not just rip my clothes off my body,

I had guessed him to be in his early fifties. A slender lady stood beside him quickly. I could tell she was his Luna. She'd flashed a warm smile at us, and quickly took her seat. The Alpha was dressed in a tanned suite. I hadn't expected that from an alpha while at home. "I got your memo, Oliver. It's good to have you for the first time in Toronto. The last time we met in Ottawa you were still a kid, at about..." "Eight years old. I was eight then, Jordan."

“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

This pack holds so many secrets and lies, it's hard to tell what is real and what isn't. People are the main reason for that proclamation. Take Rosie, for example. She is so obsessed with Alpha Matthew's that even when she found out I was his mate, Me ... the useless, deaf orphan, she still beat the living daylights out of me for it and claimed that I would never be worthy of anyone else again. I think that really set my self-esteem off because I knew I wouldn't be. An omega lives by an agreement amongst other omegas ... never turn on each other. Never allow another to harm one of your own. You are the lowest of the rank; it doesn't get much lower than being an omega, and everyone of a highe

I might as well be suffering one. And just like every sane person, I decided to check the internet instead of visiting the doctor. After scrolling through different possibilities like cancer, HIV, and every other terminal illness known to man, one seemed more reasonable. I carefully read through it, and it dragged me down the hole of symptoms, post-bond stress. And then another blog discussed omega withdrawal. My chest tightened as I read through it. ‘Omega withdrawal can occur when prolonged proximity with an Alpha. Symptoms may include brain fog, heat dysregulation…’

Her clothes were more appropriate for a beta according to society's standards, but they suited Ammy more than the more feminine attire that most omegas, male and female, wore. Omegas traditionally wore flowing, draping clothes, feathers and beads, soft pastel colors. Ammy had always admired the omega style, but she felt foolish emulating it, like a hulking pretender, not lithe and graceful enough. Allen had chosen well from her wardrobe, the blue of the waistcoat accentuated her eyes and the jacket smoothed out her shoulders and chest, hiding what she perceived as a flaw. She spun and blushed a bit to realize that the pants were a bit too tight, but they hugged her in all the right places, s

All the curtains were closed except one facing the rocky mountain with a split in the center, giving Roman a small peek at the ocean behind it. The only thing covering the Omega was the gold decorating his body. A gold chain wrapped around his neck, connecting at his collarbone and becoming one chain running the length of his chest, and connecting to the ring that pierced his belly button before becoming two chains that went in opposite directions, draping around his waist and hugging his hips just right. He lay on his stomach with his knees bent, ankles crossed, and chin resting on his hand. He watched the ocean splash against the rocks over and over again, amazed by its beauty.

Still wearing a speculative look, the storekeeper murmured, "I think I have the perfect piece for you," then led me to a back room. The walls were lined with various toys, but it was the collar that caught my eye—a beautifully crafted piece of silver with an intricate clasp. "It's the awakening twist," she said, holding it up to the light. "But it’s also protection." I stared at the collar, feeling the weight of what it represented. Submission to Alex, protection from Hartwell. "I'll take it," I murmured. But I wouldn’t be wearing it for submission.