Omega Dean Winchester Novels & Stories

Mom called, drawing closer to me. She took hold of my hand and said, “It’s your Beta. Someone had attacked him in the middle of the night.” “I heard. Where is he?” I faced the doctor, waiting for his response. He pointed at the room at his left and said, “He’s recovering at the moment. When he’s awake, you can see him.” “When he wakes? Was the attack that serious? What really happened to Dean?!” I asked, finding this strange. We are all wolves. When bruised or injured, we can heal up fast, unless it’s wolfsbane or silver used on us.

The only weapon that was able to kill werewolves, as I was told. My eyes couldn’t help but notice the scar on his cheeks. The very first time I saw him I have thought he was very bad news, but in reality, he isn’t. Dean was a very silent man, clever, a bit blunt, okay he was too much blunt for his own good yet he adored his family to the infinity even though his look screams fox. Xander trusted him, after all, he is his beta; he handles his shit more often than anyone since he sees him that much. He was an almost exact version of Xander, mysterious, obscure, with a hint of danger in their aura.

Her eyes opened fully. She saw his face. Her father. Gideon Hale. Marching toward her. She screamed. The entire diner turned to look. She clawed at Dean, shaking, trying to hide in his arms. “That is my daughter. Hand her over!” Gideon shouted. “She is a grown woman who does not want to go anywhere with you,” Dean snapped back. “Sit down and eat your food.” “She is an Omega. A runt. She belongs to us,” Gideon growled.

This decision came on the recommendation of Lloyd Wright, the owner of the Billings Wolves and Jeremy's close friend. Chris Wixson's credentials were nothing short of legendary. As the greatest player in Wild West Indoor Football League (WWIF) history, Wixson had led the Billings Wolves to the first OK Corral Bowl and secured the championship in style. His career saw him guide the Wolves to the OK Corral Bowl seven times, claiming victory in six of them. The records he held—career completion percentage, passing yards, and touchdowns—were a testament to his unparalleled skill and leadership. When Wixson expressed his interest in coaching, Jeremy saw an opportunity to bring his wealth of knowl

And I was weak. Omegas were nothing but property. Bought, sold, and discarded when we were no longer useful. We weren’t considered Pack members. We were possessions. And the one who ensured we stayed that way was Elder Mordecai Bloodbane. He was the head of the Council. His cold black eyes never reflected love towards the omegas. His presence was suffocating, his voice was like a serpent’s hiss that sent a chill through the air whenever he spoke to any omega.

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?

I nodded in agreement. “But he usually visited during the holidays until his Father passed away. He had to take over as Alpha and we discovered we were fated mates. I have always been called a wolfless Omega, for Kian it was an insult to be mated to an Omega and one who has not been able to shift for years!!” Eric’s eyes shone in amazement, “No wonder you were unable to heal quickly as expected.” His words tore through my heart leaving me in pain for some minutes.

You mean the omega that ran? My jaw tightened, but I made myself remain composed. I evened out my voice and corrected, "The omega that survived. And the one who's going to kill Oliver." The ensuing silence felt heavy and tense. A barely noticeable movement caused Lucas to shift next to me, but I knew him well enough to understand his whispered warning: Don't let them bait you. Cain raised his eyebrows, obviously unimpressed. "Big words for someone who hasn’t fought him." Maia interrupted, "She has power," but Cain wasn't persuaded.

It turns out, Dean has two brothers, Drake and Devyn. Drake, the eldest, is a general and the head of an elite army unit called " WeLoBe". He's currently on a mission and will return in a week. He's 25 years old, single, and he spent most of his time doing missions or training soldiers.

She might look like an angel with her long curly blonde hair and innocent brown eyes, and almost always pouting lips, but she's a beast in the field and a monster in court. Ian Wilson is the strongest Omega in the pack, and his job is to clean up the Vixon industry's public image. He also takes charge of threats and takes care of any that steps in our way. With messy red hair and piercing blue eyes, he can pose a danger and safety at the same time.