Omega Drop Novels & Stories

Davina's POV “Finally, I could have time to myself, sigh.” Wiping the sweat off my forehead, I took a deep breath as I reached out to my flute lying just beside my duffel bag which held everything I own. I was an omega; the lowest rank in the pack which was tough for me, not to talk about when you are being reminded of it each day. This was my predicament and each time I prayed to the moon goddess to help me. Nothing changed. She has been mute on me.

♦Raphael’s POV♦ “An omega?” I gasped, unable to hide my shock, and my chest tightened. “Are you certain?” “Ninety-nine percent certain alpha.” She nodded. “We ran different tests to confirm, and they gave the same results. There’s no mistake; the Luna is an omega.” ‘Arielle is an omega!’ The thought echoed in my head as it sank in. Then it all suddenly made sense. Everything. The strange connection between us…

But if an Omega is present, the hierarchy of power is stabilized. Omega abilities are precious. They could sense another person’s emotion, especially when the Alpha is irritated, and they could disappear in seconds to avoid the Alpha’s rage. Omegas had a sixth sense for trouble too. If an Omega appeared nervous and moved quickly, it meant that something is wrong. But if an Omega appeared to be relaxed, it meant that everything was fine.

I held her hand reassuringly. “Oh, Lola, I’m here for a job,” I coaxed gently, offering her a soft smile. Traditionally, omegas were considered the lowest rank and were not allowed to shift or receive training on the ground. They were confined to the pack house, performing household chores and cooking for other pack members. However, when I became Luna and joined this pack after marrying Zander, I introduced new laws, giving omegas the opportunity to receive training in self-defense and war. I firmly believed that not being able to shift didn't make them weak, and I had even organized championships and fighting competitions for omegas throughout the year to prove their strength and worth.

Mostly omegas use these pills to control, prevent or stop their heats. They did have sex with no protection. His fated did not freak but she did demand condoms after… Could Alex be an omega? Is that why their wolves found each other? Pretending as if he had not seen the white box, he walked out the bathroom. There is no point ruining what he has with the woman for stupid questions or take a risk to saying something that can trigger his beautiful fated. He will have wait for his fated to explain everything to him, whenever shes ready.

"I'll keep training, keep fighting. I'll prove you wrong." Alpha Terry chuckled. "You can keep trying, but you'll never succeed," he said. "In fact, I think it's time we gave you a new position in the pack. From now on, you'll be the omega. You'll be at the bottom of the pack hierarchy, serving the other members and doing whatever they ask of you." Matilda's heart sank. Being an omega was the lowest position in the pack, the one reserved for the weakest and most submissive werewolves. It was a position of servitude, one that no self-respecting werewolf would ever willingly accept.

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.

My name is Ava Rose—eighteen years old, Omega of the Selene Pack. From the moment I could understand my place in this world, I knew what I was destined for. As an Omega, I have no authority, no rights, and certainly no claim to stand by His side. I was never meant to rule. Never meant for greatness.

_*]:min-w-0"> Omegas weren't supposed to be aggressive. We were supposed to be gentle, understanding, peaceful. _*]:min-w-0"> But right now, I wanted to tear something apart.

Bloody Deltas! Blunt fangs! I gulped down the whiskey and slammed the glass on the table. How is it that my angel, an Omega, be more nimble than a Delta?! One could lose a goddamn tanker from right under his nose, the other could smell a hint in the tiniest slip up. “Fuck,” I picked up my phone and pulled out her number. I want to embed myself in her right now.