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I say . I didn't want to push him to reveal secrets that weren't even his . He nods . " It's better that way . " " But can I at least ask what an omega is ? " As if it wasn't obvious already , my knowledge of the supernatural world is quite limited and I don't even know the most basic things . Ugh . Why didn't dad let my trainers teach me things besides vampirism ? It's ridiculous . Knowledge is power is it not ? " An omega is a wolf who never turned . They're more like humans than wolves honestly . " He shrugs , not seeming to make a big deal out of it .

He shrugged negligibly. My mouth dropped open as I watched in amazement. Was he not supposed to tell me I could achieve this? Was he not supposed to tell me just how strong I was like the rest of the nice people around? "I'm a strong wolf." I countered, "You're never going to say I'm weak anymore because I am a strong breed." "I know you to be an Omega. You're only chasing nothing but fool's gold." "It's no surprise you'd say this. It's too much to ask to behave sanely."

His expression was pure disappointment, and he clicked his tongue at me. My face warmed even more. “Sorry.” He still shook his head at me. “Quit apologizing. You’re a true omega. Act like one.” His tone wasn’t as critical as it had been and I wasn’t sure what he meant by true omega? Also, omegas were the bottom rung. Apologizing was in our nature. It was practically our mantra. It seemed the big ole vampire didn’t know as much as he thought about werewolves.

child for a foolish reason. “Do it!” Jeremy barks and Mike’s eyes scrunch close immediately. “Now, what purpose do Omega’s hold, Mike? Since you so blatantly referred to them as ‘scum’,” he asks him, eyes still shut. Mike’s bottom lips quivers and he remains silent, as if with the wrong answer, Jeremy would rip his throat out. “It’s not a trick question, Mike. What do the Omega’s do?” Jeremy asks again, trying to remain calm. “Th-they c-cook, clean, l-laundry..” Mike stammered quietly, wincing after he gave his last word. “Right. They feed us, they clean up after us, they wash our clothes, essentially, they keep the pack running and keep us from being at each others throat. Now im

You wouldn’t believe what happened next! Alpha Genesis’ POV: “You’re going right?” My beta asked me, staring. “I’m not sure it’s appropriate, Dickson.” I said. About 2 weeks ago I had gotten an email saying I was invited to an omegas birthday party. I didn’t think it was appropriate to go to someone’s birthday party that was in my pack unless I actually knew them. I definitely did not know this one. Also, everyone would expect me to go to their birthday parties if I show up to hers. Wouldn’t they?…

Frustration, maybe, clean and controlled, the kind that comes from a man who expected an answer and got a question instead. "You're suppressing your scent," he says. The hall goes very quiet. Not a question. A fact, stated in front of thirty witnesses, which means the next ten seconds are going to define something and I need to decide what. I say nothing. "That's a Delta-rank herb." Still that flat Alpha tone. Informational. "Omegas don't use it." "Omegas don't buy it," I say. "Not the same thing." Someone near the back makes a sound. Swallows it.

“B-But… Why me? I am just an omega.” Alpha Jake glanced at Mara, sensing her uncertainty and the weight of the situation upon her shoulders. He spoke with a calm and reassuring tone, "Mara, in the eyes of the moon goddess, the status of an omega, beta, or alpha doesn't define one's worthiness. The moon goddess's choice is not based on societal ranks or hierarchies within the pack. It's about a deeper connection, a bond that goes beyond what we can see on the surface."

Omega does the task of reproduction, and what is given by nature has enabled them to give birth to more eminent children. In this world, betas account for seventy-five percent of the population, becoming the main forces that constitute society. Then there are alphas with only twenty percent, who are the born leaders playing the top role of the industry. Finally, the extremely rare omegas, which account for only five percent. All sexes can be paired to give birth to the next generation, but there is one thing that makes the AO unique. That's one hundred percent of AO couples generate alphas and omegas, and these children are often extremely elite. In addition, omega can also help alpha solve

The sound of male fighting with bare chests and females kicking and grunting reverberating in the scarlet field. “The women you are seeing now are werewolves too. Though, as if the Trinity Goddess have reserved them only as warriors, they couldn’t bear children to their male werewolves.” “Why?” I asked. “It’s a mystery even to the Alphas. Though contrary to werewolves in England, women here are treated nicely even if they're Omegas.” “What’s an Omega?” Melissa and I walked through the red grasses, its length quite tall. “From the Latin word which means the end, an Omega werewolf is the last and lowest ranking. In England, they still practice treating the less fortunate Omegas as slaves.”

"Don't forget to take your medicine before you leave. You have a mild burn, and this will help it heal faster." I grabbed the disgusting bowl, held my breath, and forced myself to drink all of it. Then I stepped outside to find what was mine... except she had no wolf scent, which meant I had no idea where to start looking for her. "Omega wing," Keal growled. Before I even realized it, my legs had already moved on their own at hyper speed once again. I arrived at the omega workspace. The place reeked of wires, burnt ozone, explosives, and chemicals, but amidst all the harsh scents, one smell still stood out.