Omega Drop Novels & Stories

Olivia had respect for Adrian and Milan more than she had for Jeremy who is the Alpha. "Do you have a wolf?" He asked. Olivia wondered why he would ask that all of a sudden. Everyone knows that an omega can't have a wolf. She knew he wouldn't ask her such a question without a good reason. She kept the fact that she has a wolf to herself. "I'm an omega Beta, what do you expect? '' she said with a plain look. Looking at her, Milan thought she was sad about the question. " I'm sorry" he quickly apologised.

"A what?" He laughed. "An Omega man. He doesn't care about being seen by his peers as the toughest, smartest, most popular." "Like the typical alpha," she commented. "Exactly. Omega men have a resourcefulness and cunning to get the job done with their own skill. They are all things alpha and more." He swallowed some coffee. "When I left for the Marines, my father gave me a tiny pin to wear, the Greek Omega symbol. He told me to carry it into battle and use it as a guiding force in my life. It gave me strength without wearing my ego on my sleeve."

My emotions were a mess but I didn’t want them to know that, especially not Tyrone. “They’ll probably tell you this at the hospital too, but I wanted to inform you in case you weren’t aware of it.” He paused and lowered his voice even though it was still loud enough for everyone to hear. “You’re Omega is underweight. With her heat so close it’s best to stick to a healthy balanced diet.” “Thank you,” Tyrone growled through clenched teeth. “Have a good night.” I watched from beneath my lashes as he walked to the ambulance and climbed in. A moment later they drove off and disappeared into the dark night.

“And I didn’t summon you here for pleasantries. Tell me who you are and what you are exactly.” Her throat bobbed, and fingers curled into her top like they could hide her. “I’m Dextera Neville, an Omega of Bisclaveret Pack, under the reign of Alpha Kestrel Wagner, son of Nelson Wagner, Sovereign Of His Bloodline.” I folded my arms. “Save me the hierarchy. I want real answers. You know what I'm talking about, young lady.” “I… I don’t...” I cut her off. “What happened last night, Dextera? You’re a wolfless Omega as far as I know. That’s what your records from Bisclaveret said. You never shifted! But what I saw out there in those woods was not an ordinary shift.”

“How are you preparing for the trip to Grandma's? You excited?” “Super excited! I’ve already packed most of my stuff. Grandma said she’s making my favorite pie when I get there.” I smiled despite myself. “That’s good. Listen… I need your help with something.” “Hmm? What’s that?” I took a breath and lowered my voice so Oliver wouldn’t hear even in his sleep. “I want you to help me get suppressants for an Omega." There was a beat of silence. “Wait… are you an Omega now?” May asked, sounding genuinely shocked.

I was on my feet before the dust even began to settle. Freya staggered, taking one step, then two, and then her wolf shook, half-shifted, and then pulled back. She dropped to one knee with her hand on the sand. Her face was tight with effort. She was fighting it, whatever it was, as she tried to stay up. Omega-bane. That's what it was. A substance that suppressed Omegas specifically, weakened the connection to their wolf side, and made shifting nearly impossible. It was extremely illegal and very hard to get.

Even if it means that he has to go to his painfully long sessions with his doctor. An Omega is one of three classifications of humans today. Alpha, Beta, and Omega. The lowest of the hierarchy and the kind of people who belong in the one percent of the whole world population. The kind who experiences what they call “Heat”. Heat is like menstruation to normal Beta women—an indication of full body maturation for pregnancy.

“I don’t know where to start.” Dad sighs again and shakes his head. “Start from explaining what the hell this omega thing is.” I say gently. “In the werewolf world. There’s another type of hierarchy. Same with how with humans there’s hierarchy of class, where some are middle class and some are high class. Well In the werewolf world, an omega is the weakest and least desirable among them. The Alpha is the highest, followed by his Luna, his beta and then gamma. The omega is always last place.”

The little quirks of what I am weren't very prominent or happened very often when I didn't have a mate. I've never felt the feelings that I feel now which pull them from me involuntarily. And now that I have a mate, the embarrassing sounds have been happening more and more often. I wonder what he thinks of me? I wonder if it bothers him that I'm a class 3 Delta warrior. A class 3 Delta warrior isn't just a ranking, it's actually who I am or what I am I should say. Omega's are the lowest, they're the weakest, smallest, and they have very feminine features. They are also all submissives. They can get pregnant, but they cannot get anyone pregnant.

Each thrust drew a breathless gasp. Alex dipped down, his hands slipping beneath Ashly's naked back and over her smooth skin. With a grunt, he hoisted the Omega into his lap. Ashly's knees spread wide on either side of Alex's hips. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as she sank into the Alpha's lap, down over her swollen knot. It moved in and out of Ashly's body because the thick base of Alex's cock was not yet large enough to lock them together. The Omega bit her tongue to keep from screaming at the sensation as the Alpha forced her up and down over her knot.