Omega Dynamic 3 Novels & Stories

"You said that there are three classifications of a wolf. The first one is the Alpha, who is consist of the strongest in the pack. The second one is the Luna, they are the mate of the alpha who gain the blessing of the goddess of the moon. Lastly, the Beta who is not as dominant as the wolves whose alpha. They are much like a normal person. But I saw a term called Omega. Do they exist? "I didn't saw that question coming to explain to you about it circumstance. Omega do exist. They are those who is the rules of the wolf pack and was forced to ascend to way by the elders some circumstances of omegas are the one who choose to break their connection to the pack. It's been a long time since

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.

They smell more bitter like a delta should. His problem is the fact that it's very rare for a Delta to be a class 3 and a submissive. That makes him smell almost as sweet as an omega. It's extremely hard to tell the difference. Almost the only way you can tell is by looking at them side by side. An Omega has feminine features and a Delta 3, whether their dominant or submissive, do not. The scent is almost identical for an omega and a Delta 3 submissive. And that's not where the similarities ends. A submissive Delta 3 is almost an Omega with male features. They do everything an Omega does including making a nest. Which is why they are so rare. They're almost unheard of.

My pride flared, but the memory of Wesley’s scream on that tape kept me silent. Back in Valeria, the news of a Silvercrest G650 departing the capital made instant headlines. There were only a handful of wolves rich enough to own that specific bird, and Ethan Carter’s flight plan was never a secret for long. Denise Harper watched the news feed over her morning tea and let out a dry chuckle. "He’s chasing the Omega. Only three of those jets in the city, and the other two are grounded for the season. Ethan is flying blind into Skydrivee. Hahaha!"

The scent told me this was the real deal and not just a model. I prodded the skull again, doing my best to suppress my panic when a piece of paper slipped out. Written out crudely on it was: ‘You whore! You ruined everything! Meet me at the pack's east border before midnight. Don’t test my patience, Omega.’ My throat dried at the last sentence. The word ‘omega’ stared maliciously back at me, a title that I could never escape. How did whoever this is was know my identity? I threw on a hoodie, pants and my hiking boots on autopilot. Could they just be speculating?

“Mr Donald, you are in violation of the werewolf law regarding Omegas and Delta 3s. No Alpha or other werewolf shall enslave Omegas, Delta 3s, or anyone weaker than them. You are in violation of the werewolf law in regards to protecting your pack and your people. Any Omega, or Delta 3 under your care is supposed to be taken care of, provided for, and kept safe, not hurt and abused by you and your pack! These are two very important laws for us, and you've broken them with over 30 counts, which I know of at this moment. That is each Omega and each Delta 3 you have as a prisoner inside that pack house right now! That's not including anyone you've had in the past.

said an omega man. "For what? Why are you thanking me?" Cathy asked, confused. She didn't know why this omega was thanking her when she did nothing for him. For some reason, Cathy didn't know how to reply. "He was that wicked woman's target yesterday," the female omega, whom he always dated, replied. "Well, Luna was jealous of him." "Jealous? Of what?" Roxie asked. There are eight omegas in their class. Five of them are female omegas, and three of them are male omegas.

He was simply something out of the imagination. The men immediately fell in awe of him, his aura enough to shake them to their bones. The women gaped at him, because they'd never seen anyone more beautiful. It took a while for attention to shift to the woman by his side. Their first thought was that she matched him perfectly. She was easily the most attractive at the event, with her striking silver eyes and pretty face. She looked good there, standing by the Lycan's side, but people soon began to remember her identity. She was an alpha daughter of the Chicago Pack, who somehow managed to be born an omega.

I replied quietly. ‎She blinked in surprise. ‎ ‎“It’s rare for an Omega to survive alone outside a pack,” I continued. “Most of the wolves here are Betas like me.” ‎ ‎A few of the wolves around us lifted their chins proudly as we passed. ‎ ‎“But don’t mistake that,” I added firmly. “Being a Beta doesn’t make us weak. Rogues survive because we’re strong, stronger than most pack wolves.” ‎Seraphina nodded slowly as we walked deeper into the settlement.

I went to find Adaeze. She was in the east building. Post session with Efua. Both of them with tea and my grandmother's book open between them doing the kind of conversation that was not quite a lesson and not quite just talking but lived somewhere useful between the two. I stood in the doorway. "There is a third omega," I said. "Western territory. Two years symptomatic. The Alpha is blocking the inquiry." Adaeze looked at me. "Two years," she said. "Yes," I said.