Novel & Cerita Omega Female Personality

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.

Another she-wolf giggled as the both of them snickered when I went past them. A decade swiftly flew by, and my sixteenth birthday is now coming up. That is why, even though I hate it, I become more desperate to stay. I still want to see Khalid and his mate, Jessica, be the leaders of this pack. I know they would be great, even greater than Alpha Fredrick and Luna Kathrina, my parents.. "Duh. Of course he won't pick her! Lexie is a much better fit for an omega than her." And here, I thought they were done talking about me. Not having the energy to escalate things, I just rolled my eyes at them. They just glared back.

"Apologies, I was just wondering why the Moon goddess bestowed an omega upon our Alpha." I swallowed and bowed my head in response. "Please, there's no need for that," Elder Thomas scolded them. "In addition to being Alpha's Luna, the moon goddess has given her something that other female werewolves do not possess." "Elder Thomas is right, Elder Samuel." Alpha approached us, his tone tinged with sarcasm. "From now on, she is no longer an Omega. There is no Omega stronger than me, and I believe you feel the same way." I couldn't fathom how he thought I was stronger than him.

"He says I am worthless." I stare at her. "You are not ugly," I say. She shrugs. She does not believe me. "I was going to be an omega. I did not want to be an omega." "What is an omega?" "An omega is a girl who has not been claimed. They are the lowest of the pack. They do not get to run with the others. They do not get to hunt." I feel bad for her. She ran from her pack because she did not want to be an omega. But she ended up a prisoner instead. She is stuck in the white wolf's lair and she will never run with anyone.

“You don’t look like…” “I look like a human, right?” she asked. “I’m an Omega. We’re much…smaller. I’m sure it’s easy to mistake me for a human, so don’t worry about it.” An Omega. I stifled a gasp. It hadn’t been polite to ask, but I couldn’t help it. I knew the wolf society had a very strict pecking order when it came to their hierarchy. I knew Omegas were at the bottom of that hierarchy, but I had no idea they looked so…human.

“I’m an ordinary employee in your office, but you are using your lycan’s identity to scare an omega. So, it’s natural that I am defensive.” My simple reason was unable to find its way to his brain. He leaned in, his voice was barely above a whisper. “Stop Lying, love. You are a born wolf, not an omega.” His warm breath fanning my face nauseated me to the core, the smell of peppermint was my new enemy from now on. I hit my finger on his stone chest to push him away. “A human born without a wolf is called an omega, Mr. Anderson! I am a single mother, struggling for a living.

It was Alisa's natural scent. She was an omega. The pieces began to click into place in my mind. Her elegant demeanor, her subtle allure and the way she seemed to glide rather than walk. Although most omegas were weak and always needed our protection, they were also unique and has natural charisma. No wonder she exuded that strange mix of confidence and softness. Still, I forced my face to remain neutral although a thousand thoughts spun wildly inside me. "The pleasure is mine." I replied before giving her hand a firm shake.

I shifted very quickly, and within a minute, our two wolves stood face to face. Ash lifted his head and sniffed. “Omega,” he said. This shocked me. Ava was an omega? Seriously? I hadn’t seen that coming. Omegas were pretty rare, a specific type of wolf that oozed with fertility. Some believe omegas had extra blessings from the Moon Goddess and that they were given special breeding powers to ensure the survival of our race. “Are you sure?” I asked Ash. He sniffed the air again and then confirmed that it was true.

On the other, we need to protect her from Spader trying to make a claim on her, and the fastest way to do that is to claim her ourselves as our Omega, the female human or wolf who is the weakest in the pack (or gang) and the lowest in the hierarchy. Omegas are meant to be a softening, bonding influence on a pack. Something weaker than us, something beautiful and fragile, to take care of, protect, and discipline when necessary. Omegas usually play a sexually submissive role in a pack, being with multiple members, but not Billie. I was keeping a tight control on who she gave herself to, who was allowed to take her.

Then, she looked away, staring down at the cracked concrete. “Don’t look away from me,” I said, my voice rougher now. Not angry, just... hungry. “I felt it. I know you did too. We’re supposed to be tangled in sheets right now, and having the best sex of our life, not playing hide and seek behind dead Toyotas.” She let out a shaky breath. “I’m... I’m an omega,” she finally whispered. I blinked. “Okay… and?” Her voice trembled. “You’re a high-ranking wolf. You’re strong, powerful. It’s not possible for us to be together.”