Omega Heat Novels & Stories

But I couldn’t stop shaking. The heat came back an hour later. Sudden. Brutal. I threw off the blankets and pressed my face to the cold stone floor. It stopped for a minute, then the cold returned. This wasn’t normal. I knew it wasn’t normal. Omegas got sick, but not like this. Not freezing and burning and vomiting until there was nothing left. What if it was the decree? What if my body was rejecting it? What if... The door opened. I didn’t look up. I was on my knees by the bed, gripping the sheets.

“No one’s going to assume we’re doing anything.” I shot him a sharp look. “We are still fucking, and that’s enough to make me panic.” Gerard drew closer, so close I could feel his body warmth, his musky scent invading my senses. “When was the last time we fucked?” His voice dropped into an octave deeper. A thrill shot down my spine, and I felt my cock twitch. His gaze darkened, and his neutral smile morphed into something lustful. “When’s your heat again?” “I don’t know,” I said, my voice rough as I tried to mask the flutters forming in my stomach. “But now I’m an omega; I don’t think my heat will be as intense.”

Haru's breath hitched as the first wave of his heat crashed over him. He was supposed to be calm, collected, focused on the wedding preparations—but his body had other plans. The scent of his omega pheromones flooded the room, thick and heady, making it impossible to think clearly. His skin buzzed with need, every nerve ending screaming for relief.

“In the meantime, I want you to make a list of your hard limits and soft limits so we can go over it in case Erika can’t do something about your heat. Do you know what hard limits and soft limits are?” My stomach clenched with nerves, but I nodded. When Elias was gone, I fell back onto the bed and blinked up at the curtains. I was scared. My heat wasn’t going to be like any other omega’s heat. We’re all different and our experiences are different. But all I knew about an omega’s heat was what I had learned about in school. My mother had never sat me down and had the talk with me. I wasn’t sure what to expect but it seemed like maybe they did.

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.

George called someone, “Ron, could you check on Boss's floor? There's this woman who's heading to Boss's office. She's experiencing heat.” I was surprised to hear that, HEAT? That woman is an Omega and is experiencing HEAT? "Is that woman really experiencing HEAT?" I asked George, who pulled out a box of injections from his pocket. Normally, we Alphas would carry inhibitors to counter the effects of Omega pheromones. We'd better do something about it, or the Omega pheromones that are in HEAT will make us enter the RUT. “You don't smell it, do you? It's pretty strong stuff. If you get attacked and everyone knows about your illness, it's not going to be good.” George said again.

Amber frowned and was slightly angry with Zack. "No, I don't want to hear it. You have to wear the clothes I prepared!" Amber commanded in a high tone. "But Mom..." Zack protested, not wanting to be controlled like this. "Zack, why do you like to defy your mother? Since you came back here and met Emily, you've become rebellious just like her. Why are you influenced by that wretched omega attitude?" Amber said with an angry grin. "Mom, stop! Stop differentiating classes! Emily is a good werewolf. So what’s wrong with being an omega? You shouldn't use the word wretched for Emily as an omega!" Zack said, feeling upset with his mother's words.

“Anna—” “No more half-truths,” I cut in, my voice shaking. “No more avoiding the question. I deserve to know what’s happening to me.” He sighed, his expression unreadable. “You do.” I swallowed hard. “Then tell me. What is an omega?” Nolan hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he finally said. “They’re… different from others. More instinct-driven. More attuned.” I frowned. “Attuned to what?”

~Now~ I get my fire ready for the night, stacking each log in a certain direction so it'll have enough air flow to keep it going all night long. The nights get so chilly in the winter, even Axel, my wolf, has trouble staying warm and he's covered in fur.

Matt stated gently. Then the whole thing changed.... you see an omega's in warmth scent is so a lot better than a ordinary wolf's that it attracts any unmated male within a large radius. It makes them go crazy and if omegas don't seem to be cautious it can lead to rape and other attacks. Usually I take medicinal drug to supress it, but seeing that I wasn't expecting to be banished I did not have any with me here.