Omega Hierarchy Novels & Stories

"There are many more like me... everywhere." "What?!" "Isn't that your name, Omega?" The demon goads, its words slurring, "Yes, we know your name. We know everything!" "How?" Win whispers. May is clutching the sleet vertical bars in a death grip, "What the hell are you on about?" The beta hums. "Everywhere... This is such a great big world, with so many tasty souls, waiting to be devoured." "Not while we are still around, beta." Win snarls back, getting tired of listening to the hissing, growling sounds resonating painfully inside the cramped cell.

She leaned back into her chair, as if distance was needed for whatever she was about to say. “Gerard,” she said, voice softer—the softest I’ve ever heard. “You of all people should know that’s possible.” My chest tightened, my muscles contracting. “When someone becomes an omega, it rewires their brain,” she continued. “The brain chemistry. Instincts. Alpha pheremones that usually trigger aggression start triggering attraction.” Her eyes searched mine to be sure I was following. “There’s a reason Alphas clash with other Alphas, and omegas don’t.”

"I'll keep training, keep fighting. I'll prove you wrong." Alpha Terry chuckled. "You can keep trying, but you'll never succeed," he said. "In fact, I think it's time we gave you a new position in the pack. From now on, you'll be the omega. You'll be at the bottom of the pack hierarchy, serving the other members and doing whatever they ask of you." Matilda's heart sank. Being an omega was the lowest position in the pack, the one reserved for the weakest and most submissive werewolves. It was a position of servitude, one that no self-respecting werewolf would ever willingly accept.

he says, “I can’t even smell your wolf. Shift for us, I want to see how good you are.” I am like a child who has been caught stealing cookies from a cookie jar. I look down at my feet and clench my jaw. “I haven't found my wolf yet.” Helios slaps his thigh, turns to Hunter and raises both arms. He is flabbergasted. “She’s an omega with no wolf.” He shakes his head incredulously. “How is she supposed to fight? Have a dance-off with the enemy pack?” “Start her off with shootings. Then give her blades for physical combat.”

Chapter 15: Two Moons Entwined Chris read through the result slip a couple of times, thinking he had mistaken the word “Alpha” as “Omega”. Nevertheless, no matter how many times he read it, the word “Alpha” was clearly stated there. For whatever unknown reasons, Chris was not satisfied with the result and he was denying the fact Nathan was an Alpha. Before this, he was certain his best friend was an Alpha and he did not mind it. However, after talking to his mother and listening to her thoroughly, Nathan’s description fitted more to be an Omega rather than an Alpha. Nonetheless, a heavy-seed Omega — the rarest of the rare.

I nodded in agreement. “But he usually visited during the holidays until his Father passed away. He had to take over as Alpha and we discovered we were fated mates. I have always been called a wolfless Omega, for Kian it was an insult to be mated to an Omega and one who has not been able to shift for years!!” Eric’s eyes shone in amazement, “No wonder you were unable to heal quickly as expected.” His words tore through my heart leaving me in pain for some minutes.

Hierarchy for rejection: Alphas / Alpha Heirs Betas Gammas Alpha Females Warriors Ordinary Shifters Omegas

It must be killing her to know that everything she's heard came from someone she's supposed to love unconditionally. "I don't know if this changes things, Mars. I probably shouldn't be the one telling you this, but they never made it out of the house. Micca's wolf is-" How do I explain this to her in a way that she can understand? "His wolf is an omega. Omegas are the weakest of us, but they're the most vicious when they align themselves with the right alpha. Add the Warhead and he becomes a machine. Nearly unstoppable. His instincts are wired to feed what he needs.

I ask curiously, not really wanting to talk but already feeling too lazy to read. "They're the ones born into wolf supremacy families, like the alphas and betas. As for the other wolves who are, in a way, the majority, they're omegas, or the impure-blooded ones, as some of the blue bloods like to call them," she says with a disgusted look. "I don't approve of this senseless bullying; we are all children of the moon goddess." "Which division do you belong to?" "Blue blood," she clarifies. "I'm the daughter of the supreme beta, Albert."

Walter nodded appreciatively. “So this world of yours works just like wolves hierarchy? A pack, an Alpha and... Do you have omegas?” Walter had no idea people like him existed in their own individual worlds, neither did he know anything about how things worked there. But he had a special liking to wolf animals and knew all about them. He was surprised to hear shifters followed the same pattern as the wolf animals. “There are omegas.” Olive walked back to sit beside Wayne. He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her forehead.