Omega Hierarchy 소설 & 이야기

"My mother cheated on her husband, the then alpha of the Chicago Pack, and apparently with a sorcerer, having me. Really, how else would I have been born an omega? My supposed parents weren't exactly wolves of the lowest rank." Lexie was clear on this one. Belinda's final words had been meant as a jab at her, who had been born an omega simply because her parents were one. It felt like a low blow, especially coming from someone who was supposed to be her best friend. However, Lexie also recognized that Belinda must be going through a lot. It wouldn't do to judge someone who was likely suffering by what they said.

Aleah clutched her cheek in disbelief. "You have no right to talk back to us! You're only your father's child because of your mother's seduction. She used her status as an omega to catch a wealthy man. That's why she chose my husband as her victim," Aunt Melissa said, causing Aleah to clench her fists. Not a day went by in Aleah's life without her father's family reminding her of her mother's sins. She knew they considered her mother to be of low status because she was an omega. In werewolf packs, omegas were the lowest rank, and her mother was one of them.

She begins to climb the stairs as she answers me, “Omega is a ranking within wolf shifter packs. It is the lowest rank of wolves. Most packs have an abundance of lower ranking wolves, omegas being the most prolific. They tend to be the worker bees. Landscapers, housekeepers, child care givers, teachers, nurses, and doctors; professions like that who are all about care and repetition, emotional empathy, encouragement and care. They have huge hearts, and it is in theirs’s and their wolves’ natures to be attentive and nurturing to the other pack members. “Omegas are the backbone of most packs, creating most of our workforce. They thrive on being needed and they really do love their work. But th

I hug myself, walking quickly, the familiar path to the mountain trail that leads to my cabin a dark ribbon winding through the silent woods. My thoughts drift, unbidden, back to when things were simpler, easier. Back to when I was just an Omega, barely aware of the intricate power struggles that governed our world. I remember so clearly, Kira and I, along with my other Omega friends, looking up to Zara. She was everything we aspired to be—graceful, seemingly kind, a Beta’s daughter destined for greatness. She was a spitting image of what a Luna should be, strong and poised. It’s a bitter, acid-laced irony now, knowing the truth. I can’t believe I once adored that demon of a woman. The thoug

You burn down the kitchen one time and Mom won’t let you anywhere near a stove the rest of your life. While I paid extra close attention to Lucifer and Niko’s waffles, Nora worked on Hades and Parisa’s meals. Nora was a wolf that lived in Parisa’s pack. She was just a lonely omega, meaning she wasn’t the strongest, but she still helped with important roles in the kitchen.

My name is Ava Rose—eighteen years old, Omega of the Selene Pack. From the moment I could understand my place in this world, I knew what I was destined for. As an Omega, I have no authority, no rights, and certainly no claim to stand by His side. I was never meant to rule. Never meant for greatness.

How I wish I really belonged in this place. “Anyway, Ms. Patterson. Since we’re talking about it, you must be aware of the Seven Caste of Powers here in Olympus. I presume that you already have ideas about it?” She explained, going back to her formal and authoritative aura. She must have noticed that she’s taking off too much of her mask. “Yes, but not that much though,” I replied. The orientation went on and I must say that the more I get to know Olympus, the more I wanted to stay here. It’s as if I don’t want to wake up from the dream I can make use of as an escape against the cruelty of the human world.

I would keep crying until she changed her mind. The only sin I committed was coming to this world as an Omega…. Omega are the weakest in the pack, useless members of the pack,they are rare in the pack and as for my pack the Silver Claw Pack I was the only Omega. I wasn't loved by the pack members because there was nothing I was doing for them. I was the last in the food chain. The only person that loved me was my uncle and he died while saving me from the rogues. He was the Delta of the pack at that time.

Every inch the woman who belonged in this hall more than Hazel ever could. “Elders of Silvermoon,” Ella began, her voice echoing in the high chamber. “We are gathered here tonight under the law of the First Pact. A law that has kept our kind safe for centuries.” She turned, and her gaze landed on Hazel like a blade. “We have in our midst an unmarked omega. A woman whose bloodline is stained with betrayal. A woman whose presence has already brought poison and death to this pack.” The murmurs started immediately. Hazel kept her eyes down. If she looked up, she’d see the doubt. The fear. The judgment.

Above him stood three dark shapes in the moonlight. Wolves. But not from his old pack. Their scent was strange. “Please,” Aeris croaked. “I don’t know you. I didn’t do anything.” “We know who you are,” the tallest one said. A woman with a silver braid knelt beside him. “The scentless one. The omega who shouldn’t exist.” “Then you know I’m not worth killing.” “That’s where you’re wrong,” she said, drawing a knife that gleamed in the moonlight. “Your death is worth everything.”