Omega Hierarchy Novels & Stories

meant there was no use hiding anything anymore. "So long that I can't remember the first time it happened. It has always been a part of me. I've been bullied all my life and so I guess my body just found a way to protect itself." "It's not possible Zach and we both know it. The only explanation for this is crazy considering her current status but–" My eyes fell to the part of her body where the open cut was before. All that was there now was her dried blood. Her pale skin was just like it had never even seen a bruise or burn in its entire life. I was curious as to why an Omega had fast healing particles inside of her. It's a general knowledge that Omegas are the second to the last rank in t

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.”

someone called out in agreement and more voices joined. “Divorce your omega wife and you can marry your fated mate. The moon goddess has blessed you with a beta born as your mate! With her by your side, you will finally be stronger and we can win the war. The future of the pack is going to be safe!” Elder Zachary cheered.

To make it worse, the top doesn't have an ounce of consideration for what pain he's enduring. True. A beta cannot handle an alpha's lust because scientifically, betas and alphas are not sexually compatible. It would only hurt the bottom if such intercourse is forced. It is a known fact among all people that alphas are only meant for omegas because that's how the tertiary genders dictate the world.

"And Daisy... she’s the answer." The cavern's walls started to move, old runes illuminating as they reformed. A breeze swept across the area, bringing murmurs in a tongue I couldn’t identify. Rowan lifted his arms, as though he were summoning the air itself. “The prophecy foretells of an Omega who will ascend beyond the hierarchy.” "Someone who will either bring the wolves together or annihilate them." I gasped for air. "Annihilate them?" Rowan agreed, his demeanor becoming serious. "Indeed." The power of the Omega is linked to a primal force, something that cannot be controlled. You have experienced it before, right? The fury. The power. The connection with the old wolves.

Drown in facts until my emotions had to stand on a chair and wave to get attention. I opened my laptop, the hinge warm against my knees. The screen reflected back a woman who looked like she hadn’t slept and like she might never again and like she’d fight anyone who tried to write that fact for her. I typed werewolf pack hierarchy into the search bar like I hadn’t spent a week rolling my eyes at shop-gossip words: Beta, Gamma, Omega. Sean had said Omega and I’d thought it was a joke. I felt stupid enough to apologize to him tomorrow and bring him a cookie.

Like glass breaking, but louder, an echo that rolled across the city, through valleys, and into forests beyond. I closed my eyes for a moment and felt the threads of power weaving themselves outward from me. It was not controlled. It was recognition. Every omega, every silent voice, began to hum with potential. The world had tilted, ever so slightly, but enough to make centuries-old hierarchies shiver.

"If we had tried to assign these wolves to Council members, well, there really would be a werewolf-vampire war. So we released them from the pack, and only I know where they now roam. Only I know their numbers. And I'm not telling." "Alpha, you think yourself smarter than the Elders. But when we skin your wife and child before your eyes, you will tell us whatever we want to know!" I felt faint. They would do it because they are just that cold blooded. Paul narrowed his eyes. "It doesn't work like that. What will happen is that I become the wolf, and he will kill you or die trying. When I die there is no one to turn off the Omegas. Did I happen to mention that they are the ones I sent to Euro