Omega Hierarchy 소설 & 이야기

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.

Sophia pointed toward a hidden section of the control system. “Open the Omega Protocol.” Emma blinked. “Omega?” Victor hesitated. “That system has never been activated.” Sophia looked at him calmly. “That’s because it’s the last resort.” Lewis stepped closer to the console. “What does it do?” Sophia looked him directly in the eyes. “It turns this entire facility into a weapon.” The room fell silent. Daniel whispered, “Okay… that sounds terrifying.” Victor slowly accessed the hidden system. Multiple security warnings appeared on the screen.

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

But if an Omega is present, the hierarchy of power is stabilized. Omega abilities are precious. They could sense another person’s emotion, especially when the Alpha is irritated, and they could disappear in seconds to avoid the Alpha’s rage. Omegas had a sixth sense for trouble too. If an Omega appeared nervous and moved quickly, it meant that something is wrong. But if an Omega appeared to be relaxed, it meant that everything was fine.

At seventeen, I weighed more than every other average teenager in my school and my own pack as a whole. Yes, I was the only plus-sized wolf in all of Bluecoven’s pack and even worse, I was an Omega. The lowest in the hierarchy. A pushover of a species that is the one and only embodiment of weakness. In my world, Omegas were almost non-existent and the few that did were seen as some sort of game for the high-rank wolves to catch and boost their egos.