Omega Hierarchy Novels & Stories

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.

This is a travesty!" Elder Garrick Stonehelm stormed, his voice gritted from the battle. He wobbled a shaking finger at Rhea, who stood with the four Alphas. "She is an Omega! She cannot hold this power. It is against the law. Against nature.".

He started with Alpha and gave a vivid description of how they are, oblivious that Harold's father was one and all things being normal, he was meant to be ascend the position next. When he was done talking on Alphas, he talked a little on the characteristics an Alpha's wife, a Luna, was meant to possess. When he was done, he spoke on the Betas and spent another fifteen minutes talking on Deltas. By the time he reached subtopic ‘Omega’, the class was almost entirely over. He then went on to talk on a wolf which they all possessed before the class came to an end. “What is it like being the pup of an Alpha?” Chloe asked as she and Harold walked out of the classroom.

"And what happened afterwards? Did you accept her proposal? Did you have any sexual relations with her?" Kira asked, her voice daunting Bella. She could not believe her junior sister—no, she was not her sister. Over her dead body would that thing be her sister. Bella was the omega of the pack, and how dare she try to seduce someone whom she had an eye for? She was always behaving like a sheep, but she never knew she was more dangerous than their kind. "No, I would never have tried such disgusting thing with her. She is the omega, and trying such shit with her could have tamed my image and brought ridicule to my lineage and to the entire pack."

Yet when she cradled her granddaughter, the years fell away. "Genevieve plots," she whispered, rocking the mewling infant. "Not as she was, but... a wraith wearing her skin. She's been gathering forces in the blighted lands." Malcolm stiffened. "What forces?" "Wolves who miss the old ways." Seraphina's voice turned bitter. "Those who think omegas should kneel and Alphas should rule with fang and flame." Davina stirred weakly, her hand finding mine. "Eric..."

This pack holds so many secrets and lies, it's hard to tell what is real and what isn't. People are the main reason for that proclamation. Take Rosie, for example. She is so obsessed with Alpha Matthew's that even when she found out I was his mate, Me ... the useless, deaf orphan, she still beat the living daylights out of me for it and claimed that I would never be worthy of anyone else again. I think that really set my self-esteem off because I knew I wouldn't be. An omega lives by an agreement amongst other omegas ... never turn on each other. Never allow another to harm one of your own. You are the lowest of the rank; it doesn't get much lower than being an omega, and everyone of a highe

I looked up at him. Really looked. It was such a strange question that I almost laughed. “Because it’s Derek,” I said. Kael waited. Like he expected more explanation. “Because he’s stronger than me,” I continued slowly. “Faster. Higher rank. And because the last three omegas who ‘said something’ ended up cleaning the kitchens for two months.” Kael didn’t argue with that. Which was interesting. Instead he asked, “Then why today?” I opened my mouth. Closed it.

Alpha Lowell pov Submerged in a sea of fury, I felt the sting of fresh wounds in my chest, each breath a laborious task. Power was all I craved—was it such an outrageous desire? Was I not deemed worthy? If the goddess would not grant me the mantle of moon guardian, then I would seize it by any means necessary, even if it meant embracing the flames. After all, my rise to Alpha was no stroke of luck; I was always destined for greatness, deserving of all that is good. I demand subservience, the world at my feet. Yet, as the morning sunlight kissed my face, lying in my bed of opulence, I knew that satisfaction was a sign of weakness.

“We need you back. Evelyn left a final layer. She called it Omega. And it just activated.” Flashback: 12 Years Ago, Project Parity Inside the core Parity vault, Evelyn Vale stood before a circular interface. Julian, just a teenager then, watched from behind thick security glass. “Why Omega?” he asked her. Evelyn typed rapidly, not turning. “Because everything before this was protocol. Omega is purpose.” He frowned. “What purpose?” She finally turned. “To decide who’s worthy of the world when I’m gone.” Present Day, Nova High Council Emergency Summit