Omega Hierarchy Novels & Stories

It meant he had no inclination to show mercy. Our pack was accustomed to socializing with humans. Sir Eros was also the CEO of the Hildart Group, which had diverse business interests in different countries. But humans were unaware of his true nature. In our pack, I was an Omega. I didn't know what the Alpha saw in me that he personally offered me this job. Maybe it was because I had many human friends?

(Cathy pov) My name is Cathy and I am an omega as the wolves call it, wolves that are tagged omega's are usually traitors, criminals and wolves with very low social standings. I was born into wealth but that didn't last long in my life,my father was an army general, yeah 'was' he died in battle... I think his death was planned by his fellow generals. After my father died the other army general did everything they could to take all my fathers wealth and left us with nothing...we hard to struggle to get by everyday afraid of being shamed and bullied. My life isn't something interesting I have been living as an omega for as long as I can remember, my life has been really hard it isn't filled wi

No one dares move. “Look at her,” a voice purrs from behind them. Clara. The Beta’s daughter. Lucian’s girlfriend. Her smile drips poison as she steps into the circle, a leather whip coiled in her hand. “Did you really think you could have them? That anyone could love an Omega?” My lips part, but no words come. My throat is raw, strangled by grief. “Pathetic,” Clara spits. And then the whip cracks. Agony explodes across my back. My scream shatters in the air.

“I’ll let our Alpha and Luna explain everything to you when they get here. In the meantime, Fiona can catch you up on the pack. She has been waiting patiently to talk to you. She is also an omega, just like you.” What? An omega? That can’t be possible. I turn and look at Fiona. Before I can even ask, she smiles and says, “Yes. I’m an omega. We have a few of them here, including Luna Katelyn and Bridget, who will someday be a High Elder just like her mother.” The doctor clears his throat and adds, “I’ll leave you two to talk for a bit, but I’ll be back in when Alpha Wyatt and Luna Katelyn get here. If anything happens before then, let me know.”

Jia screams and starts crying. "Yeah, sure, children; they are your children's. And it doesn't matter how much I try or how much they try; no one can change this fact. But ask yourself, Jia, do you throw away your third child because she is Omega? Do you have any idea what would happen if she ended up in an orphanage or some horrible place? She is your own child, Jia, your own blood, but all you did was throw her away because she is Omega." Alex asks with his Alpha voice, which sends Jia spinning.

“Why do you still call yourself an omega? I mean, I know you were one, but I thought you’d have held yourself in high esteem after Sia made you his concubine but you don’t and I want to know why” I laugh subtly. “Becoming his concubine doesn’t elevate my status in anyway. I still see myself as an omega, because my duties and obligations are still that of an omega. When Sia was injured, I treated his wounds. That’s what an omega does Dogara. They humble themselves before all, serving in silence. They let themselves get walked over, kicked, beaten, humiliated, just to achieve a single goal”. “And what’s your goal Crinka?” “That’s the first time you’re calling me by name”.

* I demanded, but Nala simply closed her eyes, refusing to say more, leaving me entirely in the dark. I squeezed my eyes shut, rubbing my temples. I was an Omega. Omegas didn't have hidden magic. We didn't have secret sparks. We were the lowest tier of the supernatural hierarchy, meant to serve, to heal slightly faster than humans, and to bear children for stronger wolves. The only magic in our world belonged to the ancient Lycan bloodlines, like Silas's, or the rare, reclusive witch covens that lived in the deep marshes. Whatever this humming was, it had to be a delusion brought on by the stress of the impending trial.

“You don’t look like…” “I look like a human, right?” she asked. “I’m an Omega. We’re much…smaller. I’m sure it’s easy to mistake me for a human, so don’t worry about it.” An Omega. I stifled a gasp. It hadn’t been polite to ask, but I couldn’t help it. I knew the wolf society had a very strict pecking order when it came to their hierarchy. I knew Omegas were at the bottom of that hierarchy, but I had no idea they looked so…human.

Even Touya doesn't know that I'm an omega. He shook me back and forth, snapping me out of my thoughts. "What happened?" I stared at his face until it distorted into a blur and when I blinked, I felt the warm liquid trickling down me cheek, "I'm an omega." I said. Touya's POV "What? No you're not, you told me yourself, you said you were an alpha." I said, trying to snap him back to his senses. "B-back then, you really didn't like omegas so there was no way I could tell you that I was one." he sobbed, "I just didn't want you to hate me."

Charlie mumbled and I could hear the grinds turning as she tried to recall when they joined. "Let's just go with that," I said as my brain started to ache, "which is more then enough time to get used to this shit. Besides how nice could their old pack have been? An omega's purpose is to serve, it doesn't matter where you come from, that kind of existence is bound to be shitty. And, it's not exactly hard to be considered nice when next to our pack. We make Umbridge seem nice." "Umbridge?" "You know, the crazy cat lady from Harry Potter," I informed her.