Omega In A Wolf Pack Novels & Stories

A guard had grumbled. I was told that the alphas were the highest-ranking wolves and were known as leaders of the pack. They were followed by Beta and Delta, who were the second and third in command, respectively. Then came the warriors, pack helpers consisting of the healers, trainers, and patrols, and finally the omegas. The omegas were the lowest-ranking members of the pack and the least respected. They were often required to be submissive to higher-ranking wolves and may even be subjected to bullying. According to the gossip that floated above my head, I didn't smell like a human or wolf.

"Some wolves need it because they're... contaminated." The third wolf giggled, her wolf making a submissive yet mocking gesture toward my silver-weakened one. "I heard she's already making the rounds with dominant males. First James Foster, then Damon Thorne, now our Alpha King and his beta." "Some omegas will do anything for pack protection," the first agreed with a cruel smile. I took a slow sip of my tea, forcing myself to appear unfazed. Emily growled softly inside me, urging me to defend our dignity.

Walter nodded appreciatively. “So this world of yours works just like wolves hierarchy? A pack, an Alpha and... Do you have omegas?” Walter had no idea people like him existed in their own individual worlds, neither did he know anything about how things worked there. But he had a special liking to wolf animals and knew all about them. He was surprised to hear shifters followed the same pattern as the wolf animals. “There are omegas.” Olive walked back to sit beside Wayne. He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her forehead.

Her wolf, which was dormant, stirred faintly, pressing against her chest. Omegas occupied the lowest rank in the pack hierarchy, and their wolves reflected that they were below the werewolf stature; some omegas were born with wolves so faint they could barely shift, thin and half-formed things that flickered rather than ran. Others were born with no wolf at all, human in every sense. Either way, the pack read it as confirmation of what they already believed: omegas were lesser not by circumstance but by nature, their weakness written into their blood from birth.

I must have passed out shortly after, as I’m awoken by Zante gently shaking my shoulders “What the hell was that all about. That was not me back there and how long have I been asleep?” I eventually managed to say. Remembering the confrontation with Stacey, while Zante looks at me and takes a mouthful before pausing and swallowing. “I understand you are still learning about being an Omega and a werewolf. That is partly the reason I hired you. I hoped to help you understand your new life. You have been asleep for an hour and what you experienced back there was your Wolf trying to taking over. You are strong Maggie, stronger than you realise and in time you will come to learn this. To cut this

“I don’t know where to start.” Dad sighs again and shakes his head. “Start from explaining what the hell this omega thing is.” I say gently. “In the werewolf world. There’s another type of hierarchy. Same with how with humans there’s hierarchy of class, where some are middle class and some are high class. Well In the werewolf world, an omega is the weakest and least desirable among them. The Alpha is the highest, followed by his Luna, his beta and then gamma. The omega is always last place.”

“You’d just have to keep your head down, and you wouldn’t be able to shift. The size of your wolf would be a dead giveaway. But to answer your question.. Yes I think it would.” “What is it like, being an omega?” I ask. “Well.. it’s not like being a Luna, or a Beta. The way we contribute to our packs is through our service. We cook, or we clean, or we work in the gardens. It’s hard work I’m not gonna lie, but life can be enjoyable if you’re in a decent pack.” She’s not sounding very convincing..

Gamma male and female (third in command)- They are responsible for training pack warriors and pups. Delta male and female (fourth in command) - They are responsible for sorting the internal conflicts of the pack. If the matter becomes complicated, alphas have to look into them. Omega - They are the lowest-ranking wolves responsible for cooking, cleaning, and other activities. Generally, omegas also study medicine or become pack’s warriors after proper studying and training. Packhouse - It is a place where those wolves live, who are not living with their parents or are orphans. Few of the alpha families also live in packhouses.

At twenty-five years old, I shouldn’t be afraid of getting jumped by a bunch of teenagers, but it happened with more regularity than I cared to admit. The other adults, at least, didn’t use physical violence against me. I swallowed hard as I turned again, searching the doorways and alleys closest to me. Still nothing. I sped up, tightening my grip on the cross-shoulder strap of my duffle bag. I only had three more blocks to go before I reached the barracks where I lived with the other Omegas. The others in the packs never went into the barracks, not unless they were looking for someone to fuck. And the best thing about being the most undesirable wolf in town meant nobody wanted to fuck me.

Elder Zac continued, “he will no longer hold the title of Alpha. He will return to the rank of a normal pack member. An omega, if necessary.” My eyes widened. An omega? That’s the lowest rank in a pack. Omegas were not too respected and they were far from being leaders. They were treated more like helpers, sometimes even ignored. That’s crazy, I thought to myself. Was that even allowed? Could a whole Alpha be reduced to an omega? That seemed too harsh. I had only ever heard rumors of something like this happening, of alphas being stripped of their rank but I had never actually seen it happen. I never thought it could happen to someone like Kaden.