Omega In Wolf Pack Novels & Stories

We faced each other across the table, our wolves pushing to the surface. “Calm down, the both of you!” Alpha Harald also stood, followed by my father, who gripped my shoulder. ‘Don’t fuck this up, Connor,’ he growled through the link. ‘We don’t want to piss them off.’ “With respect, Alpha Shawn, these are the omegas willing to offer their services to you. If you don’t want them, then we will have to come to some other agreement.” Fuck him. No matter what my dad said, I won’t tolerate this kind of hostility from this asshole.

The pack meeting that evening was held in the community center—a generous name for the converted barn that served as their gathering place. Thirty-seven wolves comprised the Moorland pack, making them one of the smallest autonomous territories in Montana. Everyone sat in a rough circle, the hierarchy clearly visible in posture and positioning. Otto took his usual spot near the back, close enough to hear everything but far enough to avoid drawing attention. As the only Omega in a pack that desperately needed fighters, he'd learned early that his contributions were tolerated rather than welcomed.

“She lives across the hall from you?” Calliope tilted her head, pleased and smug. “Mmm. Lena Marlowe. Sweet girl. Strong energy. A wolf heart she hasn’t discovered yet.” Silas’s eyes widened. “She’s latent?” “Maybe,” Calliope said, far too casually. “Or maybe she’s something rarer.” Ronan’s pulse jumped. Heat slid down his spine. His wolf rose again, attentive. Calliope watched them like a cat watching mice. “Both of you felt it, didn’t you?”

After Elder Summers greeted everyone, Jack continued. "We were visiting the Golden pack and have come across a huge problem." Jack said. He told the complete story of finding Samantha and taking her and all the information she gave them this morning. Sara sent the pictures she took of Samantha as they spoke. "I think that the rest of the pack thought she was killed with the Luna was murdered. The Luna's death must have made the Alpha go crazy. He decided to hide Samantha but his mind snapped and he started beating her and mistreating her. I can't imagine a sane wolf harming her. She is the strongest Omega I've ever encountered" Jack finished.

As I listened to the sound of his knuckles, it felt as though he was prepared to unleash his claws upon a frightened little mouse, it's me. I tightened my grip on the papers, bracing myself. Then his words startled me, "Tomorrow, you will turn 21. If you remain without a wolf, I will have no choice but to send you back to Alpha Luke of the Litha Moon Pack." My heart pounded in my chest, and a gasp escaped my lips. I couldn't help but raise my head, meeting his gaze directly. The Litha Moon Pack was known for its ruthless Alpha, and the omegas there were rarely granted the freedom to live their lives as they wished. Their bodies were considered the sole property of their Alpha.

“I owe you nothing. My pack owes you nothing. You can do your worst. I'm the boss around here. Hold on to your territory.” While he spoke, I mind-linked the chariots behind to launch an attack as I ran towards the Alpha of the pack. I was the last person to tempt with a dare. Immediately the pack member saw what has come of their Alpha, some of them ran off while others tested their fighting skills. I stopped fighting as soon as my troop joined while I ransacked the whole pack in search of my mate. I couldn’t back out now. She had to be somewhere around I said to myself. My wolf was more desperate than I was.

I offered. I didn’t know much about Ruby. She was part of Alpha Kurt Jackson’s pack, or at least she used to be. There might have been a divorce of citizenship. Kurt kept to himself, didn’t say much, but was always watching, which put my wolf on edge. Of course, that might have something to do with the three thick scars that slashed across his face.

The lead Crescent wolf lunged forward. I screamed and threw my arms up to protect my face. I was sure this was the end. But the attack never landed. A flash of golden light cut through the rain. A roar shook the ground, and a massive figure slammed into the Crescent wolf in mid-air near the rocks. The blazing gold light under his skin identified him instantly. Sun wolf from the Aurion pack. They were sworn enemies of our pack for centuries. We were not even permitted to breathe the same air as the sun wolves.

"We can't just exile six wolves without proof and without following proper pack law. It would make us look tyrannical and give other packs ammunition against us." "But we have proof," I growled. "I was there. I saw—" "Your testimony alone isn't enough in pack law," Dad said, lowering his phone. "Not when the accused is from an allied pack and the victim is..." He trailed off, looking uncomfortable. "An omega," Sera finished quietly. "Not worth believing." "That's not—" Dad started. "But it is, isn't it?" Sera's voice was soft but steady. "In pack law, an omega's word holds less weight than a ranked wolf's. Even if that omega is the future Luna."

I could even hear the wolves fighting from afar but I wouldn’t dare to look back and stay here anymore to gossip. Then I saw an Omega walking towards a shop. Another rank, the lowest rank, can be given to a wolf in a pack. Packs rarely abused Omegas anymore because it threw the pack off balance. Omegas may be the pack's lowest-ranking member, but their presence allowed the other members to unwind. With so many higher ranking and powerful pack members constantly around, people could become uneasy and get intimidated. But if an Omega is present, the hierarchy of power is stabilized.