Omega In Wolf Pack Novels & Stories

"And now, we finally have one born into our pack again. According to the witches, this marks the beginning of the most prosperous era in pack history. And your pups will be even stronger." She had to be insane. "Are you sure you haven't been scammed, Mom?" I rolled my eyes. "Since when does an omega bring anything to the table?" "Since the beginning of our kind!" she barked. "The first two wolves were alpha and omega! Their children were alpha, beta, and omega! Each one is as important as the other!" I stayed quiet, teeth grinding. "And if you still doubt it," she added, "I dare you to name one time the witches have been wrong."

I wasn't going to keep on talking to her if she wasn't going to tell me her name. "What's your name?" "I'm Nessa, I'm an Omega." I frowned, I certainly didn't know what Omega meant but it did mean something powerful back when I used to live with my mom. "Umm, I don't know what that means but it does mean something powerful right?" She shook her head. "No, an omega wolf can be either male or female and is the scapegoat, the lowest ranking member of the pack."

And in the hierarchy of wolves in the pack, while an Alpha was the head and most respected and honored to lead the pack, the Omega was the lowest and everyone who made up the pack looked down on them. This was why no one took the demise if my parents serious. They had an inkling that they did not have to after all, father was a vampire and mother was an Omega wolf. But deep down, I knew that was not the reason why Marcel had dismissed their investigation. The black wolves were just really terrifying and as much as I wished he would do something about it. Anything, he just had to call off the investigation by saying it was a waste of man resources, going after people who did not belong to the

self-esteem. Omega’s were the lowest rank for wolves, well other than humans, which were lower. Our ranks were as followed: Pack Alpha’s (like my father) and their Luna’s (like my mother) were at the top, Alphas (such as myself or my brother who are of Alpha Blood), Pack Betas (Pack Alphas second in command or right-hand man), Betas (offspring of Pack Betas or those of Beta Blood), Gammas (Luna’s personal bodyguard, these were usually chosen, regardless of rank), Deltas, and Omegas. Although Deltas and Omegas were at the bottom of our ranks, it does not mean that they do not hold and important position in the pack. As my father had once explained it to me, Deltas and Omegas’ role in the

"He says I am worthless." I stare at her. "You are not ugly," I say. She shrugs. She does not believe me. "I was going to be an omega. I did not want to be an omega." "What is an omega?" "An omega is a girl who has not been claimed. They are the lowest of the pack. They do not get to run with the others. They do not get to hunt." I feel bad for her. She ran from her pack because she did not want to be an omega. But she ended up a prisoner instead. She is stuck in the white wolf's lair and she will never run with anyone.

She pulled her hair back to look the wolf in the eyes. “You’re not worthy to be an Omega,” she hissed. “A real Omega holds the pack together. A real Omega doesn’t cower and hide or leave anyone behind. A real Omega is loyal. I thought it was this fucked up place that turned you into this, but it isn’t. You’re just a shitty, spineless wolf who will never contribute to your pack.” She let the wolf go and stood back up, wiping the sweat from her brow with complete disregard for her bloody hands.

She heaved a sigh, it was the lecture on how to rule a pack and a clan. “Werewolves who are the omegas of their packs Have an interesting role to play. The bottom rung of The pack hierarchy, omega wolves get the last access To food and never get to mate. A werewolf who is Her pack’s omega is the bottom rung, the butt of all the jokes. She may be physically weaker than her Pack mates, or a new member of the pack when all the others have known each other for years, but she’s the bottom rung. Being the omega does have some alphas that understand how to deal with these situations, from the simple and petty to far more important problems. While their methods are decried by other packs as being to

I don’t like the feeling I’m getting. Gamma Dave scoffed at my response, saying while drawing closer again, “You’re funny, Omega. How is it a long time? Okay fine, let’s say it happened a long time like you claim, but what about the current update?” He smirked, sliding both hands into his pocket. “That rumor is now the latest news in Wolf Fall. Omega being chased by the Alpha. They all think their Alpha is crazy about you.”

he assured me. Once again, I feel the love for my pack. I’m so proud of our legacy. All wolves here are treated with respect regardless of their rank. Omegas are supposed to be the weakest of a werewolf pack. In most packs, they’re treated badly, being abused and enslaved. But my strong Alpha-dad ensured the safety of everyone here. No one is discriminated against or abused in this pack because we function as a big family where each member holds value. We are a chain that keeps this pack running and guarantees our safety.

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.