Omega Leadernim Novels & Stories

Olive watched as her mate stepped down from the bed and lovingly placed his hands on her arms then stared into her eyeballs still crackling with mild fire. “You are the Luna of Balendin Pack. The female leader of Balendin Pack Wolves. You're the legendary firewolf. A woman so hot she burns the carpet her feet steps upon. That's who you are. And believe me, your parents would be so proud you've attained this height all alone.” “Wayne,” Olive broke down and hugged him again, tighter this time. “Thank you... I love you so much.” Wayne smiled and pulled away from her. “I love you more. Now, I hear them at the front door of the infirmary. Do you want to meet them alone?”

I tried to avoid his gaze but each time I mistakenly looked his way, the fire in his eyes captivated me. As that wasn't enough. The Six men huddled around me with preying eyes, like i was their prey they wanted to devour. Vultures! "Can we get this over with quickly?!" Alpha Mateo's Voice finally broke the chain of silence around us. "Olivia, You're an Omega. what makes you believe you have the strength to lead warriors who have lived by Alpha Mateo's side for years?" Elder 1 asked. My heart stung at the word omega like it was poison. I took in a sharp deep breath and thought for a second before speaking.

Even without a wolf's scent, my instincts were screaming. ​A man stepped into the sickly yellow light of the neon sign. He didn't smell like a wolf. He didn't even smell entirely human. He smelled like ozone, old parchment, and burnt circuitry. He was an Outcaster—a "Static," one of the rare humans who lived on the fringes of the Lycan corporate world, surviving by selling the one thing wolves couldn't master: pure, unadulterated data. ​"Nobody is looking for me," I rasped. My voice sounded like it had been dragged over gravel. "I'm an Omega. I'm nothing."

The excitement that courses through me is not solely derived from the thrill of the auction itself, but also from the profound opportunity it presents to rescue these individuals from their uncertain fate. With every announcement of an omega, beta, or alpha, my mind swiftly calculates the potential impact of their liberation. Three omegas, four betas, and two alphas—a diverse group of individuals, each with their own unique strengths and vulnerabilities. Through our mind link, a telepathic connection that binds our group together, I swiftly relay this information to my comrades, urging them to take action.

someone called out in agreement and more voices joined. “Divorce your omega wife and you can marry your fated mate. The moon goddess has blessed you with a beta born as your mate! With her by your side, you will finally be stronger and we can win the war. The future of the pack is going to be safe!” Elder Zachary cheered.

Irene was behind the podium as she gave us a knowing look. “Oliver Crimson has been demoted from his beta position. He will be an omega of the thunderstrike pack and will do all the pack chores until further notice. If his behavior changes for good, we might stop his chores punishment” Irene looked towards Oliver when she said that. He gave her a nod half-heartedly. “Today’s challenge is completed. For those who are celebrating, can enjoy. And for the one who lost today shall rectify their mistakes and learn from it” Irene said the last bit in a serious tone.

"Please give me another chance." The Alpha shook his head. "I have given you enough chances, Matilda. It's time for you to accept your place as the Omega of our pack."

I guess werewolves love video games just as much as humans do. I’m currently talking to William about the things he’s into and vice versa. “You see those guys over there?” William says, motioning for me to look. I follow his gaze, and my eyes land on three buff looking dudes with shirts that really complement their muscles. They’re playing a game of pool, laughing at something one of them just said. “Yeah, I see them,” I reply. “They’re our leaders. The one on the left is Nathan White, our Gamma. The one on the right is Ethan Fang, our Beta, and the one in the middle is Tanaka Hatake, our Alpha,” he says.

I focused on the latest unfortunate soul standing before me: a pretty, doe-eyed girl named Serena, whose fear drowned out the scent of her supposed purity. “Serena,” my voice was a low, resonant baritone, capable of commanding a thousand-strong pack with a single syllable. “Your father spoke highly of your loyalty. Loyalty to whom?” Her composure cracked. Her eyes darted to her father, then back to my immovable face. “To the Obsidian Pack, Alpha. And to you, as its leader.” My lips barely curved a cold, humorless expression. “My pack requires a Luna who can lead, not merely follow. A woman who can withstand a challenge, not one who wilts under a single question. You may leave.”

She glares at me, hurling a pan that strikes my chest and makes me stoop. "Really, who do you think you are speaking to? I am your future Luna, so stop talking, you omega!" Her voice was heard clearly. As the weakest members of the pack, omegas are more prone to injury, fatigue, and weakened immune systems than warriors, deltas, gamma, or betas. Being called omega should not feel insulting because of what she is referring to, but because of what she is referring to, it hurt me. The pain in my chest felt like something had broken in that frying pan.