Omega Lock Novels & Stories

That little tilt of the head, the faint quiver of the lips—it made me want to snap my hands around her shoulders and tell her to trust me, right now, in this moment, and forever. I stepped closer, crouching slightly to pick up the small bottle I’d set aside earlier. Wolf scent. My scent. A faint, earthy, alpha scent that would mask hers just enough so the others wouldn’t suspect she was a wolfless Omega. I could already feel her eyes on me, hesitant, curious. “You need to put this on,” I said, my tone low, smooth, deliberate. “It’ll cover your… signature. Keep you safe. Keep you unnoticed.”

Alpha Jack finished. Luna Sara nodded. "I want her in our pack. I need to keep her safe" Sean said, passionately. The rest of the table nodded in agreement. "She would be a great addition to the pack too. An omega that powerful is extremely rare and she would help grow our numbers" Steve pointed out. Sean and Alpha Jack both growled.

One of them, a tall warrior with dark curls, steps forward and says softly, “Luna, these are for you. The pack wanted to thank you for being here… for existing.” My breath catches. “For existing?” He nods. “You are the first and only woman among us since the beginning of the punishment . The Goddess blessed us through you. You brought warmth where there was only duty.” Another omega steps closer, offering a simple string bracelet made from polished stones. “We made this together. It’s not much, but we wanted you to have something from us.” I stare at the gifts — the bright fruit, the fresh honey, the trembling sincerity in their hands — and I can’t speak for a long moment. “You didn’t have t

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.

Aside from being unwanted by my parents and the whole pack, I was also an omega. Omegas are the lowest-ranking wolves, and we are usually bullied. Some of us didn't wolf out, and the others that did are simply low-borns. No one would really like to take an omega as a chosen mate. So it is usually an omega male wolf that takes an omega she wolf. That is why, if Mike really won't ask for my hand this time, then I'm done. This shitty expectation: who in Goddess' name made this cruel rule of ours? The saddest bit of it, if I have any right to be sad, is that all of this will happen on my birthday. As if it lost its meaning of being a joyful occasion since every birthday of mine, something cruel

Roberto groaned as he saw another truck pull up to the pack’s headquarters. He recognized the logo on the side, a stylized paw print with the words “Wolf Tech” underneath. It was the company that supplied the pack with advanced security measures, such as cameras, sensors, and alarms. They had been hired by Vitale to fortify the borders after the omegas kidnap.

The omega. Orchid.

It must be killing her to know that everything she's heard came from someone she's supposed to love unconditionally. "I don't know if this changes things, Mars. I probably shouldn't be the one telling you this, but they never made it out of the house. Micca's wolf is-" How do I explain this to her in a way that she can understand? "His wolf is an omega. Omegas are the weakest of us, but they're the most vicious when they align themselves with the right alpha. Add the Warhead and he becomes a machine. Nearly unstoppable. His instincts are wired to feed what he needs.

The enormous wolf was nearly fully shifted. “The sapphire.” Oakley said, pulling a large blue stone from one of the drawers. “We might need this.” He tucked the stone under his cloak and tipped over the oil lamp on the desk, the flame quickly spreading across the papers. Frank was done shifting now. The head of his wolf touched the ceiling, and its tail lashed about like a caged beast. “The fire will pin him down,” Oakley explained briefly as he sprinted toward the door. Addison glanced back at Frank’s wolf, whose mind seemed completely gone, then dashed into the corridor. “Why his wolf…?” she asked, frowning.

’ My hands trembled slightly as I picked up the note and unfolded it. *Your old suppressants will no longer work after your Awakening. These are what Apex Omegas have been using to blend among other wolves since we were eliminated and hunted. It easily suppresses the omega scent and instinct. There are more stored here, enough to last you for a long time. Use them wisely and be very careful.* It was as if they had known about me long before I did, and they led me here to protect me and answer my questions. I opened the container. Inside were neatly arranged vials filled with a faintly glowing liquid. It was nothing like the dull suppressants I had been taking before. This one smells stronger