Omega Lock Novels & Stories

The private room reeked of cigarettes and alcohol mixed with the distinct musk of werewolves, sharp enough to make me wrinkle my nose. I'd just rushed over from the pack clinic, still wearing my moisture-wicking athletic shirt that clung to my frame and showed off my lean build. It was unusual for an Omega. Most Omegas were delicate, but years of gripping scalpels had given me defined muscle along my shoulders and back. Right now, that definition had become a target for Grace Sullivan's attacks.

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.

Mostly omegas use these pills to control, prevent or stop their heats. They did have sex with no protection. His fated did not freak but she did demand condoms after… Could Alex be an omega? Is that why their wolves found each other? Pretending as if he had not seen the white box, he walked out the bathroom. There is no point ruining what he has with the woman for stupid questions or take a risk to saying something that can trigger his beautiful fated. He will have wait for his fated to explain everything to him, whenever shes ready.

She was just close, talking to him in a soft voice, and I watched as Marcus's shoulders relaxed little by little. That was her Omega resonance. It didn't heal wounds on its own, but it settled wolves down in a way nothing else did. It reached something in the nervous system, in the wolf's instincts, and just made everything quieter. I'd seen it described in old books but I'd never actually watched someone use it like this. It was different in person. It was something else.

Eloise took the opportunity to tighten her grip on him, her presence gentle yet oppressive. "I warned you, Nigel… Omegas can be dangerous if they know how to use their pheromones. It's their only weapon."

“A wolf has never been claimed by an Icelander before, so nobody knows if you are going to survive it. But since you survived the blood bond, I’m sure you’d be fine” I glare at him. “That doesn’t make me feel any better. I need to know now if I can survive it. I’m just an omega and…” “Cut it out Crinka. Alphas and omegas don’t actually matter here. If you’re weak, you’re weak and if you’re string, you’re strong”, Eloive says. “Thanks for not making me feel any better”. “You’re welcome”, he says with a smile, before leaving me alone with Ruarc.

She cried, pouting her lips and frowning like a little brat. “In that case, a trial will be heard, and if she is found guilty, she will be stripped of her she Wolf status and become a low-rank omega.” Alpha Evan declared. He did not like to be challenged, and it was obvious that he did not wish to be made a fool of either.

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.

“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?”