Omega Louis Novels & Stories

Elder Zac continued, “he will no longer hold the title of Alpha. He will return to the rank of a normal pack member. An omega, if necessary.” My eyes widened. An omega? That’s the lowest rank in a pack. Omegas were not too respected and they were far from being leaders. They were treated more like helpers, sometimes even ignored. That’s crazy, I thought to myself. Was that even allowed? Could a whole Alpha be reduced to an omega? That seemed too harsh. I had only ever heard rumors of something like this happening, of alphas being stripped of their rank but I had never actually seen it happen. I never thought it could happen to someone like Kaden.

"I'll keep training, keep fighting. I'll prove you wrong." Alpha Terry chuckled. "You can keep trying, but you'll never succeed," he said. "In fact, I think it's time we gave you a new position in the pack. From now on, you'll be the omega. You'll be at the bottom of the pack hierarchy, serving the other members and doing whatever they ask of you." Matilda's heart sank. Being an omega was the lowest position in the pack, the one reserved for the weakest and most submissive werewolves. It was a position of servitude, one that no self-respecting werewolf would ever willingly accept.

Her hands wobbled as she tightened her grip on the rod like a staff she held. "Omicron wolf, a special and rare kind of wolf?” I heard Adrian's voice. I shifted my gaze to the person standing next to the woman and gasped. It was Adrain. Alpha Adrain, his beta Austin, and two older men, including the old woman, were surrounding an image of a big white wolf. “A dead Omega, woken by her mere presence." Adrains voiced out. My eyes flickered all over him, and then something caught my attention.

I was on a horse, riding to the market town two valleys over. If Ashton thought he could sneak around behind Xander’s back, then he was wrong. The first apothecary I visited was a fat man with stained fingers. “Evening, madam,” he said. “What can I...” “I’m looking for someone,” I cut him off. “Young. An omega. Black hair. Buys a lot of herbs.” The man frowned. “We get many.” I dropped a silver coin on the counter. “A lot... In the last moon. Masking roots. Bitter ash-bark.”

She continued on about facts and such while others ogled over them. "To finish off our tour, I give you, the wolves. Now what we have here are gray wolves. We actually have a pack here in our zoo. We have six females, three pups, and our Alpha. Now our Alpha name is Alastor. Which in Ancient Greek means "tormentor." We named him this because he doesn't like anyone. No one can get near him, feed him, or be in the habitat with him awake. He is put under tranquilizer. Does anyone know what that is?" She asked the group of kids in the front. Eliza and I looked down over the wall separating us from the wild wolves. Four of the females were in sight and we could even see the pups.

Untrustworthy wolf! Alpha Oswald strode toward us; he was putting on a dashing black suit; his hair was styled in a suave pompadour style coupled with a side partition, and a long fringe hair strand came down to his right eye giving him a bad boy look. He was holding a whiskey glass. His eyes were pinned on Beta Wyatt and me. “Shocking indeed.” He uttered with a dark chuckle which sent a shiver down my spine. My heart skipped a beat. I didn't know whether he was talking to me or Wyatt, but his eyes didn't fall on me.

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

"Hey wait up” I yell at my best friend Annabelle Haul. She’s a tall 5’9” beauty. She has long red hair that stops just below her bottom. She perfect in every way and she isn’t afraid to show anyone what they get when they mess with her or me for that matter. Who am I?!? My name is Tiffany Tow I’m the daughter to Calvin Tow the bata of Blue Moon Pack. I’m an omega or at least that’s what my wolf and I want everyone to think. You see I’m a very special she-wolf but we will get to that later.

--- The house is quiet by midnight. Sage has taken Haven and Oliver through their bedtime routine with the efficient warmth of someone who has been doing it long enough that it runs on its own momentum. The pack bond settles into its nighttime frequency, lower and slower, three hundred and fifty wolves breathing in sync somewhere at the edge of my awareness. I lie in the dark and let the day finish. Elder. Northwestern region. First omega in three hundred and twelve years. Marcus Hale and his smooth handshake and his forty years of complexity. The old key Vera left on the table. The file with the impossible date and the signature of a dead man.

I was Luna of Northwind Pack, mated to Alpha Kael Dorian, the man I'd been crushing on since I was fourteen. Let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Lara Voss, and I'm an omega, the absolute lowest rank in any wolf pack. Not only that, but I don't have a wolf, never shifted once in my life, and I go completely deaf for the first five days of every month.