Omega Me Novels & Stories

“Anna—” “No more half-truths,” I cut in, my voice shaking. “No more avoiding the question. I deserve to know what’s happening to me.” He sighed, his expression unreadable. “You do.” I swallowed hard. “Then tell me. What is an omega?” Nolan hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he finally said. “They’re… different from others. More instinct-driven. More attuned.” I frowned. “Attuned to what?”

When I finally stepped out, I was a little bit calm. It took all my being not to have had sex with him earlier, since in the car when his pheromones were being released, my wolf almost took over but I barely managed to control it. Because I knew if I let it take over then it would be a disaster, I can't believe he has never had his heat. I wonder why though, because I know Omegas experienced their first heat immediately when they turn 17 and I could guess he's above that age already, so why did he say he experienced it before.

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.

Chapter One The Omega Maid Being an omega was the worst that could happen to a wolf, so I thought, until I realized that being an adopted omega was a death sentence. "Iris!" My adoptive mother yelled. "Get the hell out of your room and take these linens to the maids' quarters! And hurry, they need them before the mating ceremony!" Six years ago I lost my parents to a car accident. The pack took pity on me despite being an omega and I was adopted by the Mitchell family. In my fifth year of staying with them, I was asked to serve as a maid to the Royal family. Today marked exactly one year.

I whispered, my hands shaking uncontrollably. "You did," Kael said. He stepped closer, inspecting my face. "Your eyes... they were glowing." "Glowing?" "Gold," Kael said. "Pure gold." He looked back at the road where Thorne had knelt. "That was an Alpha Command," Kael said. "You forced an Alpha to kneel with a thought." "I'm an omega," I said, panic rising in my throat. "That's impossible." Kael looked at me, and this time, there was no doubt in his eyes. Only awe. "No," he said. "You're not an omega." He took my hand, his grip tight. "You're a Queen.”

"And you don't smell like a werewolf." River gritted her teeth as she held her breath under his scrutiny. "I'm an Omega," she said through clenched teeth. "I don't have the wolf mark. That doesn't mean I'm not one of them." He frowned deeper. "Omegas don't smell human either. But I could care less about you and whatever you are or claim you are,” he muttered, more to himself than to her. Before River could question him further, he sped past her in a whirl of movement. One moment he was there, the next he was gone.

Mj said and Theron sat back with a look of confusion. “Does anybody else know about you and Dante?” Mj’s voice was frantic and Theron laughed again, Mj rolled her eyes still running her hands through his fur “don't tell me, all his friends are wolves too?” “Yes” Theron confirmed and then Mj had a strange thought. “Theron, does that mean I will have a wolf too?” Theron sat and explained to Mj for what seemed like hours that she was not a wolf but an Omega, a special type of human who could help carry the power of wolves original to the moon and although she would share in Theron’s power Mj herself would never turn into a wolf.

Shut up," she orders Chloe, and my mate's body jerks. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth, and unlike Chloe, I don't say anything. I let my mother run the show. "Logan! Listen to me! She is an omega. Her human body is weak. The wolf she will get will be strong, but she is weak. She was born an omega. I told you what to do if you get an omega mate, now do it," mom snaps, and Dad instantly growls.

I inquired staring at her. “An omega.” she replied back, her voice laced with a tint of pain. “How?” I asked. She chuckled as she furrowed her brows at me. “Really?, You're asking me how I became an Omega.” I realised I had just asked the stupidest question. “Sorry.” I blurted out innocently. “How do i know what type of wolf I am?” “The moon goddess will say it herself.” “Who is that?” I asked. “She’s more like a god.” I nodded and kept quiet.

I was positive that the Alpha would be upset with me if I didn't get up to take my bath. I'm Selene Temptress, and I apologize for the delayed introduction. I am an omega member of the Blood Moon Pack, age 23. The weakest members of a pack, known as omegas, are forced to perform menial tasks in order to remain in the pack. There are several Omegas in my pack, and we follow a schedule. My best friend and I are at work today. I was unconcerned even though my parents, who are still alive, severed all contact with me since they detested the fact that I am an omega. That's all I have to say for now; you will learn more about me later. After taking a bath, I tied a