Omega Mu Novels & Stories

"Let's give him that space." The meal ended, and I stood, my heart heavy yet my expression composed. Damon's gaze met mine, concern etched in his features. "Are you okay, my lady?" A smirk played on my lips, a mask to hide the turmoil within. "Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, turning away to seek the solitude of my room. I shrugged off the pretty dress and stepped into my training kit, the fabric hugging my body like a second skin. Training was my escape, the one thing that could distract me from the pain, even if just for a while. I marveled at my own strength, how in just a few weeks of training, I had become formidable, capable of taking on five warrior wolves single-handedly. It was a feat th

He yanked my hair, dragging my head back as he whispered, voice dripping with venom, “You’re a worthless wolf that I use whenever I like. You are lower than a slave. You have no right to fight back. You have no right to speak. You are a wolfless, barren omega.” His words sliced deeper than his hands ever could. My chest tightened. Rage simmered beneath my skin, burning me alive. He finally released my hair, shoving me backward. I lifted my head, my teeth clenched. My fists trembled at my sides as I whispered, “Reject me then.”

From a distance a horn sounded, it was deep and resonant, the kind used to signal arrivals at the border. A moment later, a chorus of excited voices rose from the hallway, and that's when I realized that the Alphas have returned. I pressed my back to the kitchen wall, heart hammering. I told myself it didn’t matter, that their return meant nothing to an Omega who had mastered the act of being unseen. But as the sound of boots drew closer to the hallway, and the scent of dominance curled through the air, my wolf surged forward.

I opened the door to find a woman wearing a purple dress and was accompanied by someone. "Who are you supposed to be and what are you doing here?" She pushed me and entered the house and I was so tempted to just leave this house and never come back. The collar on my neck still stands and I can’t open it. A collar is a mark of ownership, especially for an omega. When an omega wears a collar that usually means that they belong or are claimed by someone. There was a sharp decline in the population of omegas in the recent decade. That’s why the government revised the laws and eliminated some of them which weren’t in favour of the omegas.

He heard her thought but decided to ignore it for the moment and carry on with his narration. “It’s been an entire month and I've been marked missing by the town's inhabitants. A couple others have been too but we're all alive and in a pack house.” “It really does exist? A house for…” Jade asked in astonishment. “Yes it really does exist. I'm an omega. Omega's are the lowest rank of werewolves and we might be major contributors to the town's current destruction. That's because we're still trying to understand our condition. We have little or no control over our inner wolves. Anything could trigger us.” He finished his explanation and sat up.

Marcus stared at me, his face white. "You're not human," he whispered. "You're a Mute Omega. The rarest wolf in existence." The council elders were shaking. The students were frozen. And Damon—my brother, my protector—looked at me with something I'd never seen in his eyes. Fear. "The Mute Omega hasn't been born in a thousand years," one elder said, his voice trembling. "Her voice can command Alphas. Her howl can tear packs apart. She's not just rare. She's dangerous."

"I need the bond to survive the tribunal." "Wanting the bond and surrendering the power are two entirely different concepts," Mara corrected, cutting a piece of medical tape. "You are holding onto the energy because it is the first time in your life you have not been powerless. You spent your entire existence as a disposable omega. Now you possess a weapon, and your instincts refuse to relinquish control of it." I took off my ruined shirt, allowing Mara to clean the reopened bullet wounds on my side. She applied the antiseptic quickly, securing the fresh gauze with the medical tape.

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.

"Come to 425 Oak Street. Alone. No police, no friends. If you tell anyone or try to bring backup, I'll know. And you won't like what happens next." The line went dead. I met Helena's frightened gaze. She squeezed my hand. "We have to call the cops, Jade. This guy sounds dangerous—" I cut her off with a sharp look, glancing meaningfully at the phone. We didn't know if he was still listening. Grabbing a pen, I scrawled a quick note. 'I'm going. Look after yourself.' Before she could protest, I shifted into my wolf form and bolted for the door. As an omega, I was small even in wolf form, but I was fast on four legs. And I could handle any human who tried to hurt me.

Matt stated gently. Then the whole thing changed.... you see an omega's in warmth scent is so a lot better than a ordinary wolf's that it attracts any unmated male within a large radius. It makes them go crazy and if omegas don't seem to be cautious it can lead to rape and other attacks. Usually I take medicinal drug to supress it, but seeing that I wasn't expecting to be banished I did not have any with me here.