Omega Mu Novels & Stories

He slid one in front of the omega who frowned at it. “Oi, get him something nicer than that," Brite interjected, moving the beer away. “Omegas don't do well with alcohol and definitely not this pisswash. Hey, lady, you got any juice or something?" The beta maid gave the omega a sympathizing look. “We got an omega special, if you like. Nemuri's girl was an omega so she always keeps some handy." “Perfect," Brite replied before turning to raise his eyebrow at his leader. “Oi, Boss. You got to treat your mate right."

"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.”

“The mate bond.” The hall went silent, the air was heavy with shock. My face burned, and I wanted to disappear. I couldn't still believe an Omega, like me was fated to not just one Alpha, but three. It was unthinkable, and a scandal that could ruin everything. Magnus' face darkened, his hands clenching. “Impossible,” he growled. “She’s an Omega. A nobody.” Kael spoke next, his voice quieter but just as steady. “The bond doesn’t lie, Father. You know that.”

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.

Elder Rowan stepped into the Moon Oath Sanctuary, his ancient eyes locking onto the center of the stone room where the absolute submission of an omega was being put on display. The heavy musk of pine and dark winter forest rolled off Caelum Frostbane in massive waves, driving Michaels Masterson onto his knees on the white leather ottoman. Michaels kept his eyes raised, his omega core pulsing with white-hot heat as the supreme alpha’s thick length leaked a pearly bead of precum onto his trembling lips.

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.

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.

He knows and understands me so well. "Okay, the thing is, he isn't an ordinary Omega". I told him and I saw that he doesn't understand what I just said. "How do you mean? I'm confused please explain". He said. "He's a gifted Omega, as in, he has special abilities unlike other Omegas and because of his gifts he's in danger and I need to protect him". I explained. "What gift does he have? and who is he in danger from?". He asked